(A/n: This story has one more chapter to go. This chapter is before the first one, a memory of a few years back. Its limited to what happens afterward for a reason. Unfortunately, that's up to you to decide.)

All was quiet in the classroom. Zim was rapping his fingers against his hard desk, perhaps in thought. A few students were passing a note around.

There was a giggle. Another one.

Zim let out a dramatic sigh. The students looked his way. Zim motioned them to pass the note to him.

Smiling, one of the girls tossed it over.

Zim caught it and opened it up. There was a crudely drawn picture on it of Dib getting torn apart by a grosteque creature, innards and guts flown everywhere. In a bubble above Dib, it said, "I told you aliens exiiiisss-arrghh!" A little note was above the picture: Zim, if ur really an alien like the crazy guy says u r, better show yourself, we all want to see the show! And then, to top it all off, there were colorful HAHAHA's written all over it.

Zim, disgusted and slightly offended, tossed the note across the room.

"See the show?" Zim exclaimed, his eyes lighting up like a line of little grenades. 'How perfect, they even set it up for me.' Zim thought, images and grandiose thoughts of the future tingled down his spine almost violently.

His finger pointed in the air. "See the SHOW!" Zim let out a string of manic, jumpy giggles. He jumped up and ignored the protests of the professor.

"Foolish HUMANS! Your ignorance is only to beautiful! Now," Zim bellowed, his left hand twitching in excitement as he stood in front of the class. "Now is the time." He said, almost to himself, his eye winking at the class.

One of the girls yawned. "Is this a joke? Its not even funny."

"Yeah, well, except for his laugh. Its weird." Another kid pointed out. A pair of dark hair, light eyed twins in the class tittered simultaneously at the comment.

"I think that's way creepier." Zita said somberly, pointing at the twins, her eyes tired and soft.

Dib, in a semi deep slumber, jumped up at the noise. He wiped his eyes and saw Zim towering in front of the classroom.

"Ah, no joke." Wig came off.

Bug-like antennas quirked up.

Gasps and cut off screams, cut off by their palms.

Contacts peeled off. The eyes that once had a strange beauty wore a scarring darkness. Glaring crimson eyes peered menacingly at the classmates. Silence fell upon the pale faced humans.

Dib was flabbergasted, disbelieving of this dramatic and spontaneous display. He was stuck to his chair, a look of complete shock, as though he was dumped in gasoline then shot instead of being lit on fire.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

"WHY ARE WE STILL SITTING HERE?! HE'S A MONSTER! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" A usually very quiet girl, named Candace, screamed brutally, knocking over several desks as she stumbled out of the large classroom of Dib's environmental science class.

"YES! TELL EVERYONE! TELL THEM ALL THIS IS THE DAY YOU WILL ALL DIE!" Zim said with a scream of laughter.

All the while Dib sat there in a horrible daze.

Zim took out two long blades, twirling around and slicing the professor's throat. Then looking at the other students who were still glued to their seat in terror, as the professor was choking and twitching in his own blood, he muttered something in distaste.

"You pathetic humans! DIB!"

Dib looked up slightly at Zim, anger and confusion in his eyes.

"Catch me if you can. It won't be much longer. Get a MOVE on!" Zim growled, his long, lithe body commanding attention as he held a small remote control like device in his hand.

Then, in a blast, half of the school was torn apart at the seams. There were dismayed screams and cries emanating from what was the other half of the school.

Dib finally snapped out of it, already hearing sirens and cops, echoes of voices, screams. He slammed his desk so hard against the wall it splintered and cracked.

"What... the hell do you think you are DOING!" He growled, walking heatedly over to Zim.

"Giving us our final battle, sweet." Zim's cold fingers caressed along Dib's cheek, trailing to his hair. He yanked it to pull Dib closer, sending Dib in chills and anticipation.

"You want some recognition? Its yours... catch me!" Zim laughed and twirled around, activating his spider pak legs, moving upward, smashing through tons of solid cement and brick.

Dib was so in shock, he almost fainted right then.

'This is all a game to him, isn't it?'

Dib, frantic and wide eyed, leapt out of the massive hole from the right side of him and ran like a bat out of hell.

Soon, his legs were on autopilot and they were clenching and burning.

A massive explosion followed.

But all Dib could hear was Zim's crazed screams of laughter.