Prisoner of War
Slavery
AN – O: Yeah! All the boring intro-ness is done. Now to fun fun xD
A jolt, swift but unforgettable, slashed through his veins. With eyes tightly closed, Dib felt the air change around him, and he realized that Zim must have done something. The alien's voice was no where to be heard, and neither were the cruel hums of his dark, hideous base. His body loosened, and his eyes slowly opened.
Inches from his face floated a piece of Zim's mechanical limb, but it quickly fell onto dark, reddish pink ground. His eyes narrowed upon the spikey leg, but before he could make a move, he suddenly realized he was being watched. It was a feeling so powerful and so overwhelming that his heart almost stopped dead at the sensation. He slowly looked up, his eyes following the wires and metal work of the distant walls, and further up until his eyes graced the tangled mess of the ceiling. Thousands of wires and support beams snaked about one another in an impossible, yet coordinated manner.
Then, that feeling of someone, or something, behind him. He slowly looked up, further and further up until his neck craned back to reveal the monsters from behind. Directly above him, looming like deadly nightmares, glowed two pairs of deadly, seething eyes. One was a deadly, fierce red, the other a piercing, chilling violet. He gasped and whipped around, backing up slowly. Before him now a thousand glowing eyes glared up at him from below. Above them all sat an icy, blue planet on a dark screen that was etched into the wall. His eyes widened further and he slowly backed up until his foot scraped a sharp edge. He gasped and looked up to the figures, now drawn even closer.
The silence was deafening, and he was sure all those deadly, glowing eyes could hear his heart thumping furiously against his throat. He surely couldn't miss it for the world. His mouth fell open, hoping to say something, anything, before he was consumed by their ominous wrath and sucked into a dark, eternal void. However, the red eyed demon before him charged forward, stopping hardly a foot from his face and narrowing his eyes to slits.
"You dare infiltrate our defenses?"
Dib shrank back at the harsh voice, and pulled his hands together before him.
"I…I didn't mean t-"
"Silence, Alien. Who are you?"
"My...my name is Dib."
"And just what are you, Scum?"
"A…a human…"
The speaker's eyes widened a touch in confusion, and he pulled back to look at the quiet one beside him. They looked at each other questioningly before the violet gaze focused upon him.
"How did you get here?"
"A, a transporter, I guess."
Within a split moment, those eyes charged forward, cold, deadly slits, and the move almost made Dib fall off the edge. Dib curled in on himself, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second. These eyes were twice as cold as the red ones from before, and as Dib assumed, twice as deadly.
"Set to these exact coordinates?"
A sheepish squeak was all he could conjure up as a voice.
"Y..yes…"
The eyes narrowed even further, and his eerie voice seethed through teeth that Dib was glad he couldn't see.
"Sabotage…"
He reeled back and pointed down to Dib, his long, gnarly fingers highlighted eerily by the water plant behind. Sound grew at his declaration, and Dib instinctively stepped forward.
"No! It was a mistake! I just fell into this tube thing, and I was trapped, and Zim must have hit something, I do-"
The two figures reeled back again to look at each other. The red one quickly refocused upon Dib, eyes narrowed, and hissed.
"You spoke that name!"
Dib blinked and cocked his head to the side.
"What, Zim?"
The demon before reeled back again.
"Guards, send this wretched alien beast to the dungeons."
Large figures advanced from the shadows, their deadly red orbs highlighting their devilish grins. Dib pulled back, fearing what this meant.
"No, wait! Please!"
Rough fingers grabbed him and forced him to his knees before the two figures. Their presence was even more ominous and overpowering, having proved the power of their influence to the primitive beast before them. The red one bore a grin that he could just barely see in the dim light.
"Please!"
The demon laughed, cold, heartless, and eerie as the pale, swirling planet behind them. As the strong arms started forcing him away, a hand stretched out into the pale light, the fingers knobbed and evil.
"Wait."
The violet one's eyes were narrowed in thought with the word, and the guards halted immediately. The red devil glared back at the other, and the chilling voice from before began once more.
"Bring him to me."
"What? You said yourself that he's a spy, and he spoke of He-who-must-not-be-named!"
The two sent equal glares at the other.
"I know what I said. Bring the alien to me."
The guards complied without a second thought and forced Dib to his knees before the purple-eyed monster. One guard thrashed his head back to force him to look at the narrowed eyes above. He seemed to study Dib for a moment or two before he leaned forward slightly.
"What happened again?"
Dib winced against the harsh hand holding his head back, but tried his best to keep face.
"I was in Zim's lab trying to stop his next evil plan. He knocked me into some kinda tub thing. It must have been a transporter or something. All I remember is Zim lunging at me. He must have hit a button or something, I don't know…"
The outline of the figure before him was growing slowly in the darkness around him, his eyes getting used to the change in light. Those eyes narrowed once more, though not in cruel intentions. Dib took the others silence as an opportunity to continue his explanation. He pointed behind him at the piece of spider leg still resting on the floor.
"Look, that's one of his leg thingies. I swear, if I had known-"
"Quiet. I believe you. I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to try something as bold as this. It's too blatant."
The red figure advanced.
"Are you absolutely insane? Even if he came here by mistaken, he's alien. He must be executed."
Dib tensed with the mention of an execution, but turned to the cold, violet eyes as they spoke.
"Look, we have to at least figure out why he's here, and if it is by mistake, we should at least try to send him back. It's the least we could do."
Before the other could reply, he looked down at Dib, his eyes much softer now.
"What did you say your name was again?"
Dib blinked, confused and uneasy about this sudden change of heart.
"Dib."
"Hm, well, it's good to meet you. My name is Purple, and this is Red."
Red glared at his counterpart.
"You're absolutely insane."
Purple just glared at him, but quickly turn his attention back to Dib. He vaguely waved towards some unseen watcher, and the entire atmosphere of the room changed. The lights grew and highlighted everything in sight, and the screen from before faded to black. Dib looked around as the light resumed, gazing over the many wires and twisting tubes from before. Dib looked back up to the aliens, their green skin and curved teeth unforgettable to his obsessive mind. Dib gasped and reeled back, pointing a hard finger towards the two leaders.
"You're! You're like Zim! You're his leaders!"
Purple coughed and waved a hand at Dib.
"Yeah, makes since that he'd have a transporter to us. We'll have to fix that by the way…"
Dib, feeling even more nervous knowing where he was, frantically looked between the tall figures. Red sighed and rubbed his head.
"Look, at least stop saying that name."
His eyes narrowed hard on Dib, who rose an eyebrow in confusion. He was about to question the statement when Purple held up his hands.
"Until we reach Devastis, you shall be our temporary slave. A source of entertainment, probably, or maybe a drink boy."
He grew so domineering and official in his words, but he lazily dropped his hands. He looked at Red and motioned behind himself, and the ruler snapped up as though remembering something. He coolly turned towards the crowd behind and held up his arms.
"Apologies, my Followers. This alien intruder shall be dealt with accordingly."
With his words, the guards advanced once more and took Dib by the arms. He squealed and looked up. He thought his fate had changed, but from the hard fingers tight upon his flesh, he could tell otherwise.
"Wait! I though-"
Purple gave a bored, calm look and a small smile to Dib as the guards dragged him off without another thought. They pulled him across the floor and eventually came before a nearby door. They threw him in and one stayed back.
"Stay in there and keep quiet."
He slammed the door and their heavy footsteps retreated to nothing. Dib stood and looked around quickly, but the light was too dim to really see anything. He put his hands on the door and leaned against it. A soft roar reached his ears, and a booming voice accompanied it. It must have been some sort of convention or something. He tried to listen as the roar grew, the crowd cheering for some reason unknown. Other noises and voice rumbled and grumbled unknown words. He pushed himself back and looked up at the door. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He sighed and turned away from the door, reaching out blindly and looking for something to sit on. He found a bed and pushed himself onto it, noting off-handedly that it was quite luxurious for it being an Irken bed.
He laid down and stared at the dark ceiling above him. The deep, resonating shouts were nothing but mumbles, muffled by the walls of the room. The roars and waves of the crowd accompanied it, mixed with the powerful voice, and the two swirled together in an eerie song that instilled fear in his soul, yet calmed him. It was so mechanical, so controlled, just as his fate, he knew. The darkness grew slowly, and his mind's eyes grew soft with images and figures shifting in a nightmare world. He faded as the echoing orchestra soothed him to an anxious slumber.
AN – For those bored, there's a picture I started drawing that inspired this story. It should be done pretty soon, check my deviantart account if you're curious - scrappster