Marching Band Misfortunes Chapter 2: Battery, an invader zim fanfic

(Disclaimer, Battery is not belong to me, it belongs to the almighty Metallica, and I am making on money, etc for using this song title. Also, as a little side note, this is a play on words. Battery can refer to the back line, or those who march. AKA, Bass drums, tenors and snares. X3)

(OMG! Another chapter! Too bad I have nothing after this one…I need another notebook, I only have 3 or so pages left in the one I currently have…So, until I get another one, no more story for you all…meh, to the reviewers…to those who at least reviewed…FallenAngel331, lol that's a really funny story, XD too bad I didn't see it for myself! But yeah, those are just the indoor costumes, if you will…during marching band, we also have to wear those horrible polyester things in almost 90 degree weather so horrible…That's odd, I was in the pit last year and I didn't have to wear a beret…Oo; Very odd…I really appreciate your reviews because you know that I'm not making any of the drum stuff up, outside the fact that all the drummers in my line are crazy…Oo; Anyway, love for the review! Shawnna, well, at least your not in denial that your addicted, you have successfully passed step one. lol yeah you may think Zak's cool now, but just wait until after this chapter…you may think differently. Evildeathbee, I think you might be on the wrong story, in order to find out who Zak is, you have to go and read my other story, Skool Days Student Slaves. This is the sequel to that story. On to the second chapter!)

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Lashing out the action, returning the reaction
Weak are ripped and torn away
Hypnotizing power, crushing all that cower
Battery is here to stay

Zak just chuckled at Dib's reaction. "Sorry, I couldn't tell you about this last year for a reason. Kat didn't want to get into any trouble by teaching me how to ride," said Zak, setting his helmet on the rider's seat. He could see Dib was still in shock, and probably hadn't heard a thing he just said. He patted Dib on the shoulder, "Are you honestly that surprised?"

"No…not really," said Dib, finally having time to look over the bike, "It's a nice bike…"

"Yeah, I love this thing, and they had the perfect color to," said Zak, patting the tank, "The Hyabusa (sp?) is the only crotch rocket I'd ever get."

"Crotch…rocket?" said Dib, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, eh…it's just another name for a sports bike…" said Zak, "Moving on, we should go, Mr. Helm would be mad if we're not in there soon…"

"Yeah…that would be a good idea, don't want the teacher mad at us before skool starts, right?" he chuckled a little bit, before starting to walk towards the skool.

"Hey, wait for me!" Zak quickly locked the bike's front wheel and caught up with Dib.

Smashing through the boundaries
lunacy has found me
cannot stop the Battery
Pounding out aggression
turns into obsession
cannot kill the Battery
Cannot kill the family
Battery is found in me
Battery
Battery

They walked into the skool and headed into the band room…it was deserted, save for the color guard and Mr. Burk.

"Uh…" Zak just looked around, "Where is everybody?"

"Not here…" they both jumped when Mr. Helm came up behind them.

"But it's 15 till!" said Dib.

"And you're the first…" said Mr. H, "And everyone will probably forget it started today…"

This being said, five minuets later the band room was packed. Veterans, noobs, and everything in between, even Kat and Beth decided to show up.

"OMG! Kat! Beth! I missed you!" squealed Katie as she ran over and hugged them, "I'm so glad you came back, even if it's just for today…"

Beth and Kat smiled, "Yeah, thought we'd come by and help out a few days before we head off to kolege." said Beth.

"Yeah, she'll be helping out the battery and I'll be helping out the pit." said Kat, "We figured you guys would need some help, with the music and all…"

"You know what our show is?" said Dib, walking over to them.

"Yup, H gave us all the music just about a month ago, just so we'd know how it goes," said Kat, "You'll need a lot of help…"

Crushing all deceivers, mashing non-believers
never ending potency
Hungry violence seeker, feeding off the weaker
Breeding on insanity

"Thanks for having so much faith in us…" said Zak sarcastically.

"There's our little pessimist! Wondered when you'd show up…" chuckled Kat.

Zak just rolled his eyes, "Whatever…"

"So, wha'd ya get?" asked Kat.

"What?" replied Zak.

"Wha'd ya get bike wise?" said Kat, "You said you were gonna get your license…and judging by your clothes, I'd say you rode here."

"Oh! That, yeah, I got a Hyabusa (sp?) standard candy orange." said Zak.

"Nice!" said Kat excitedly. They then started talking about motorcycles.

Dib tried to understand when they were saying, but they might as well be speaking French or Russian. He didn't get a drop of the conversation, so he went on and got his snare and set up like always. He was quite surprised to see someone else setting up right next to him and start playing. When he finished setting up his drum and adjusted the height, he turned to see who it was next tot him. It was…Zim? And he'd grown? Dib nearly fell on his ass when he saw how well Zim played. His particular style seemed very close to Zak's, but, different at the same time. He played with only his wrist is seemed, only because he had a thumb and two fore-fingers. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he over came it and kept up with the best…Dib had to commend that…

"Damn, Zim, you've been practicing…" said Dib…did he really just say that?

Circle of Destruction, Hammer comes crushing
Powerhouse of energy
Whipping up a fury, Dominating flurry
We create the Battery

"Yes…I hope to take a place of one of the snare payers…" he looked over at Dib with hateful eyes, "Maybe even yours…"

Dib just rolled his eyes, he happened to look over at Zak, who now had a look of rage in his eyes that sent chills into Dib's very soul…Dib quickly averted his eyes, 'Shit! What the hell?'

Zak said his good byes to Kat and walked over to Dib.

"I wasn't looking at you, Dib, I was looking past you…" said Zak, almost apologetically. Well, at least Dib didn't feel as threatened as he did…

Zak walked over to Zim and started talking to him in German, but when the argument escalated, the language changed. Dib didn't recognize it, it was almost like a cross between German, Japanese, Chinese, Swedish, French, and every other language he could think of. Dib hadn't heard anything like it before, it was almost like a code he couldn't break. But the odd thing is, it sounded like something he had heard before, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then one word rang out in his mind, 'Eko'. A word he had heard before, but again, couldn't remember where. It sounded a lot like the word 'Echo', but the 'ch' was almost something said from the gut if you got punched there while the 'E' sounded like a hard E and a soft E all at the same time.

Dib felt like he was going to go insane, it bothered him that he couldn't remember where he heard it before…

Battery…

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Well practice was basic stuff for the noobs: Marching 101, basic formations, music, etc. The drummers got their first dose of the August heat in nearly a year, and the freshman were in pain from the drums. But, other than everyone being dead, it went quite well.

Beth and Kat had to leave near the end so they could get to their kollege orientation. All the drums had been put away and there was much music lying all over the band floor.

Dib had started off to the back hallway when Zak came up to him.

"Hey!" said Zak, causing Dib to turn around.

"Oh, hey, Zak. I never thanked you for earlier. Thanks for the ride over here." said Dib.

"Oh, it's no problem, don't worry about it, I was going to give you a ride home to…" said Zak as they walked through the parking lot.

"You don't have to do that," said Dib. Zak waved a now gloved hand.

"It's fine, really…" Zak handed Dib the pair helmet. Dib took it and held it for a time before putting it on. Zak smiled behind his helmet as he started up the bike. He nodded his head to the right to signal Dib to get on. Dib got on and placed his hands on Zak's waist.

The ride home was much nicer without the wheelies and the dodging through traffic. When they got to Dib's house, Dib got off and returned the helmet.

"Thank you…" said Dib, he didn't notice Zak taking off his helmet as well. Dib started walking towards his house when Zak spoke up.

"Hey, wait a minuet…" said Zak. Dib walked back over to Zak. "I just want to say that the end of last year sucked ass…Just forget everything that I said and did, and everything that happened…I was wondering if we could start over new this year…"

"Zak, it's fine, people get pissed, feelings are hurt, relationships are broken, don't worry about it, it's all good." said Dib, feeling like this was déjà vu. Dib started turning to head back to his house when the front of his trench coat was grabbed and pulled down. Dib fought just to keep his balance, looking down to see Zak looking at him with an odd glare.

"You need to stop making excuses for everybody…" said Zak, fisting his leather clad hands in Dibs flowy leather jacket. Zak then pulled Dib down further and lightly kissed him on the cheek, releasing Dib immediately after. Zak then put his helmet back on with haste and punched the bike into first gear, taking off down the street.

Dib just stood there, dumbstruck. 'Did that really just happen?' he thought, 'Did Zak really just do that? Was that even Zak? Is this all just a dream?' After a long time of contemplation, Dib decided that it was real, that this was no dream. He reached up and lightly touched his cheek and smiled a bit. He shook his head slightly, chuckling to himself, heading towards the house. Then something struck him and he stopped dead in his tracks. He stood there in utter shock, it just wasn't possible…he finally remembered the language that word had come from, but he just couldn't believe it…It was Irken.

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(Well, hope everybody liked that awful twist at the end, but wait, there's more! I'm only gettin' started! I told you at some point in the other story that these would be stories of secrets, just wait, 'cause this is only the begging. I'll turn you all on your heads in no time flat, just you wait!)