A/N: Well, onto chapter two! I just got two shots, the worst on my left index finger. Never question my love for you all; it hurts like hell to answer EVERY review and type my second chapter. Or at least the beginning. I think it's bleeding again. Owies.

I chose to pull a little bit away from StardustSage in not having Zim follow Dib. It will be fixed.

Again, don't hate me.

The story still belongs to her.

A note to all my flamers: StardustSage and I have spoken. She's fine with this; in fact, she offered one of the more positive reviews.

I can and do write my own stories.

Go away.

Should

The world seemed to come to a stand-still, brakes seeming to squeal without end and bystanders taking their sweet, hindered time to look over.

"Someone call 911!"

"Does anyone have a cell phone?"

Voices echoed, meeting Zim's antennae in a dull roar.

What?

What?!

This wasn't right.

How many times had he fantasized about the Dib'human's death, about how that filthy crimson bloody would look at his pale flesh, amber eyes glazed over. He would shudder, releasing his last breath as he looked up at Zim.

Or, he could be killed by the millions of followers that Zim would brainwash, making them rip him limb from limb. The very ones that the human had fought so many times to save, regardless of the thankless existance he led.

It was supposed to be glorious, ironic, make Zim feel at the top of the world and unstoppable.

It was supposed to be special, dammit!

"Dib?" The Irken questioned, taking a few hesitant steps into the street, pushing through the crowd of humans surrounding his enemy, where they had congregated in the middle of the street. "Dib, you pathetic human stink-beast! Get up!" The command roared out over the weak whimperings of those trying to help him, harsh against Zim's vocal cords.

"Fight me!" He screamed again, pointing one fingers down to his wounded enemy.

A human hand reached out, touching his shoulder. "Honey, your friend's unconscious. An ambulance is on the way."

Zim ripped away from the touch, stumbling in his anxiety to get away from his reassurances. "Don't touch Zim."

He whirled, walking down the sidewalk, his eyes glazed over as he tried to make sense of what had happened.