Debacle
Dib: I really don't like this story
Zim: Why not?
Dib: because it's got you in it
(They violently fight and body parts spray everywhere)
Hex: dude, you guys have issues with each other!
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim
Chapter 2:
It was evening by the time Dib got through the front door of his home. "What a day." He muttered. Well, it had been better than his other days. The sight of Zim always brought morbid excitement, even if the Irken was planning to eliminate him and the planet.
He went up to his room and flopped down on the bed. He knew there had been something odd about that hotdog. The penetrating scream of Zim demanding that he stop shadowed his mind. "Zim's just crazy." He reassured himself.
Dib changed into more comfortable day clothes despite the late hours and decided to sort this dilemma out himself. He would g round Zim's house and face the problem like a man. Interrogating him was his dream anyway, just to prove that the alien was indeed crazy. Dib loved to prove himself right.
He walked down the lonely, dark streets, wind buffeting his face and caressing his long black trenchcoat. He also wanted to tell the alien that he had to go and work somewhere else. This job was far more important to him than SKOOL and he couldn't afford to screw it up, even though he wanted to see his nemesis in the same office as he.
Dib stiffly approached Zim's house. Its faint green walls glowed dimly and the shiny ethereal windows gleamed out in the hooded darkness. He fought down his fears and knocked on the fluorescent pink door. It opened far sooner than he had expected and he stumbled back. Zim stood before him, the usual human disguise masking his true identity.
"What do you want, Dib worm?" Zim asked ruefully, claws saddled on his thin waist. "I'm busy."
Dib spluttered it out without hesitating. "I want to know what you're up to!" He sneered angrily. And after he had confessed his demands, he felt his fear ebb away, like he was the one in control. Already he could see the confusion grow in Zim's eyes.
"Nothing!" The alien tried to reply as innocently as one could from his race, "don't worry yourself."
"Don't you lie to me!" Dib spat, "first the humans, and now you!" He stamped his foot on the ground, "you have to shove your head into every place I end up! Why? And what was with the hotdog?"
"And why should I tell you, you little worthless earth critter!" Zim hardened his eyes at the human bitterly, "but let's just say I can dispose of you anytime I want."
"That's a lie too, Zim! You're useless at every turn! Everyday you hide away in your house like a coward, and then you stalk me, infiltrate my job and ruin my life because you have nothing else better to do!"
"Take that back." Zim warned fiercely, removing his claws from his waist and posing them threateningly forward.
"No." Dib returned unequivocally.
Raging in anger, Zim dove for him, claws outstretched in mutual hate. Dib fled and ran up the garden full of mutated gnomes, and then turned onto the street, Zim close at his flank. Dib was amazed at how speedy the Irken actually was when he wanted to be.
"Get back here and watch me tear out your organs!" The alien screeched hoarsely.
"I will expose you, Zim! I'm tired of our battles! And I will end this bloody feud!" They ran, one in hot pursuit, the other seeking a way out of this horrible mess. They dashed past closing shops, old buildings and broken road signs. Eventually, when Dib was beginning to feel tired of running, he ran across the road in the hopes to lose him when a car to his right screeched to avoid them. Dib only narrowly avoided its shiny silver front but Zim wasn't so lucky. The car seemed to come charging at him. The seconds lasted an eternity and the tumbling pain erupted like a volcanic explosion. Zim was consumed by it. He fell on the road, crying in agony. The car skidded round and crashed into a heap of rubbish. From the sound of the commotion, Dib stopped and turned round. Shock filled his senses to the brim and he stood there, mouth open wide. But then realization struck him deep and a timid smile grew on his face instead. Zim lay battered and bleeding on the road, his human disguise gone from his alien countenance. And he was visibly dipping into unconsciousness. "Have I… have I done it?" He asked himself wearily. The driver scrambled out from his car, fear and dread in his eyes. But when he saw whom he had hit, horror replaced his emotions and he let out a rippling scream.
"Alien! An alien! Arrgh!"
As Zim blacked out, body contorted and face a mess of bruises and cuts, Dib took out his mobile to call for the police. His heart was pounding in excitement. Was the war finally over? Were the lies going to die? All this time of living in the dark, the truth was at last coming out. They would believe him now! After years of being an outcast and his school years a misery, he had done it! "You lose, Zim." He whispered into the icy wind. Nobody else heard him. "You lose."
The police came swiftly, and when they saw the victim, they called the F.B.I. The Government and the Paranormal Investigators.
They secured the alien in restraints and took him immediately to a security vehicle where he was then transported to a lab facility. His discovery was soon on the news, but the media were careful not to make the public panic. Yet the alien find spread like wildfire and soon, everyone knew about it.
Zim found himself in perpetual darkness. It seeped into his mind as he fought the fibers of his sanity to keep calm. He remembered the burning rubber and the crunch of the car hitting his frail body. He must have blacked out. Maybe Gir had come to rescue him? Or he had pulled himself off the streets without remembering? And it was so quiet!
He wrestled his large ruby eyes open. He felt unnaturally stiff and sore. And then he wondered why he wasn't lying down. Zim began to oscillate. He was held up against the wall! The wall was padded, cuffs and chains entrapping his slender ankles and wrists. Immediately he thought of Dib as an image of the thin, Goth human flashed through his head. Had he done this? Ruthless questions bombarded him like breakers at the merciless ocean on a stormy night. Was he a captive in the humans' filthy home? Unfortunately, the truth was far worse. As his senses grew stronger, he knew he was in much bigger danger. With the pain still throbbing in his chest, the darkness residing, he saw three men in white lab coats stand only a few yards from where he was strung up against the cruel wall. The white of their clothes shoved fear down his throat. He looked for an exit but only found out that he was no longer sporting his Irken clothing. He was cold, naked and trapped. Trepidation lent him the temporary strength to find his voice.
"Who are you?" He croaked nervously, "I am Zim! Release me!"
The scientists looked at one another briefly. "Its language is English." Muttered one.
"And it refers to itself in third person." Observed the other curiously.
Zim furrowed his brows. What were they discussing? He tested the iron bounds. Too strong. He was fixed fast and his small shoulders was beginning to burn. He remembered chasing Dib and the anger that he had caused. His eyes slowly started to water. What he was experiencing before him was no dream. It was real and without his disguise, he was exposed to what he really was.
"Where am I?" He demanded with a boiling glare, "what's going on?"
"Very intelligent." Added the third scientist. "Should we answer it?"
"It is not advisable. But give it a try if you must."
The third scientist bent lower to meet Zim's frightened gaze. "You are in a research lab facility, or better known as the Lab. You can not even begin to understand how excited we are to have you here, thanks to a certain young man!"
"Dib." Whispered Zim harshly to himself. So he was the one responsible then.
"And now UFO's and alien speculation is finally proven!" The scientist managed a weak smile behind his face mask, "and we will have our autopsy in two days."
"What?" He grimaced, "I am ZIM! Please let me go! I mean no harm on this disgusting planet! I'm actually a human earth baby! Disguised as an alien!" He didn't buy it. "I'm here on a vacation?"
The tall men shook their heads. "Now, little alien," said the first, "where did you originate from? And where is your ship?"
"I refuse to co-operate!" Zim stated a little more confidently, "for when my race realizes that I have been taken captive, they will arrive full force to blow up this planet with the armada!"
"A bluff?" The second asked.
"Most probably."
Zim screamed in fear as one of them came too close, a large syringe glistening in his cruel hands. He could do nothing to stop it. He clenched his eyes shut as the needle perforated his flesh. Stricken in panic, he began screaming for Gir. He was certain his SIR unit would pull him from this stifling mass of overwhelming chaos.
"Gir! Help me! Save me! Do something!" His struggled were all in vain. There was no sign of his little robot to aid him. He finally accepted the burning fear. He was not going to be saved. Not this time. Not ever.
Meanwhile, many miles away, Dib was reaping all the glory. He had been dubbed as a hero and he was on the front page of the news by the morning. Dib's smile beamed a bright light of true radiance. He had finally achieved his childhood dream and now, everyone believed him. He was no longer labeled as crazed or delusional. His father, Pro. Membrane took him to see the President and then he was taken up stage to speak of his findings. He was interviewed, photographed. He was made famous over night. And the alien was secured in a lab prison where he would spend his last days. It couldn't have got any better. And as further reward he had front row tickets to watch Zim's autopsy.
It was quarter to nine when Dib got home. He couldn't get away fast enough from the people at work. They all wanted to ask him personally how he captured the fire-breathing alien and how he escaped unscathed. Dib was full of pride. It was such a smug feeling inside that he was unfamiliar with. Gaz barely looked up him from her book.
"I'm such a hero!" Dib laughed suddenly; "I am finally recognized! Now people finally believe me!"
"I hope you're happy." Gaz snorted annoyingly.
Dib heard the dark disdain in her tone. "What? Jealously? Is that it? Well get used to it, sister! All this time people thought I was lying! And now I feel so powerful! And the earth is safe!" He added the earth notion as he had only just remembered it because it no longer seemed that important to him because Zim was so useless at taking over earth.
Gaz growled, becoming suddenly impatient. "You should feel bad. You've ruined the life of another. And you've always hated earth. You said it yourself. So why worry about it?"
"What are you talking about? This planet was in dire danger! He had to be stopped!"
"Cease using the world as an excuse." She shot back, "it never needed help to begin with. He never destroyed it and he never will!" She slammed the book down on the floor, got up and stormed out, leaving her brother with his mouth open.
Professor Membrane didn't even notice his daughter rush by in a fit of rage as he continued measuring out beacons for a new vacuum liquid.
The next day, Dib went to work as normal, and filled out autographs to people in his workstation. Everywhere he went he was noticed and he loved it. Zim's house was fenced off to the public using wire cables and Gir was presumably escaped, as there was no record of his capture at all.
When it grew later, Dib went into the lab for a brief visit to see how the alien research was progressing. It was good to escape he cold from outside and enter the warm territory of science.
It didn't take him long to trail down the lengthily corridors of manmade webbing of material and corridors. He had his own special pass to enter whenever he wanted.
The scientists had taken a sample of the creature's skin, blood and bone. They smiled warmly and with great respect when they saw Dib approaching. Then the small hero went up to a glass panel and looked inside. And there Zim was, strung against a wall, antennae drooping down to his pale countenance, eyes closed in pain. Dib was slightly taken back for a few seconds. The alien wasn't wearing his usual gear. He was naked and to see him beat up like this… Yet the shock passed when he remembered his victory over him. It had been so easy, thanks to that driver in that stolen Vauxhall.
"Zim!" He shouted, knowing the Irken could hear him through the thick glass; "you're not so tough and mighty now! Just look at you! And look at me! I'm a celebrity!" He burst into shrill laughter. Zim failed to glance up but he did cringe at the human's cries of laughter. "The tables have turned! I win!"
I win…. I win…TBC
Reviews are appreciated otherwise, me, Dib and the other two we starve.
Hex: I'm always up for cannibalism. Ever seen the Lord of the Flies?
Me: Eww, no