Hello all. I'm back with another chapter. Although I didn't say it in the last chapter…actually…I didn't say anything…this story is my test to see if I can actually write for Dib. I know I have written for him in the past, but I wasn't confident with my abilities of him. So, I decided to write this to see if I could get Dib down to a near perfection. So please, in your reviews, could you tell me if I got Dib down right? Thanks, and enjoy!

Disclaimer – I don't own Invader Zim, however, Jack is mine.

Dead Man Talking
By Sanoon

Chapter 2: Late Night Surprise

The rain poured against the glass windows in Dib's room as the thunder pierced the ears of those who heard it. But these noises didn't stop the room's occupant from completing his important tasks. He sat away, typing on his computer, his camera hooked up to one of its many ports. He was trying to download the photos and video footage onto his computer, but the system was having difficulty with the camera for a peculiar reason, and couldn't seem to fix that problem easily. In response to this, the boy set up a task list for his computer to follow to fix the problem.

Once the boy felt satisfied with the tasks he had ordered his computer to do, he twirled around in his chair and lifted up one of the floating screens that he used to contact the Swollen Eyeball Network. With the press of a button, the screen flickered to life, displaying the Swollen Eyeball insignia.

A black figure replaced the insignia. It was a thin figure, with long, unkempt hair that streamed out in all directions. "What is it agent Mothman?" The figure asked, its voice worn and old.

"Agent Atomic Mind," Dib said happily. "I have proof showing that Zim is an alien."

"That's exciting news agent Mothman. The committee will be happy to see this proof. Where is it?"

"My computer is downloading the pictures and video now. I just wanted to prepare you for what you are about to see. It should be ready any minute."

"Very good," agent Atomic Mind stated happily. "I'm very curious to see the infamous Zim. Unlike most of the committee, I haven't seen much of him, but what I have seen is remarkable.

"Thanks agent Atomic Mind," Dib said, quite content. He glanced over to his computer. A quarter done. He needed some more time. "Say, how are your ghost trips coming along?" the boy added.

"Not so well," agent Atomic Mind responded. "The next part of my hunt will take me to Hurt park, and I don't really want to go there."

"Why not?"

"Well…it's somewhat of a long trip," agent Atomic Mind responded.

"But you took a weeklong trip to Egypt to see if you could find King Tut's ghost. Hurts Park should be no problem for you."

"No fooling you, agent Mothman," agent Atomic Mind chuckled. He sighed as his outline seemed to slump over. "Agent Mothman…the real reason I don't want to go to the park is because of my father."

"What do you mean?" Dib asked curiously.

Atomic Mind sighed again. "My father died in that park…a long time ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Dib replied, a small hint of sorrow in his voice.

"It was a long time ago," agent Atomic Mind replied. "I just fear that–" The lights turned off, the screen died and fell to the floor, and the computer shut down. Dib jumped up in shock, as he glanced around his dark room. Every now and then the lightning would light up the room for a split second. After a few seconds of waiting, Dib calmed down.

"Lightning must have struck the power box outside," Dib said to himself, trying to give a probable explanation why the power just went out. "Although I didn't hear lightning strike anything nearby." Dib sat back down and swiveled the chair around. He sighed when he stared at the spot where he believed the computer was. "I'll have to re-enter the instructions for the computer to fix the camera when the power comes back."

The boy glanced at his watch and hit the light button. The time displayed 12:43. Dib yawned and walked over to his bed. He pulled the covers away from the bed and laid down. The only noises currently being made were from the rain pounding against the windows, and the occasional thunder. However, another sound was also present. It was quiet, but Dib could hear it.

It was coming from the door. Like the sound of a bolt being removed. Suddenly, Dib's bedroom door fell over, pounding against the floor. Dib jumped up from his bed and stared at where his bedroom door was. He heard small footsteps, and water dripping onto his carpeted floor. "Who-who's there?" Dib asked quickly, as he trembled in shock and fear.

Lightning stretched across the sky, lighting up the room for half a second, but that was all Dib needed to see who had violated the privacy of his room. "Zim!" Dib shouted angrily, all shock and terror removing itself from his body, replaced by anger.

"Yes Dib, me!" Zim said from the other side of the room.

"So you cut the power!" Dib shouted out.

"I guess you're smarter than I took you for, Dib-stink. But I believe you have something that I need to destroy."

"Good luck finding my camera in the dark, Zim!"

"Stupid human!" Zim shouted in an insulting tone. "Unlike you, I can see perfectly in the dark with my vision goggles!" Dib clenched his teeth in anger, and Zim laughed upon seeing that. Man, if there were ever a time when Dib wished he had his night-vision goggles, it'd be now. "I can clearly see the camera is on the desk, next to your computer!" Dib could hear Zim's footsteps move towards his desk. Dib jumped out of bed and rushed towards the sound. The lightning at that moment really helped. He managed to slam Zim and push him into his wall.

The two fell to the floor. The Irken growled in anger as he and Dib jumped up. Zim quickly pushed the unsuspecting boy down and ran over to the table. The little Irken had to throw the chair out of the way and kick the monitor on the ground away from the desk. He yanked the camera out of the computer. A metal claw came out of his PAK, grabbed the camera, taking it to the protective innards of the PAK and turned around to leave. Dib was already standing up and, with the assistance of another strip of lightning, rushed Zim. However, the Irken saw this and dived at Dib. The two fell to the ground, with Zim on top, holding the boy down by the shoulders.

"You won't be able to stop me Zim," Dib muttered as he tried to push the alien off of him. "The world will soon know of your kind. You'll never be able to stop me!"

"Oh really, Dib-monkey?" Zim asked as an evil grin grew on his face. "If you won't give up, then I think I just might have to make you permanently shut up." The Irken's right hand released itself from Dib's left shoulder. Zim quickly moved his left hand and used his arm to cover Dib from his left shoulder, across his neck, and to his right shoulder. The boy tried to cough, as the alien's arm was actually suffocating him. Zim's hand reached for his side. Dib only wondered what he was reaching for. Another lightning bolt, however, showed him what Zim's hand was going to grab.

Zim was reaching for a holster on his side: A gun! Dib struggled even harder now to get up. The Irken's hand rested on the gun. He attempted to pull out the gun, but something must have caught it, as Zim growled and tried to pull harder, but to no avail. "Stupid thing!" the Irken shouted.

Suddenly, a hand grasped around Zim's neck, and violently lifted him off of Dib. The Irken was now floating above the floor, struggling to free the hand grasping itself around his neck.

"Zim!" an angry voice shouted. "I am trying to sleep! Go home and play with Dib later!" Gaz winded Zim back, and threw him out the window. The glass shattered, letting the rain into the room. Zim could be heard screaming until a metal shutter covered the open window.

Dib coughed as he sat up and rubbed his neck. "Thanks Gaz," he coughed. "Any longer and he would have–" The angry little girl grabbed her brother by the collar and lifted him off of the floor. She slapped him a few times, slammed him against the wall they were next to, and then threw him onto the wall next to his bed. The boy fell onto his soft bed as Gaz growled out these last lines, "Stay quiet Dib. It's 1:02, and I need my sleep!" The angry girl stormed out of the room as Dib rubed his shoulders in pain.

"Thanks Gaz," the boy muttered. "My camera…" Again, he had failed. Zim had escaped with his camera. He sighed and pulled the covers over his body. He'd deal with this unfortunate event tomorrow.

No, no, no, Zim can't just open the door. He has to remove the hinges!

Well…that could have gone much better for Dib. But at the least, he's still alive.

Thanks for reading, and review please!