Full summery:
It's been four years since Zim died. Dib is now fourteen and starting high school. And there's a new girl at school: Auri Sanguinarius. Is she just another "crazy" fourteen-year-old like Dib? Or is she something a little more…dangerous?
Rated for violence and a kiss somewhere.
This is not general. I put general. This is actually Angst/Supernatural/Romance/Horror.
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. Also, I'm borrowing ideas from my favorite author Amelia Atwater-Rhodes…SO DON'T SUE ME!
A/N: this is random, but I'm very proud of the titles of each chapter.
Chapter 1: It begins with a nightmare
Dib fell onto his back. Above him a pair of glowing red eyes watched him. Dib pushed the invisible owner away and got to his feet. A mouth appeared under those piercing eyes. It laughed evilly, insanely. Tormenting him, mocking him.
Finally Zim emerged from the darkness, with said eyes and mouth that had stopped laughing. He took a laser gun from behind his back and grinned at Dib's terrified expression. Dib could not protect himself; he had no weapon to fight with.
He could only run.
And that is what he did.
Zim didn't chase the boy, but cocked his gun and pulled the trigger. A purple growing ball of energy escaped from the gun's mouth and followed Dib. Dib continued to run down the endless, dark road. The shot hit him square on the back, causing him to fall on his face.
Dib rose up, holding a gun that had appeared out nowhere. His grin matched Zim's as he spun around and shot.
The gunfire was extremely loud. It pierced through Zim's body, right through his major organ.
"Ahh!" cried Zim.
The gun fell to the ground.
Zim looked at Dib, eyes full of hatred.
The Irken then fell next to his gun, with the same amount of life as the small, dead machine.
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"Ow."
Dib struggled. He felt like he was tied up and he couldn't see in the blackness. He fought.
Wait. Was that the alarm clock?
Dib realized he had just woken up from a dream, and had fallen out of bed. He got out of his blanket and shut off his annoying alarm clock. He took his glasses from the nightstand and put them on. He blinked, and then looked to the right, into the mirror that hung on the wall.
This Dib was different from the dream Dib. He was older, four years to be exact. His glasses were a lot less dorky-looking; his hair was a lot longer (that one long part was as high as ever). He had learned a lot in four years. The world was stupid. Did it deserve to be saved by him? Had they even cared he had?
Dib shook his head. It didn't matter. Everyone deserved life. Everyone deserves a chance.
Including him.
Dib sighed and walked into the bathroom.
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A little while later, Dib entered the living room; showered, dressed, and ready to go.
"Morning Gaz." He said. Her sister was sitting on the couch.
"Morning." She said, not looking up. She was playing her Game Slave 5. She paused the game and looked at her brother.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Fine."
"Bad nights sleep?"
"Maybe."
"You didn't have that nightmare again…"
"No."
"You can't be upset about his death. He was evil."
"I've never killed anyone before; evil or not."
Beep, beep! Went the school buses horn.
"Gotta run!" He picked up his backpack and headed out the door.
"Good luck on your first day of high school!" Gaz called out to him. Once out of earshot, she said to herself: "He's gonna get eaten alive." And continued to play her game.
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A/N: I think she is younger than Dib, so I have her going to middle school. The middle school bus leaves later than the High school bus.
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