Chapter 12 Elite
Author note: If you did not get the memo…I changed the last chapter because I hated it…hopefully this chapter will be better! Have fun reading!
The building was strangely empty. There were no soldiers, no guards, no nothing! There was only furniture.
"The tallest must be on the top floor." Zim said quietly, pointing to a small elevator.
They walked forward.
Suddenly Zim stopped twitching his antennae.
"What?"
"Shh!" Zim hushed Dib and crouched low to the ground, his antennae twitching.
"Get behind me." Zim hissed.
"What? No!"
"GET BEHIND ME!" Zim extracted his spider legs and pushed Dib behind him.
Three figures stepped out from the darkness.
They looked like normal irkens except they had a different PAK, they had a weird tattoo that looked like the irken symbol, and they had weird hands that looked like the Tallest's hands, but with three finger holes.
The first one retracted their claws and stepped forward.
"Hello Zim." The figure said in irken.
"Hello traitor!" Another one hissed in irken.
"Hello defect!" The last one said.
"Elites…" Zim hissed. Dib detected a hint of fear in the irken's voice.
"Just let us go and we won't have to hurt you!" Zim hissed back in irken.
All three of them started to laugh.
"Isn't that cute!" The first one smiled.
"He thinks he can defeat us!" The second one laughed.
"And look at that!" The third one said, pointing at Dib. "He's got a little friend!"
The three almost fell over from laughter.
Zim's antennae laid flat against his head.
"Are you just going to talk, or are we actually going to fight?" Zim hissed.
The elites looked up at him with evil smiles. "Oh, we intend to fight!"
Zim pushed Dib behind him farther. He gave Dib a look that said 'Let me handle this'
and prepared to attack.
They lunged at him together. They clawed at him with their mechanical claws and tried to stab him with their PAK legs.
Zim dodged and blocked to the best of his abilities, while still trying to keep Dib protected.
But they kept coming. Attack after attack. Zim swaggered as one of his spider legs was cut off.
Dib tried to help, but Zim pushed him back.
"Don't worry Dib!" Zim managed to speak out above the fight. "I got this!"
Zim stabbed back with his spider legs. He tried to rip off their PAKs, but failed.
Suddenly, one elite pulled back. She hissed in rage to find that one of her claws had been ripped off.
She slunk back and watched as the other two fought Zim, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
"NOW!"
The two elites backed down as she crouched down to the ground and sprang; lunging at Zim.
She knocked him to the ground with a thud.
She pinned him down with her two remaining claws around his neck.
Zim struggled to breath.
She brought down her other hand and cut off the tip of Zim's antennae with her sharp claw.
Zim cried out in agony as pain seared his entire body.
"Kill the boy!" She hissed in irken to the other elites.
"No!" Zim hissed, trying to pry her off.
The two elites sprang forward.
Dib made a fist and prepared to attack.
He tried to punch one elite in the face, but they dodged like they were just playing around.
They laughed and kicked him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him.
Dib fell to the ground clutching his stomach.
"No!" Zim broke free from the elite…but only for a second.
"Silence!" The elite said and pinned Zim down again; clutching his throat tighter.
"You see Zim…"
Dib grabbed by one of the elites in a head lock.
"This is why Invaders can't have friends!"
The other brought up his claw, preparing to slit Dib's neck.
"KILL HIM!"
"NO!"
Zim brought out his spider leg and stabbed the elite right in the chest. The spider leg went right through her PAK and out the other side of her.
He pushed her aside and lunged at the others, blocking them from Dib.
"I am NOT an Invader! I am the almighty ZIM!" Zim screamed out, lunging at the others.
"I am a defect, a traitor, I…AM…ZIM!"
And just like that, the fight was over.
Three elites were dead, just like that.
Poof and they're gone.
~Upstairs
"…..we are so dead."