A/N: WOO! It's the start of the madness! Kinda… Well, for Dib at least! The next chapter will feature Zim's encounter.
Disclaimer: WHHHHHHY don't I own Invader Zim?Oh yeah, I'm not Jhonen Vasquez or Nickelodeon… Darn!
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"I still can't believe it Gaz! Zim was the one who started the fight and I'm the one who got detention for it!" Dib ranted furiously. He had just gotten back from his five hour detention in Skool and he was already annoying his sister. "I mean, c'mon!" he added, his hands balled into fists. Gaz opened one of her eyes and turned to glance at her brother from her spot on the couch. He looked at her hopefully, wondering if she would respond to his distress. All she did, however, was scoff and turn away. "Why do you have to talk, Dib? It's not like anyone actually cares." she said, more of a statement than a question. Dib sighed, his spirits crushed yet again by his own sister. Without replying, he stormed up the stairs and into his room.
"People do care…" he muttered, closing the door behind him. He didn't see the figure who had been hiding behind the door. As he walked over to his closet, he didn't see the figure's eyes turn red. Nor did he notice the claw-like hand that reached for his neck while he was getting a set of pajamas out. And nothing could have prepared him for suddenly being slammed against the wall, even if he had bothered to turn the lights on…
"Good evening Dib." the figure greeted, its hands wrapped around the young boy's throat. He struggled in their grip, but that only caused them to push him harder against the poster of a yeti on his bedroom wall. "Do you know who I am?" his attacker asked, its voice keeping a deadly calm. He tried to answer, but he couldn't breath at all. Seeing this, the attacker loosened its grip, allowing a small amount of air to pass through to his lungs. "N-no…" he gasped, trying to identify the assaulter. The voice seemed vaguely familiar, and it was definitely female. She grinned manically, her white teeth seemingly appearing out of thin air underneath her bright red eyes. His eyes widened, spotting a fang in the front of that twisted smile. "Mez?" he blurted out, his voice shrill with a mixture of bewilderment and fear. He could have sworn Mez's grin grew wider. "That's right." she replied her voice still placid.
Questions swarmed into Dib's head and he asked the first one that came to his mind, "Why are you trying to kill me? I didn't do anything wrong!" Her grin disappeared in an instant and her eyes narrowed. "You didn't do anything wrong?" she repeated, disbelief running across what Dib could see of her face. To Dib's extreme horror, her hands began to tighten their grip. "YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!" she screamed furiously. Without warning, she threw him across the room, watching with glee as her victim crashed into his computer monitor. The desk swayed uncertainly for a second before collapsing under Dib's added weight. Somehow the large computer didn't land on top of him, though everything else on the desk did.
All the muscles in the boy's body ached, and he could feel wetness where a few shattered CDs had pierced his skin. He laid still, trying not to create more pain and attempting to prepare himself for the next inevitable attack. Oddly enough, his room was silent. Excluding a few sparks from his computer, he couldn't hear Mez. Instead of soothing him, the fact only brought dread. 'She could be anywhere…' he thought.
Summoning up whatever amount of strength he had left, Dib crawled out of the wreckage. He stood up and cautiously looked around… and saw nothing. He double checked, searching every area of the room with his eyes. Nothing. Mez was gone. Paranoia would keep him awake all night.
Halfway across the town, in a small cul-de-sac, a dark figure with red, glowing eyes stalked over to an abnormally colored house…