Chapter 6 Part 1
Amber eyes slowly blinked as they opened from a troubled sleep. His head was pounding mercilessly and his stomach was in a knot. He couldn't remember what had happened, but he was sure it was not good.
A low chuckle came from his side followed by a purring voice, "Good morning, Dib. Sleep well?"
Dib turned to his side to face his approacher. He was startled to see that it was the WINner.
"WINner?" Dib croaked, "Where am I?"
The WINner snickered lowly once again and answered, "In my office. Don't fret, you're only here for a little while."
Dib started to sit up when he was snapped back onto a cold metal surface. He groaned and winced. What was that?
He then tried to lift his hands but they were bound by rubber straps, as were his ankles, arms, and legs.
"Hey! What's going on?!" he shouted now in a defensive mode, furiously tugging at the bounds.
Seconds later bright white lights flashed on and a machine was whirring up. A large arm-like machine started towards Dib as the bed he was laying on lifted him upright. Soon he was hanging from his binds high above the office floor.
"What's that?! What are you going to do to me?" Dib shouted from his high post.
WINner chuckled darkly and looked up at Dib's terrified, pale face, "What I should have done years ago." He then burst into a hearty laugh of malevolence. His deep, throaty roars echoed all around Dib as the machine in front of him turned slightly and washed a green light over him. After taking a scan, a large needle appeared from the opening of the machine and slowly inched its way towards Dib.
"I hope you're not afraid of needles, Dib." He spat his name as if it were too sour candy.
Dib looked away from the machine, anywhere but the wretched thing. It was a foot away from his flesh and he could feel the coldness of the needle's head. He struggled at the rubber straps ferociously, tugging as hard as he could until he heard a snap. The pointed tip of the needle was only inches away as he heard another snap come from his binds. One false move and the needle would puncture his skin. He tried once more and screamed as he fell downwards, the needle scarring his nose and lip. Blood flowed from the wound. The machine jerked forward and it hit the metal of the table. Dib watched hanging upside down by his ankles. He used his hands to unstrap his feet and hung there by clutching the straps for dear life.
To his horror the needle ejected itself from the bed amd started downward for Dib. He was done for if he didn't jump now.
Dib screamed in terrible pain and anger. The needle injected itself deeper into his spine and broke right through it causing a sickening crack to sound from his body.
He screamed in even more agony as the needle enlarged and began sucking out blood from his bloodstreams. The loss was so quick and intense that he instantly became lightheaded and passed out, letting go of the strap and falling to the floor below. He landed with a loud thud that shook the surrounding area. The WINner walked over to the body and kicked it.
"Out cold," he grunted unhappily, "That means even more waiting."
He dragged Dib's body by the shirt collar and disappeared behind the black curtain.
Chapter 6 Part 2
For the second time Dib was awoken from an unconscious spell. This time, however, the pain had multiplied. He felt it all over his body and it all was centered from somewhere on his upper back. He tried his best to touch the spot and found it was a huge hole opened up. The needle had ripped through his skin and spine. He couldn't move an arm or leg as he laid feeling defenseless. Then the memories came back to him, the WINner had lured him with a toast to his admission. The drink was some type of sedative. Then he had hooked him up to some bed, and that horrible machine... was the cause of his pain. It had inserted itself into his back and tried to suck out all his blood but he fell before they could even collect a gallon. He still felt light-headed from the blood it had taken from him and definitely still felt the pinch of the needle. It wasn't your typical hospital needle, no; it was at least an inch wide and 3 inches long.
Dib sat up on the new surface he was laying on. It was lined with bloody white tissue paper. The substance was dripping still so that meant whatever happened here, happened recently. It was caked on the headboard and sides of the table. There was single light over him and other lights lined up in a row on either side of him. Each light had a person under it, he was horrified to find. They all looked as dazed as him; something told Dib that he wasn't the first subject to the machine.
While he was taking in the scene a small white robot went over to his bedside and draped a white cloth over him, same was for the other people surrounding him. They were short, oval-headed white robots spotted in a crimson substance.
Dib stared pleadingly at the robot as it took out a pack of scalpels, knives, and other medical tools. The spindly white fingers placed themselves over a long scalpel and directed it over Dib's stomach area. Without a second's notice the robot plunged the tool directly through his flesh. Blood oozed out as the robot continued going in and out, cutting a perfect square of his flesh. Dib was in so much shock and agony he couldn't belt out a scream. He just lay, crying and staring up at the ceiling. The robot ripped off the remaining cut of skin bringing a reaction out of Dib who gave a short but loud scream of pain. With the skin gone it revealed his intestines, kidneys, and various other organs. All his organs were pumping fast because of the rush of misery washing over him. The robot then took a sharper looking scalpel and dug into the connection from his kidneys to his bladder. Blood and urine burst from the opening, finally bringing a blood-filled scream from Dib's lips. With five more agonizing slices at the connecting organ finally the bladder was cut free. Dib's screams combined with the other screams in the room. He couldn't say a single word while others were crying for help. A room full of pain was where he was in. The robot reached inside the cavity and ripped out the bladder from its holding. Dib watched in utter stunned silence as his bladder passed by his vision. He was shaking in intense pain as the robot took the scalpel and placed it on the table next to them. It replaced the skin to his cavity and used staples to put it back into place. Each pump was like a knife to the gut again and again. Finally after felt like hours, the robot stopped and wheeled itself away.
Dib sat, breathing hard, taking in shuddering breaths. Every single breath he took caused unnecessary pain.
The robot returned to collect its packet of tools. The lights shut off all across the room and darkness enveloped him. Suddenly he felt himself being picked up and carried somewhere. He was placed onto a moving surface that was headed towards a distant light. His vision was blurred by his own blood; it was dripping from the un-sturdy seams of his stapled gut. The metallic staples added to the overwhelming scent of shed bodily fluids. The light moved closer and closer until he made it out in the open. He noticed the bright lights and came to the conclusion he was out in the main factory. From his high point he could see his co-workers working down below. He prepared to scream at the top of his lungs for help when a gloved hand clutched around his mouth.
"No-one will hear you, Dib." A voice came from behind him.
He turned and saw the WINner, smirking evilly as he released his face.
"You! You wretched little jerk! What the heck are you doing killing your own workers!" Dib screeched in fury.
"Dib. Dib. Language, you filthy human. Don't die with dishonor." WINner chastised him.
"Filthy human? Zim!" It was all coming back to Dib. Before WIN Factory existed Zim had disappeared. He first stopped going to skool, then leaving his base, and finally stopped plotting altogether. Zim had gone MIA as far as Dib was concerned. Now he realized what he was up to all along. This was his master plan and he was about to execute it.
Dib screamed in anger, "You stupid green moron! I knew you were behind this whole thing!" And that little puppet of yours; Amanda! She probably lied to me about my father and sister…" Dib drifted off sadly realizing what this meant.
Zim smirked, "It's what you believe Dib. No-one escapes my factory."
Dib felt hot stinging tears come to his eyes, "You-you monster! You coward and idiot! I hope you die by falling into the grinder!"
He hadn't even noticed but he was feet before the grinder. Its loud thumps shook the conveyor belt.
"Be careful what you wish for, Dib. I hope you don't mind but I think I'm going to speed things up a little." Zim walked over to a lever and pushed it forward. The conveyor jerked then sped up tenfold. Dib hollered in shock and watched as the grinder was fast approaching. This was the end and he knew it. That huge block would stomp his head right in and then game over.
Meanwhile a familiar laugh was heard behind him as they cried out death threats.
The grinder was a large block of graphite that when you put somebody under it would smash it to bits. In Dib's case it would smash his bones to bits. And he was getting ever closer to it.
Its thumps were becoming deafening and he watched in horror as one by one the rest of the workers ahead of him were crushed under its mighty weight. He was next and the grinder was not slowing down for anything.
Dib made it to the top of the steep slope before the drop and fell down the flight headed straight for the machine.