"She's A Rebel"

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She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
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"Who is it now?" Sara twirled her hair around her finger.

"James Ansar," he replied. Jimmy barely lifted his head to look at her, just continued to hang his feet out of her window. Sara tried to remember when she had begun to think of Dib as Jimmy. It was when she realized he was no longer the boy she knew in skool. She knew he was too far out for her to even help him, if she had wanted to. But she didn't, in fact, she liked Jimmy much more then Dib, though he was annoying at times. He came to her, which is what she never understood. She would have figured that if he wanted to talk to anyone, it would have been Gretchen, or someone that liked him. Sara made it clear that she could care less what happened to him, but Jimmy seemed to like it that way. Perhaps he still needed something familiar to hang on to, even with his completely different mind set.

"Isn't he the head of the Corthan Corporation?" Sara asked.

"Yep," Jimmy didn't turn to face her, he never did anymore.

"He hasn't done anything wrong," Sara narrowed her eyes.

"No one else knows that," Jimmy leaned against the side of the window, putting his hand back as if reaching for something. He had an odd habit of wanting to drop certain things out windows, normally green objects. Sara had long since moved all of her few possessions away from the area.

"And you're not making it that much of a secret this time," Sara mused.

"What's the point?"

"So he's hired some muscle or so to defend himself, including a good bodyguard whose an expert at all sorts of weaponry. Oh... whatsername," Sara pointed out.

"My muscle will distract downstairs," Jimmy laughed. "I have my normal bag of tricks that they fall for every time. They're all the same. Then, bang, he's dead."

"You talk about death so simply," Sara shook her head.

"Fuck that, I talk about death all the time," Jimmy finally looked over at her. "One would think nothing's had its affect on you."

Sara didn't reply to that. She knew better than to do so. "What happened to you when the city blew up?" she asked him. Jimmy just stood up and left, silent. Sara sighed in irritation. When will he learn?

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She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
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"Wait!" she had to shout, or else Dib would leave before she got close enough to stop him. He turned around and waited for her, a good sign. He wasn't surrounded by people either, for once she could talk to him by herself without watching what she said.

"What is it Gretchen?" he asked her, pulling a bit at the side of his coat. "I have a job to do."

Gretchen knew very well that he had a job. Whomever it was for, no one knew, but Dib did what this person asked of him and this person would pay him. The money went straight for the Hotel. Gretchen was afraid that it was only a matter of time before Dib got bored of his new employer. But maybe, he wouldn't kill him. That was what she was afraid of.

"But this is important," she told him, hoping that he would listen.

Dib, or Jimmy as everyone else called him, pondered it over before shrugging. "Go ahead."

"The woman that Ansar hired," Gretchen started. She no longer tried to argue and stop Dib from doing what he did. She couldn't. Nothing she said seemed to bypass his defenses and process in his mind. And everything he said made some sort of sense. She was starting to wonder whether Dib was right, but she always hit herself when she started to think like that. If she thought like that, she might as well start calling him Jimmy. "She's an expert Dib. She's killed before, just like you. She hasn't had a single failed mission. She-"

"Could kill me?" Dib smirked. "That's fine Gretchen. I doubt it."

"You're not taking this seriously!" Gretchen exclaimed, getting very nervous.

"I never do," he smiled at her, patted her shoulder and then left. Gretchen just stood there, envisioning his smile. Despite that, she had a feeling that he should never have come here.

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From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername
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Good? Dib had to keep himself from laughing like crazy. Every single one has no idea! I could deal with them all myself! Even the woman that was suppose to be so good had fallen for his trap. She wasn't even good! All she could do was tote a gun around and shoot. It left the path clear so he could go up and kill James easily. So much for the famous assassin that she could also be.

Dib entered the room and shut it behind him. He could see James, in his chair facing away from him. He was in plain sight, so much that Dib wondered whether their was a trick. He didn't bother turning on the light, he didn't want or need it.

Not bothering to hide his presence, Dib pulled out his gun and headed over towards him.

The chair turned around and Dib realized it wasn't him.

A girl sat there, only about fifteen years old at the most. Her hood from her cloak covered the majority of her face, leaving only her mouth present. She was dressed all in black, as he was, but her style reminded Dib of the medieval games whose music would always be heard within the house.

Her gun came up quicker than his and fired just as suddenly. They both threw themselves away from the paths of the bullets. Well, Dib threw himself, but she only sidestepped out of the chair. She turned in his direction and fired off a round. Dib ducked and then rolled himself out of the way, but couldn't help by getting nicked on his left leg by one. She didn't give him a chance to bring up his guns, continuing to fire hers as he dodged every single one. When she ran out of bullets, Dib managed to counter back with his own, as she just ducked under the couch and ended up behind it. She pulled out another gun and shot at his feet from under the couch just as she got out from under to avoid a bullet that he grazed the ground with.

Dib found himself running out of bullets just as she did. He figured with both of them out, he would have enough time to reload. As he was doing that, she jumped over the couch with a piece of metal in her hands that caught on the little bit of light that managed to get through the black curtains. Dib would have laughed if he wasn't in a more dangerous situation then he had anticipated. She had probably ordered the curtains to be changed to black.

Her sword nearly sliced his shoulder, but Dib brought up his empty gun to deflect it. It broke the gun, but Dib had another. He dove towards the curtains himself, leaning back against the wall near the window at the opposite wall then the door.

She stood in front of the window on the side of the room, the curtains now halfway open so making her silhouette sharply contrast from the street lights outside.

"You're St. Jimmy?" her voice was intended to be cold, but it came out with a tiny bit of surprise. Cold surprise.

"Disappointed?" Dib asked, bringing up his gun as he finished loading it.

She stayed quiet for a bit, but her sword was as ready as ever.

"Hardly, in fact, I'm impressed."

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She's the symbol
Of resistance
And she's holding on my
Heart like a hand grenade
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Dib pushed the hood on his jacket off of his head, so he wouldn't be suddenly taken by a lack of vision. Besides, the hood was only so people on the street wouldn't see his face. If someone he was about to kill saw it, there was no difference whether they knew everything about him. They would be dead soon.

As soon as he did that, he sword lowered itself by half an inch. One of her hands came up to her own hood, and pulled it back to her hairline. Dib froze, trying to place the face with a name.

"Dib?" Gaz asked.

Dib couldn't respond. What was she doing here? How could she be here? She was alive?

She strode over and punched him in the face, snapping his neck back and making him hit the wall that he was pressed up against."What the hell are you doing here?" she screamed.

"Gaz!" he spat out some blood, almost feeling as if it were the name that had cut his tongue and not the metal on her gloves forcing his teeth down on it.

"It was you!" she shouted at him. "You killed everything! You destroyed everything! What the hell was that for? How could you?"

He managed to stand up straight again. He didn't bother responding as she vented out on him.

"I was on the last level Dib! And then it was all in ruin! Everything I owned was gone! Anything that I wanted to be around was gone! I was forced to have to go out to associate with these stupid humans! Why?"

"I don't remember doing it."

Gaz stopped and looked at him, as if trying to decipher if he was telling the truth. Dib was, anything that he remembered, it seemed almost as if someone else was doing it.

"You never came home, you bastard."

She punched him again in the face. Dib hit the window and saw Gaz coming for him again, murder in his eyes. With that thought in his mind, he blacked out.

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Is she dreaming
What I'm thinking
Is she the mother of all bombs
Gonna detonate
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Gaz stared down at her ruined brother. Not what she had done to him, she had only done enough to knock him out. He had ruined himself in a way that she had never imagined was possible. What had happened to the exited, annoying teenager who always was bothering her with his stupid paranormal studies? Who obsessively followed Zim around, even when the stupid alien hadn't done anything? It made her curious about what had happened to the horrible Invader. But her brother?

Should she have payed him more attention?

He was St. Jimmy. No one intelligent would even pretend to make that claim, with the name that Jimmy had made for himself underground, and she knew that Dib was very intelligent. He was very intelligent, but he made the stupidest choices. Still, it still showed an open door of what he had done. She had often dreamed of killing off the human race herself, or at least, killing the ones who bothered her, Dib included. But he had actually started that. He had started to kill people, even those who hadn't done anything. Like his target tonight, all he had done was made enemies with the wrong people. James was actually quite pleasant. He wasn't annoyingly nice, but he wasn't crude and stupid either. He was one of the few decent human beings that Gaz had come across.

"What happened to you Dib?" Gaz murmured sadly, hating the decision that she had to make.

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Is she trouble
Like I'm trouble
Make it a double
Twist of fate
Or a melody that
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Dib's eyes snapped open, remembering his sister standing above him, with an intent to kill. He saw purple hair on the person sitting next to his bed, but only turned to see Gretchen.

"Dib!" she knelt down next to the bed when she saw he was awake. "Are you alright?" He ignored that statement, recalling all what had happened.

"Where is she?" he asked, sitting up instantly and feeling for his guns. He didn't know why he was. Could he kill his own sister?

"Gaz?" Gretchen guessed. "She's downstairs Dib, making just as big a statement as you were. I guess it runs in the family. I have to say I agree with what she's saying, though I never have before."

Dib ignored the rest of what Gretchen was saying as he headed downstairs without any weapons.

She could kill me, I know she could. But I couldn't kill her. Not again.

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She sings the revolution
The dawning of our lives
She brings this liberation
That I just can't define
Well nothing comes to mind
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"What makes you think that everyone wished this on you? There are people out there, completely oblivious to your peril, but if they knew, if someone told them, they would want to help. People are sympathetic that way." Dib rushed down to find Gaz pacing through the crowd, almost as he had when he was making a statement to them. "And just because someone is eager to do something to you doesn't mean that you should be just as eager to throw it back at them. What would be the point? That way, you are turning into the people you hated, even if you do have a good reason."

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She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
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They were not sure what to think. Dib had told them that no one cared. Dib knew for a fact that no one cared, but Gaz just seemed so confident that what she was saying was true that he almost wanted to shoot her, which meant it was a good thing he left his guns upstairs. She rebelled against everything that they had just started to believe.

Dib was shocked to realize that he believed her as well. If anyone was a saint, it would be her. Just from those words. When had she ever cared about life? Especially the lives of other people? He would have thought that she would be happy about killing others. In fact, if she was doing what he was, she would have perfected it so simply that there would be no target not dead.

He looked her over. She had grown. It had only been what, a year? She seemed more mature now, more understanding, which scared him. By her voice and what she had said to him earlier, she had seemed the same as when he had last left her, but now...? It was as he had deemed highly improbable. She was doing things for others. But why? That was not like her at all. What would have caused her to want to do something for someone else?

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She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
-

"Gaz," he cut through the crowd, most of Gaz's words disappearing from people's thoughts as they saw their St. Jimmy. Gaz glared at him, knowing the effect that his presence has on his followers.

"What?" she didn't call out his name, for what reason Dib was not sure. The only ones who knew his real name were Gretchen and Sara and they kept silent about it. But she didn't call him Jimmy either. It was as if she was trying to tell him that neither applied to him anymore.

"We need to talk," he put his hand out and grabbed her shoulder without thinking. Dib wondered where he got the sudden courage from to even touch his sister, and whether she was going to kill him. But all she did was nod, not even seeming to care that he touched her as she followed him out of the crowd and outside.

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She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
-

"What are you doing here Gaz?" he asked, leaning forward on the bridge and staring down off the bridge into the water. Gaz was leaning backwards on the railing and staring at the sky.

"Playing games does not get you payed," she said. "Dad's funds couldn't support, so I had to take action of myself."

"Is dad..." Dib couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

"Do you want him to be?" she eyed him without turning her head. "All he ever called you was his poor insane son."

"I'm not crazy!" he protested furiously. Gaz almost believed him with his intensity. But she knew the truth. Though he may have not been back then, he almost certainty was now. No one else could destroy an entire city and not remember but a madman.

"Do you?"

He continued to gaze at the water. "Yes. He should be alive. I want him to be."

"To what? Prove you wrong?" Gaz pushed at it harshly, not knowing how to broach the subject otherwise. She may have been different, but she had not mastered the niceties. "To tell you there are no aliens? That paranormal studies are stupid?"

"I'm not after that anymore Gaz," Dib closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Then what are you after?" she questioned.

"I don't know anymore," Dib's head lowered past the bar, his lengthened hair now covering his face. "I... think I'm going insane."

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She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
-

She had turned to leave after the silence. Dib, trying to overcome his confession that he just started to realize, turned to stop her as she started to step away.

"You didn't answer my question," he said quietly. She stopped, facing him again. Her hair had lengthened itself, but she had cut it to near where it used to be. He was still taller than her, but she appeared to look straight at him. Not down at him and never up. Somehow, they were equals more than he had realized. "What happened to you Gaz?"

"I had to do what you wanted," she tried to spit the words out venomously, but they came out softer then intended. "To save people. I didn't mean to." She sighed and looked at the water that he was so fascinated in minutes before. "I realized people weren't all like I had imagined them. They weren't all stupid, just the intelligent ones had never been given a chance." Gaz looked back at him again. "But I've had my turn at killing. Dib, stop it. Don't go farther then you have. If you kill another innocent, I'll kill you myself." She unsheathed her swords and instantly had it at his throat. "That will have only proved to me that you are too far gone." She pulled her sword across his throat, with only a paper's width between the blade and his skin. She sheathed it again and started to walk.

"Where are you going?" he asked her, knowing he sounded desperate, but he was. He was just going to loose her again.

"Wherever the wind blows," she replied. "And at the moment it has died."

It was an absolute truth, for Dib didn't feel any wind against his face.

-She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous