I personally don't like this chapter much. Manly because I think it goes by too fast. But I've rewritten it over and over, and I don't think I am able to get any more satisfaction out of it. So, here you go; a rather sucky chapter, in my opinion.
"What do you want, Dib-human?"
Dib shifted his feet, unable to meet Zim's gaze. The alien was still out of disguise, and yet he had the door wide open.
"Zim, I want to make a proposition." Dib stated, knowing he'd get nowhere by saying 'I want to save the world by helping you'. In fact, that phrase made no sense if you thought about it long enough.
Zim's antennas rose. If he had been human, it would have been much like raising his eyebrows. "What could Zim possibly give you when he has nothing?"
Dib paused. What was he going to ask for? "Well, um…you know how you are feeling now?"
Zim stared at him. How the heck was he supposed to answer that? He had no idea what he was feeling now. So, he went to the basics, knowing that the Dib-human would have to figure it out himself. "I am Zim, and you?"
Dib stared, eyes puzzled. "You know who I am. You just said my name a second ago."
Zim face-palmed. "No, I am ZIM!"
Dib tilted his head a bit. "Are you ok? I know who you are. I asked you if you realized you were feeling stuff, and then you were supposed to answer, 'Yes, of coarse Dib-stink', or something like that."
Zim's left eye twitched. Ok, so he had interpreted the question wrong. Heck no, he wouldn't admit it. But now the human thought he was mentally crazy, or something of that matter…wait…he WAS mentally crazy at the moment. Never mind!
"Well, why did you ask a question of which you knew the reply, filthy hyuman!?" he answered in a loud voice because of old habits.
Dib winced. "Well, uh…"
Zim frowned. It was one of the rare occasions that the human was speechless. He felt angered. Why couldn't humans just spit out what they had to say? They had to 'think' before they spoke. How pitiful. Emotions were useless. They slowed you down.
Zim felt a horrible headache coming on. What was he doing? Why did he think more about what friendships were? Why did he 'care'? Was he really a defect like the tallests told him?
"No!" Zim spat, closing his eyes and holding his head.
"Zim?" Dib asked, alarmed
Zim backed up, shaking his head. "No!" he shouted. He wasn't a defect, was he? No…it couldn't be true.
But then why was he thinking now? Why was he feeling? Why did he care?
The questions hit him like a physical wound. Pint up anger from the day before was about to be unleashed in a horrible way.
Zim lost control. His head pounded, and the pain was agonizing, but he had snapped. His eyes opened, and Dib could instantly tell that something was very wrong.
Dib had never seen that much anger and hate in Zim's eyes before, and hopefully, he'd never see it again. The murderous red orbs were slanted, and a snarl seeped onto Zim's face.
The deranged alien let out a roar of unmatched fury, and ran at the first thing he saw.
And luckily for Dib, and sadly for Gir, it was the TV.
Zim leapt onto the screen, swiping and punching, even biting. The poor helpless screen was torn into bits within ten seconds flat.
Zim then turned on the walls, his long sharp claws scratching every inch he could reach.
Dib was momentarily glad that Zim had missed him in his blind rage. He knew that if Zim saw him, he wouldn't last a minuet.
But he couldn't just stand there, could he?
"Zim, stop it!" he ordered stupidly.
Zim did stop. His teeth were barred, and his eyes seemed to blaze from his massive hatred. "You dare…" he growled, slowly turning on Dib.
Dib was frozen, and it wasn't because of the four feet of snow that blanketed the ground, nor the chilly breeze that sometimes carried flurries.
No, he was stiff with fear. Those horrible gleaming red eyes were petrifying. They made his blood run cold in his veins.
"You DARE command ZIM!?!?" Zim yowled. "You dare!? NOBODY tells ZIM what to do!!! Not even the almighty tallests!"
If it hadn't been for what happened next, Dib was sure that Zim would have killed him then and there. But that last statement must have been taboo, for Zim suddenly started to jerk violently.
Blue sparks encircled his body as his pak punished him. It lasted a total of 30 seconds before retreating.
Zim fell to the floor, limp and motionless.
Dib hesitated before running to Zim's side, unsure if the alien was even alive.
Zim started to twitch all over, the aftershocks of the electrocution. Dib watched as Zim slowly pushed himself off the floor, his eyes watering, but sane. ( if Zim was ever sane )
He shook, but sat up, leaning against the base of the couch for support.
"Zim?" Dib asked, unsure of what he should do.
Zim didn't seem to hear him, however. His body did another spasm, and he closed his eyes once more. His breathing was deep and fast, as if he had never breathed before.
"Zim?" Dib asked again, a little louder, and to his dismay, a little panicked.
Zim's right antenna lifted gingerly, as if it hurt to move. Dib took this as 'Yes? The great almighty and powerful Zim is listening to your pitiful hyuman words that come from your filthy noise tube of filth.'
"I want help you, whether you like it or not." Dib stated.
Zim didn't move, but his antenna was still perked.
"I know that these new emotions are confusing you. I can help you sort them out. You know, like teach you how to deal with them."
The antenna lay flat on the alien's head. Dib didn't know if this meant 'ok', or if it meant that Zim had fallen asleep.
He shrugged it off. It didn't matter if Zim agreed with his plans or not, though it would be easier if he did.
Dib stood up, grabbing the baby blue blanket off the couch and throwing it haphazardly over Zim before marching back into the snow covered street. The computer automatically shut the door behind him.
As Zim sat at the base of the couch, breathing deeply is his sleep, Gir returned, wailing at the sight of the broken TV. It was a wonder why his sobs didn't wake his master.
Aw. I feel sorry of Gir. -hugs-
My favorite part has to be: 'Yes? The great almighty and powerful Zim is listening to your pitiful hyuman words that come from your filthy noise tube of filth.'
I can totally picture Zim saying something like that xD
But otherwise, I'm not thrilled with it. –sighs- Or maybe I'm just too tired to care because it is 2:35 in the morning?
Pilo