Warning! This story is going to be very long! If you cannot stand long stories then do not read. If you do not like stories about incompetent aliens that no one likes then do not read this. If you cannot stand reading about the imminent destruction of Earth and enemies having to unite to stop the greater threat then DO NOT READ!!!
Thank you, that is all…
Invader Zim- The End?
Chapter 32
Gna's Life Rebellion
Zim and Gaz blinked; dumbfounded that one of the Bludgeons actually knew who Zim was.
She towered over them, standing up, and looked down at the two. When they didn't move she gripped each of them by their PAKs and lifted them out of the water, Zim in her right hand, Gaz in her left. As they were carried out of the fountain they caught a sense of how strong these creatures really were. It was amazing that she could lift them both without so much as a grunt or even breaking a sweat.
The Bludgeon girl plopped the two down on the ground and then turned to help her friend out of the fountain next. Zim took the opportunity to attempt an escape while the girl's back was turned. He rotated his body 180 degrees and then started up in a run. It took him a while to realize that he wasn't moving and when he finally did he found Gaz gripping his PAK an holding him in one place, never taking her questioning stare off of the two blue females.
"There you go Ala. Please don't kill them?" asked the girl as she helped her green-haired friend out of the green water.
The second frowned. "That's harder than you might think!" She gave Gaz and Zim a stare. The Irken sort of jumped where he was held and then took up the most menacing pose that he could muster, trying to look like one of the most brave of all Invaders. Gaz just stared back at Ala, her golden eyes piercing into the Bludgeon's dark green ones. It became a horrible staring contest, where the greater of mind would become the victor, and the weaker would look away, unable to continue. Needless to say, neither of them looked away. Gaz let go of Zim and Ala took a step forwards from her companion. Both of them were determined and both of them were stubborn as hell.
Zim shook his back, glad to be released from the Earth girl's grip. He was just about to attempt his escape once more when he noticed how many Bludgeons had crowded around the scene, curious as to the strange appearance of these two new beings. The short Irken was nothing compared to their sizes. He was hardly as tall as a child. Even though he's grown a long way on Earth he still had far to go before he was the size of a Bludgeon. He assumed they might even be taller than the Almighty Tallest.
He frowned deeply. "Get out of Zim's way! I'm leaving."
"That you are," came a familiar voice from the crowd. People moved to either side, allowing a group, the very same group that had chased Gaz and Zim so relentlessly, to pass through. The leader smiled brightly. "You're leaving all right. But you're coming with us as you do so, Irken."
Zim gulped. "On second thought," he said, smiling weakly. "I think I'll stick around these nice girls here. Hmm?"
The leader's smile dropped into nothing. "Nice try." He walked forwards, reaching out for the Irken, who was too nervous to try moving again. It seemed that moving had done nothing but cause him trouble.
When the Bludgeon flew to the side and crashed into a wall Zim smiled at himself. It was true. Not moving seemed to help his luck greatly. As he turned from the Bludgeon, who crumbled in a heap at the base of the building he'd smashed into, and turned back to the rest of the group, his eyes met the girl from before. She stood just ahead of him, right where the leader had previously been. She panted lightly, arms raised in fists. Then she looked back down at Zim, her blank eyes piercing him like glass.
"You alright, Zim?"
He nodded. "Of course I'm fine!" He ended up blurting out, his ego getting the better of him. "How could a stupid person like him possibly get the better of Zim? Irken Invader of the Irken Empire!"
Although he'd meant to seem intimidating the girl just smiled. "Glad to hear it then." She then turned to the rest of the group. "Bring it on. Who's next?"
"Miss Gna," said one of the Bludgeons. "You know that we're not meant to fight you… Just let us take the Irken and his little pet," Gaz's head stirred when he said that, "and we'll be on our way, out of your hair. You can get right back to… uh… whatever it was you were doing…"
"Look," said Gna, standing upright, one hand on her hip and one out in a debating sort of manner. "I don't know what you have against this Irken but all I know is that he's important to my brothers and that is exactly where I'll be taking him. Do you have a problem with that? Or shall I report you to Gagnor, who, as I am sure, will not be pleased with this obvious sign of betrayal?"
The Bludgeons all looked at one another. "Miss Gna?" asked the female. "y-you're taking him to your brothers? We apologize for the misunderstanding. The way you were talking to him, so formally, we'd feared that you had…"
"What!? Betrayed by brothers for a pathetic race of aliens, who believe themselves to be so far advanced and so superior to other beings that, not only do they enslave the beings of the planets that they have conquered, but also those of their own kin? Have you no trust in me, Bludgeons? Have you so little faith in my belief in our wondrous cause that you would suspect me of treason, siding with such… horrendous monstrosities!?" Gna anger was plainly plastered on her face. To accentuate the point of the matter, she turned on her hell and glared down at Zim, who had all but lost contact with the events around him. Confused, he merely stared up at Gna.
She glared back at him, hard. Her black eyes seemingly piercing his own.
"What are you looking at? Irken filth!" Pulling her thigh back and raising her foot behind her, in one swift movement Gna's foot had come into contact with the poor Irken's stomach. Zim was on his knees in seconds, gasping for what air he could manage to get.
Gaz and Ala both looked up.
"Zim!"
"Gna?"
Realizing that they had looked away, both girls swore heavily under their breaths.
Gna's face did not falter. She lightly brush a few loose strands of hair away from in front of her face and looked back at the Bludgeons, not exactly turning the whole way around to meet their shocked faces. "Well… don't any of you have work to do? I believe that we're short on a few platform patrols. Go and secure the area before I have you imprisoned for failure to comply to command."
Fearfully, the Bludgeon troops hurriedly turned around and marched off. One walked over to the wall to retrieve the comrade that Gna had injured so badly. It was then that they rounded the corner and Gna turned around once more to face Zim, Gaz and Ala. Her friend's surprised expression seemed to be enough to pull her out of her angered gaze and back into reality, where she looked down at the Irken, sorrowfully.
"Gna… Are you okay?" asked Ala.
"Yes. I'm fine." She leaned down on her knee and gently placed a hand on Zim's back. "Zim? Are you alright? I didn't kick you too hard, did I?"
Swearing profoundly, Zim raised his head and butted it into Gna's nose. The blue girl was knocked backwards and landed, her head smashing hard onto the ground, with a light thud. She hurriedly sat upright just as Zim clambered to his feet, clutching his stomach with one hand and grimacing, a trickle of blood running from his mouth. The Irken's glare was even worse than that which Gna had given him before, and it scared all three girls, including Gaz.
"No one pulls one over on Zim!" The Irken invader attempted to raise himself on his remaining two spider legs but it was only a failed hope. Instead, he pulled one out on either side of him and waved them menacingly at Gna, ready to hurt her or to fight even, if the need were to arise.
"N-no! Zim! You don't understand! I didn't want to hurt you, I just don't know my own strength sometimes! Sorry, but I just needed to get rid of the guards! If I didn't then they would have taken you directly to my brothers and then there would be no possibility that your race could survive."
Zim laughed lightly. "Don't try and trick me! I'm an invader! You just said that that's what you were going to do! Take me to your brothers. I'm not going to let that happen."
"Please, just listen to me," Gna pleaded. "I don't like the idea of destroying the Irken race any more than you do. Though I don't approve of your race killing others for personal gain, without even starting a war to begin with. But I don't find any pride in dirtier the hands of our own civilians to accommodate for Irken tradition." Gna began to stand up. Zim kept himself wary and rose the spider legs as the girl stood up, so they where constantly at eye level with her. Just in case he needed to gouge them out and then make a run for it. "I-If it's the tradition of your culture… or… race… then I completely support it. I just don't want my brothers to go any further than they have. They aren't even like themselves any more and I just want to help them see what revenge has turned them into. Gagnor and Gagnex have become so obsessed with the annihilation of the Irken race, specifically Gagnor, that I don't know what to do any more. I need your help to show my brothers how they have wronged their own people and others. I just…" Gna started to cry. "I just want to help them… they're family…"
However, even after her speech, Zim did not move. Where Bludgeons had feeling for members of their kin or what happened to them, this only applied to Irkens if the almighty Tallest were involved. Otherwise, there is no interest for an invader whether or not another Irken is killed in the heat of battle or while seeking their revenge. In fact, it was considered an honor.
"I have no time for this!" proclaimed Zim. "I have places to be… and… stuff… mm, Die!"
Thrusting his spider legs into Gna's eyes was a simple task. Zim heard the girls behind him cry out as he struck, and he especially favored the Bludgeon, Ala's, scream for her friend as Gna's eyes were…
"Huh?"
Set before Zim was a wall of dirt and soil, which had not been there before. He looked at his feet and could see how the ground had actually risen up and blocked his attack to the Bludgeon girl. Looking back up at the soil that Gna's head was behind, Zim took a gulp, beads of sweat running across his brow and down his pale green face. He was afeard for what was to come next. He was worried for what would happen after the soil slipped away.
As the soil began to do just as Zim had not wanted it to do, seep away, the Irken took a step back. His spider legs retracted back into his PAK and Zim nearly bumped into Gaz he had backed up so far. Completely forgetting the pain in his stomach from Gna's unwanted attack, Zim stared up as the girl raised her hands from either side of the wall of dirt. He could see then as she turned her hands towards him, slowly closing her finger inwards.
Zim noticed a trickling by his feet.
He looked down.
"HOLY MOTHER OF IRK!!" Zim attempted to leap away as a vortex formed at his feet from the soil as is began to swirl round and round. But as he moved, his boots sunk into the sand and the Irken lost his balance, falling over.
Gaz watched from the safe ground that she was standing on, completely transfixed by the swirling sand. Ala stood beside her and together they gazed as Zim was lifted higher and higher into the air by a spinning tower of earth. His arms flailed on either side and he screamed the higher he went, his voice reaching higher pitches of fear.
However, Gaz's safe place wasn't so safe anymore as the soil under her began to spin widely. And instead of twisting her upwards into the air to sit next to Zim she began to sink down into the planet's ground. Gaz fought against the current, noticing that Ala, beside her, was also being sucked into the vortex but wasn't fighting back.
"Shouldn't we be trying to escape?" asked Gaz.
"Nah. Don't bother. You'll just annoy her. I may hate it when she does this but once she starts up it's pretty hard for her to stop and, seeing as it kind of hurt last time, I've decided to just go with it." Ala looked at her fingernails a moment and then turned back to Gaz. "By the way, I find it's best to hold your breath right before you go under. Just in case."
Unaware of what was going on, Gaz held her breath and then was sucked into the ground moments after Ala.
Then it stopped.
Zim's upper half, not covered by soil, was thrust forwards and then back, giving him a bad case of whiplash.
"Zim, don't underestimate beings that you know nothing about okay? You'll get hurt that way…"
The Irken boy looked around, searching for the source of the voice. He didn't recognize it and it seemed to echo across the building tops. He could see above them, as well as the Bludgeons that looked up in amazement.
"I don't mean for this to sound like a threat, little Irken. But I am concerned for your welfare. You're far too brash and you rush into battles that you cannot win, both physical and mental. Zim, you need to study an alien race before you can conquer it correct? Well, it's the same thing for fighting one. Unless you know exactly what you're in for when you go up against them then you're going to get hurt all the time, possibly killed."
Zim smirked. "How can I get killed all the time? Huh? Stupid voice. Irkens can only be killed once, and Zim is nowhere near being ready to die!"
The voice laughed lightly.
"Oh Zim, you're very funny, aren't you?"
He knew where it was coming from now. Zim looked up and saw Gna's smiling face above him. She waved a light goodbye and then turned into dirt before his very eyes. Zim wanted to scream as the dirt fell on him, buried him and chocked him, but he could not. For the ground began to shift once more and he was pulled into the ground with such tremendous speed that he lost what air he had before everything went black.
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Gagnex looked out of the window. He spotted a tower of soil rising up, as well as Gna's familiar figure at the very top. Who she had clutched in her soil tower he could no be sure. Judging by the green color he assumed it must have been Ala, or more likely one of Ala's older brothers.
The boy laughed lightly, turning to his brother. "Looks like Gna's gotten a little mad."
Gagnor grunted, paying little attention to his brother. He continued to mull over his paperwork.
"… She's gotten really good you know. Just as good as you used to be before you stopped."
"Can we not get into this, please? I'm a little busy right now."
Gagnex frowned but did not continue. He merely stared out of the window again, daydreaming.
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Brooke: DONE! I've had this stuck at one part for months now! GAWD! But I finally had a brainstorm and managed to write 6 pages in little time at all! So, now I'm updating. Enjoy.