AN: Hey guys! Have you noticed the change in title? OwO This title is better.
Also, an explanation for Zita becoming the slave girl? –sigh-

I personally don't like Zita. And she was going to play my favorite character ever.

So I kicked her out of the role, lol.

So now she's the slave girl, because I have the magical role-changing-powers! 8D

But I can promise you that the roles are set in stone, now. Mmkay? Meaning Zim will always be Peeta, Dib will always be Katniss, Gaz will always be Prim, etc.

REVIEW REPLIES HNNNG~ 3

YaoiGirly: I'm glad you thought it was interesting. :3

Monochrome Masquerade: Sorry that I changed her role so suddenly. But I'm glad that Kennedy is interesting you as well (she's my persona).

Nel: YOU MY DEAR GET A COOKIE FOR GIVING ME AWESOME REVIEWS OF LOVE ON ALL OF MY IZ STORIES. -hands you giant cookie with Zim's face on it- And lol about the enemy thing, that's ironic.

Next chapter. Yeah. So, enjoy, and stuff.

I run back to my room and throw myself on the bed. I've really done it now. What will they do? They might go as far as to kill Dad and Gaz…I sat upright, my scythe falling in front of my face.

And even though I felt an emptiness in my stomach, and tears were beginning to flow, it wasn't for my sake. It was for my family. It was for Tak. I would rather die five million times in a row than to see them die right before my eyes.

And if they do die, then it's all my fault.

I sniffed and threw myself into the shower, cleaning out the dirt and grime from my hair and my skin. It made me feel a little bit better, but I still felt downright terrible about the whole situation.

I got out of the shower, got dressed for dinner, and began to comb the knots out of my hair. There were a lot, much to my dismay, and it took a while to comb it all out. I rubbed my eyes to make sure they weren't teary anymore, and when I looked in the mirror they weren't red and puffy. I blinked a few times, adjusting the collar of my trench coat. Then I began to slowly walk downstairs, thoughts of my family still lingering in my head.

To my surprise, once I was downstairs I realized that I wasn't the last one to be there. In fact, the only person there was Dwicky. He patted the couch, silently telling me to sit.

So I did.

I kicked my legs uncomfortably. Usually Zim was here to strike up a conversation before things got too awkward. But said alien didn't arrive until after a half-hour of waiting silently.

When the Irken walked into the room, he looked terrible. His eyes were half-lidded, and his wig was falling off.

"Good…morning…" Zim yawned, stretching. He plopped himself on the couch, his head resting against my legs. Disgusted, I drew back my legs and hugged them to my chest.

"It's not morning, space-boy. It's late in the evening." I retorted.

"Same…" a yawn. "…thing."

I rolled my eyes.

Zita walked in with our dinners. It was some sort of a stew, I presumed. I ate it, and the amazing taste left me in awe as always.

"So." Dwicky said in-between bites. "What did you do? To show the Game Makers, I mean."

I shifted my feet, uncomfortable.

"Ahhh, Zim just stabbed a few dummies in their stupid cotton chests." Zim said. "I could've done something more amazing if I had made my own weapon." He waved his hand dismissively.

"And what about you, Dib?"

I didn't answer. I just stared at my feet. The tension in the air was so thick, I could have sliced it with a kitchen knife if I wanted to. But after about thirty seconds, Dwicky became annoyed with my silence.

"Come on, Dib. It can't be that terrible," he assured me. But he was wrong…oh so very wrong. But I decided to tell them anyway.

"I shot a few targets with my rifle, but the Game Makers were too preoccupied with dinner and didn't pay the slightest bit of attention towards me. So I…sort of got pissed off…and shot some food out of a Game Maker's hand." I said the last part very fast, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that they heard me, loud and clear.

It took a few moments for Zim to finally digest what I was saying.

"…oh Dib-beast…"

Dwicky just glared daggers at me. "Dib, do you realize what you have done? You have jeopardized all of your chances of winning this year's Games!"

I sunk low into the couch. "…I know…" I murmured, looking downcast.

Dwicky cursed under his breath. "Whatever. Lets just see what scores you two got."

"I'm sure the amazing ZIM got a 100."

"That's not even possible, stupid!"

"Says who, Dib-idiot?"

"Don't call me that!"

Dwicky finally cracked under all of this.

"WILL YOU TWO JUST SHUT UP FOR A FEW DAMN MOMENTS!" he snapped. Zim and I both flinched, and nodded to our mentor.

Dwicky muttered something, and flicked on the TV. A bunch of the tributes went by, but only two scores really stood out to me. Little Kennedy, the girl who reminded me of Gaz, got an 8. Impressive! I wondered what she did that could earn her such a high score. The second score that impressed me was Zim's. A good bone-breaking 9. Zim pumped his fists in the air.

But when Zim's face appeared on the screen, I knew who was coming next.

Me.

I sunk even lower in my seat, preparing for the worst. So I was completely taken aback when I got…a 12?

It seemed like the whole Earth stopped spinning. I had gotten the highest score out of all the tributes. Every single one of them! How?

I couldn't move. It was almost as if my muscles stopped working. And I couldn't do anything about it when Dwicky engulfed me in a huge hug.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" he cooed, grinning from ear to ear.

And as quickly as they stopped working, my limbs could move.

I pushed Dwicky off and brushed myself off awkwardly. I twiddled my thumbs. "Um…I guess I'll be…heading off to bed then…"

And so I left, still in shock at this sudden turn in events. And when I slept, I slept of my family, not hurt, and in peace.

When I woke up the next morning, Tak was on my mind. The memory of her return to Earth kept on flashing in my mind.

I was walking down the street, my hands shoved in my pockets. I was just taking a walk. I wasn't chasing bigfeet or tracking down ghosts like I normally would.

But I couldn't live without the paranormal for one day it seemed like. Not when I bumped into a familiar looking Irken, disguise on.

"Tak?"

She looked up, and her expression lit up once she saw me. "Dib!"

Confused, I cocked my head. "Why Tak? Why are you back?" I asked. I had tried to let go of my crush for her, and right as I finally let that fantasy go, she just had to come back and make it existent again. Sigh.

"I want my ship back, Dib," she explained, her eyes suddenly cold.

I froze. "Um…I don't have it!" I pathetically lied.

Tak didn't buy it. I wasn't expecting her to, anyway. Instead she just pushed me. "Take me to my ship."

I sighed, shoving my hands in my pockets. I twirled around in the direction of my house and began to walk forward. "This way…"

Well, I was actually glad to have an Irken ship all to myself, but now I had to give it away. Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted.

I led her to my backyard, showing her the ship. "It's kind of…broken." I admitted.

She looked back at me, a look of shock painted on her face. "What?"

"It's…broken." I repeated, nervously scratching the back of my neck.

Tak just sighed. "I'll have to fix it. But it will take a few weeks. Until then, I'm staying at your base."

I looked at her, shaking my head. "Don't I have a say in this?"

Tak just chuckled. "Nope."

The next few weeks were pretty infuriating, but at the same time they were wonderful. Tak crept into Dib's heart again, and he found himself loving to spend time with her, alien or not. And when the ship was finally fixed, he was heartbroken to see her board it.

"Bye…Tak…" I mumbled, looking at the grass, unable to meet her gaze.

"No, Dib. Come with me." She demanded, her voice even. "Run away with me, to space." This was the first time of out of many that Tak would ask this question.

This just caused me to choke up even more. "I-I can't, Tak. The Earth needs me…"

And that was when Tak jumped out of the ship gracefully, landing right beside me.

"Then I'm staying on Earth, Dib." She grabbed my hands. "I'll live with that stinking weenie human again, I'll come to skool, and I won't even try to conquer Earth." I looked at her in surprise, and she grinned.

"This is my home now, Dib."

"Dib! Come here!"

Dwicky's voice snapped me out of my flashback and into reality. I grumbled, and walked downstairs. Dwicky motioned me over, so I walked over.

"Now, Dib, I'm sorry, but I have some news for you," he said, not sounding the least bit sympathetic.

"Go on."

"Yeah, well, Zim doesn't want to train with you anymore. He wants to do his training without you. So yep, sorry."