The Irken Assassin Ch. 10 - An Alien!?
Knowing by now his father wouldn't be home and his sister would stay in school, Dib just head back to his house after having hopped the fence. A semi-short walk soon found him at his door, in time for Zelda to be arriving as well. "Huh, done looking around already?" he asks, more happy about this than letting on. Zelda gives a quick nod. "At least for now." she responds, walking in after Dib unlocks the door to the house. Flicking on a light, Zelda walks strait into the kitchen, cutting through the front room. The kitchen was still a mess after Gaz had left, the splash of soda remaining on the kitchen table, dishes still in the sink, which was filled with soapy water, likely cold by now due to sitting too long by the open window. Dib soon follows into the room, getting himself a glass of water, thirsty after so long in the blazing sun. "Not really much to see around here is there?" Zelda asks, barely enthused. Until school let out, there wouldn't be any more attacks on Zim's base with Skoodge in there, and there wouldn't be enough of a challenge, or a reason. Soon locating a coffee maker, she started the machine, settling on that.
Having started the coffee maker and now just needing to wait a few minutes, Zelda leans back against the table, her hand accidentally landing in the spilled poop soda on the table. As quickly as her hand touched the substance left so carelessly on the table, she recoiled, coming to a stand and backing up against the refrigerator, hand searing in reaction to the earthly beverage. A small wisp of steam rises out of her right hand, red light following after as the white skin of her hand melted away into green, her claws seeming to materialize from nothing, green quickly hidden by the black of her glove. From her hand, the rest of her disguise started to rapidly deteriorate, her expression somewhere between stunned and pained. Watching his ally transform into a creature reminiscent to what he hates, Dib stepped back, a trace of anger in his eyes, consumed more by pure disbelief. "You... You're an alien!?" Dib questions immediatly. He wasn't sure what exactly to call her, thinking Irken, but a few traits claimed otherwise. "Just who are you anyway!?" He inquires, looking up at the Irken girl.
Cursing to herself, Zerg retracts her claws, balling her hand into a fist to endure the carbonated hydrogen induced pain which spread now into her arm. "You weren't supposed to find this out until after I was gone." she growls, looking at the big headed boy. Apparently getting over the shock of the moment, she stands up strait off the refrigerator, dropping her hand to her side. "I'm an ally... So, just calm down. Control Brains, is everyone hyper on this planet?" She calmly tells Dib, though apparently no longer believed. Sighing, she tries to explain. "Dib, I'm not here for your planet... Only to take Zim back to Irk for extermination." she explains, not needing to deal with her mission getting any more potential problems than this. Dib blinked, then dropping his guard. "Well, don't know what to say to that..." He comments, scratching the back of his head. "Don't worry about it."
"Though, you haven't told me who you really are still." Dib points out. At this point an hour or so had passed in just him trying to get the facts strait. It was almost as if he were talking to Zim, or something along those lines in vice versa. The coffee maker had overfilled at this point, unattended, and the two had moved to the front room. "The name's Zergarikiaka, a former scientist of Irk. Just call me Zerg, though." She self introduces. Dib gives a quick nod. "Well, guess if you're just here to get rid of Zim, I'll keep helping you out then. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend!" He comments, his attitude somewhat uplifted. "Though, why didn't you say anything before?" he asks. Zerg flashes a knowing smirk. "Would you have let me in originally, knowing I was Irken?" she rhetorically asks.