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John's eyes were wide, and the bittersweet scent of fear was in the air. I rumbled with laughter, when he hid behind the couch. I stalked over there, and flipped the couch, busting a hole in the wall. He was laying there, wide eyed and gawking in fear. I picked him up with the collar of his plaid shirt.

"AAHHH!" he screeched in pain as I threw him into the wall. I snickered and slashed his chest, not enough to hit bone, but enough to bleed and hurt like hell. He screamed in agony. He curled up in fetal position, shaking. I grabbed him by the hair, and I dragged him into his room. I threw him in the closet, and I locked it. I would have screamed, 'I hope you pissed your self!' but I couldn't talk. I growled, and stalked out. I rose up onto 2 legs, and walked towards a shaking Zim. I frowned, if I could with all these needle like teeth.

I purred, and I wrapped Zim's hand in mine. He stiffened, then relaxed. I huffed, and gently took Oscar, careful not to slice him with my ever growing talons. I laid him down on the flipped couch, and his head weakly moved. He was warm, thankfully. He was covered in burns and bruises. His wing was clearly broken, and he looked like a plucked chicken, even though I hated to admit that. I carefully walked to the bathroom, to get into my first aid kit.

I sighed, and I looked at Oscar. It was a pitiful sight, seeing a loved one crippled and covered in bandages. He chirped weakly, as if to say, 'I'm going to be okay'. I bursted into tears. I began to sob hysterically, and I took it out at the wall. My eyes widened when my fist broke through the wall, into the next room. I yanked it out, and I felt tears flood my eyes. I'm a freak! I'm a frikin' genetic experiment! I am going to be this fucking monster until the day I die! I wiped my eyes and I gathered myself back together. I need to stay together, if not for me, then for Oscar and Zim.

I carefully lifted him up, and I walked into my bedroom. I set him on my bed, near the heater vent, for he could stay warm. I sighed and grabbed a pencil and paper. Since I couldn't talk, I might be able to write. I walked into the living room.

"The only place we can go is Dib's house . . . " Zim sighed. He looked at me, and his eyes widened.

'What?' I wrote out on paper.

"Y-you got spikes all over your back!" I reached my hands behind my back, and I pricked myself on a long and narrow spine! I growled in frustration.

'How am I going to change back?'

"I don't know . . . that's why we're going to Dib's. His dad has a lab, and we might be able to change you back . . . "

I sighed. 'When are we going?'

"Now."

I sighed as a response, and I walked into my bedroom, to get some real clothes on, if my spikes won't shred them. I slipped it off, being surprised that it actually held together for so long. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a monster. No, I am a monster. I was so ugly. I was a gray green beast, with black horns curling around my head, like a ram's. My feet were now three toed hooves, and my hands were talons. I had black glossy spines all the way down my spine. And then I noticed my face.

I had two glossy blue eyes. My eyes were solid frosted blue. They weren't blue human eyes; they were a horrible, soulless, beast's eyes.

My mouth was hideous. I no longer had lips; I had a wide chasm filled with black needle like teeth. All my teeth were either crooked, or irregular sizes. I was nearly twice my size, and I had ripping muscles. I sighed, and my spikes sucked back into my skin. I was shocked! I could suck them back in! I dug out my cheapest, and ugliest clothes, so I wouldn't ruin my good clothes. I stuck with a large, dingy brown sweater. I wore a pair of stretchy sweats. I sighed, and wrapped Oscar up against my chest, and walked out the door.

We both finally made it to Dib's house, and I wiggled the knob to the back door. It opened! What kind of idiots are they?! I huffed, and I allowed Zim to enter first. I lowered on all fours, and walked in behind him.

"DIB-STINK!" Zim yelled.

"I DO NOT STINK ZIM!" Dib yelled while sliding down the staircase railings.

"Anyways, what do you want zi-" He stopped mid sentence and his jaw was hanging open.

"WHAT IS THAT THING!?" Dib shrieked while pointing dramatically at me. I growled as a response.

"That 'thing' is Melenia!" Zim shrieked back.

Dib's eyeballs nearly popped out of it's socket, and his jaw was slack. He then pointed dramatically at Zim.

"YOU DID THIS TO HER?!" Dib shrieked at the top of his lungs.

Zim growled and tackled Dib. They were tumbling around on the ground, having a cat fight. I growled, and hoisted them both up into the air, holding each apart from each other by the back of their shirts. They were both kicking and squirming to get to each other, probably to tear each other's eyes out. I growled and revealed my teeth more than they were.

Riip!

My spines shot through my shirt. They both froze. Dib was pale as a ghost, and Zim was unamused. I dropped them both, and lowered back down to the ground on all fours.

"FYI Dib we both got captured by the Feds, and the Feds did that to Melania! Not me jerk!" Zim hissed.

"What does this have to do with me?!" Dib hissed back.

"We need access to your dad's Lab to cure her!"

Dib began to laugh his head off, and I stood up, and glared at him. His laughter died immediantly.

"Why should I help you Zim?!"

"You're not helping me Dib! You're helping Melania1" his expression changed dramatically.

"Fine. I'll do it!" Dib grumbled.

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