Invader Sideos, in De Vinci style (that's back to front and upside down) writes: Well I'm doomed. In two days I've gotta do an English A-Level exam and I haven't revised a jolt. Why? Cos I always end up writing this instead. Damm love of writing/fan fiction. I can go to a revision class tomorrow and fool myself into thinking I've done revision therefore I'm going to pass.

Yea, I'll do that.

What to have here what to have...Smash of inspiration from Nightclubbing! WOOP!

Oh, and just a bit of a more modern update onto that little A-Level thing. I passed! With a C! It could have been a B but I didn't finish the last exam-bit-thing…ahh well.

Written to NOFX - Stickin' In My Eye and general NOFX. There good for your health. Also a little dabbling of Guns 'n' Roses (Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games...) and a healthy dose of Iggy Pop - Nightclubbing.

I don't own Zim...but I own my Oc's! Yeah, WOO!

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Snow swirled down from the grey skies above, a slight wind blowing against the snowflakes and scattering them about. The sun showed it was now late in the day, warning the inhabitants on earth that it would soon be night. It had become rather cold as Zim walked out of the city and back into the suburbs. Luckily, he had managed to memorise the rout back to the hotel, and if he hurried he could be there by at least eleven that night. However, it had taken him a while to remember where his house was. He had noticed the litter around him decreasing, not much, but it was a bit better then the city. Zim had returned to an empty home, Gir having left a message that, once Zim had read it several times, told him that Dib had came back and took him.

Zim wasn't sure what to feel at this, as there was no message of any sort from the human. What did it mean? Was Dib giving up on him, or was he in a hurry and didn't have time? Or was it some sort of attempt to get Zim to walk to Dib's and demand why he didn't seem to care? In the end Zim had decided to brush it off when he felt his arms and shoulders itch. The withdrawal was always good for distracting him from things.

He had taken the opportunity to set the security on high and gather close to over four thousand dollars before he left. Also he packed a few essentials, such as some edible food and drink, and had a shower in paste. He figured he would be gone for a while. Lastly he bandaged his left arm, right over where he punctured his skin. His arm had been aching for some time, mostly because of all the injections. They had created a large permanent bruise and Zim hoped by putting a bandage round he could ease the aching slightly.

In his mind's eye he watched himself from afar as he gave his home a last look around before closing the door. He figured he would be gone for a few weeks and so it was best to check that everything was shut down or on stand-by for when he came back. Mentally he dramatised the moment by having himself stand at the door looking in, before closing it and engulfing the house in darkness. In reality he had just walked out without looking back, he was in too much of a hurry to get back to his beloved drug.

Only about an hour later did he slap himself for forgetting to get a new wig.

Zim had been walking steadily for most of the day. His feet ached, as did his whole body, but he knew that by the end of this day he wouldn't care at all. A true smile grew on his face as he thought about what was waiting for him at the end of the night: pleasure, peace, bliss and the bunny girl. Right now he was in the stage where it was a simple calling, no extremities yet. His squeedlyspooch was churning, making him wish he could just throw up what little had had eaten that day, and he was unknowingly clenching and unclenching his shaking hands.

The sun in the distance was slowly setting and the street lights were quietly humming on. The snow seemed to have finally stopped, but the freezing light wind had not. The world was at that limbo where the day and the night meet, the day creeping away from the night's ominous offensive.

The snow that covered the world now stopped its sparkling, as there was no moon for it to reflect that night. Zim looked up to see the sky turn a blood red, casting a strange orange-ness across the street around him. The litter and dirt that was so typical of the city he knew all blended into this odd colour. Orange was not a colour seen much in the Irken Empire; it was not a naturally occurring colour in Irk's sunsets or within much of its nature. The same went for blues and yellows, so for Zim it had been a surprise to see these colours appear to be a very common feature of Earth's natural state. Irk had always been blessed with beautiful purples, reds, greens and pinks, colours he had always felt defined the Irken people.

Zim chuckled, orange and blue were not colours of a warrior race, why did it seem that everything about this planet paled in comparison to the majesty of Irk?

His wondering was interrupted when he came round a street corner to face a twenty-four-seven store. A poster in the brightly lit window advertised cherry brain freezy and suddenly Zim really wanted one. He had been walking for a while, after all, and since the drink was made from nothing but frozen, and almost totally pollutant free, water and copious amounts of sugar he could drink it without fear of having any serious reactions from it. It might even settle his squeedlyspooch.

He quickly crossed the road to get to the entrance of the store, but he stopped stock still as he saw who walked out.

Holding a magazine with the name 'GamePro' and a picture of some guy shooting some flaming pig on the cover in her left hand was Gaz. She looked intensely at the cover, and then reached into her top pocket and calmly drew out a cigarette. She lit it, inhaling deeply before taking it from her mouth and blowing out a breath of smoke. Then, still holding the cigarette in her right hand, she went back to looking at the cover and began to walk past Zim, as if she didn't even notice him.

However, after about three steps past him she stopped and looked up from her cover reading, then a calculated second later she turned around.

Gaz still looked exactly like she always had done. She had a black dress with grey sleeves, pink and purple stockings and her ever present skull necklace. The only changes were her knee length goth boots which were black and adorned with metal clips and other decorations. Also was the more recently acquired black trench coat, which was in a much better state then Dib's. She was smaller then Zim by a few inches, but that didn't stop her from being greatly feared by him, Dib and pretty much all the Hi-Skool.

She brushed a stray strand of her purple hair away from her permanently pissed off looking face and opened her squinting lids enough to show her dark brown eyes.

Zim and Gaz stared coldly at each other for a chilling moment before she smirked. "Well, well, well," she said quickly but mockingly, "if it isn't Houdini himself." And she took another toke of her cigarette.

Zim's antenna cocked in confusion. "Who is this Houdini? I am Zim."

Gaz shook her head disapprovingly and shifted her weight, placing her magazine hand on her hip. "Never mind. So, Dib's been acting rather oddly since the school gates. He hasn't left his room apart from when he went to go get Gir. Anything you would admit to maybe? You two haven't had a lovers tiff or something, have you?"

Zim scowled and recoiled. "That's disgusting."

Gaz crossed her arms and again smoked a bit more of her cigarette, and then she looked at him with pitiless eyes. "Only as disgusting as what you've been dreaming about lately."

Zim's eyes widened in shock and his antenna fainted onto his head. "W-what?"

The human furrowed her brow. "I said answer the question, idiot. What's gone on?"

Zim shook his head, it was just the withdrawal getting to him. He hesitated for a moment before deciding that the best approach would be to tell her. He knew that if he lied she wouldn't believe him, if he ran off she would catch him and beat the answer out of him and even if by some miracle he escaped her wrath then she would go home and beat it out of Dib. He sighed and shuffled his feet, curse this cursed human. "You really want to know why the Dib-stink spent the night at my base?"

Gaz bowed her head slightly, but didn't take those cold brown eyes off of Zim. The whole effect cast an evil looking shadow across her face. Her voice became slightly deeper, meaning she was deadly serious. "I guess so, but spare me the gooey details."

Zim smirked, why was it that all teenage humans only thought about one thing? He crossed his arms so that he was holding his upper arms tightly, as they had been itching rather badly and he was trying to stop it without scratching. "If you really must know it's because he tried to get me to quit taking aswermitus and I...refused."

Gaz looked at Zim as if he had just announced that he was the messiah, before a smile ached its way across her face. She placed a hand across her mouth as she laughed at Zim's statement. Zim just looked on calmly as Gaz tried to control her mirth.

Eventually she stopped and wiped a tear from her eye. She placed the cig in her mouth and said, "Christ, Zim, I thought you of all people knew how to lie convincingly," before sucking in more of her cig and going back to holding it in her hand while blowing out more smoke.

Zim narrowed his eyes and his voice hardened. "You don't believe me?"

"No, Zim," she bluntly stated, "I don't believe you."

Zim grew a malicious grin and slowly took his left arm out of his coat and raised his red shirt to his shoulder. Gaz's face remained passive, but even she couldn't stop her eyes widening in shock as Zim showed her his bruised upper arm, complete with several needle pinpricks dotted around clear track lines that ran across his veins.

Quickly he rolled his sleeve back down and put his arm back into his coat, all the while sporting a vicious, uncaring grin at the shock on Gaz's face.

However, she quickly regained her composure and took another, but notably long, toke of her cigarette. "I bet you're real proud of yourself, huh, Zim?"

"I'm not proud, no," he cocked his head slightly. "But I'm not ashamed either. It's-"

"My choice, yea," Gaz interrupted with the wave of a hand. "I've heard it all before." She gave a dark chuckle, "Especially from me."

Zim didn't respond as he assumed she was referring to her cigarette. Gaz smoked the last of it and threw it to the floor, stamping it out with her boot. She looked back at Zim. "You just keep telling yourself that when you sell your soul to get a hit."

He scoffed at her. "Like that will ever happen, souls are the stuff of myths."

She grinned darkly. "You'd think that, wouldn't you," she sighed, uncaring, and turned away. "Bye, Zim, don't kill yourself too quickly or you won't be able to open your Christmas presents."

When she was a safe enough distance away from him Zim took his thumb to the top row of his zipper-like teeth and flicked it in her direction.

On Irk, this was the equivalent of giving someone the finger. "Stu-pid hu-man," he grumbled while walking into the store.

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Zim was shaking as he knocked on door number sixty-five. As he had continued his walk into the city the withdrawal had become worse, at several points he had almost thrown up into a dark ally or stopped because some hallucination had distracted him. Even when he walked into the hotel his eyes had told him that the hotel was in fact a monster and if he walked in through the doors he would be walking to the beast's mouth.

Needless to say, that had not stopped him.

The sky pored down with snow, it was close to something of a blizzard. Not even the sex shops were open tonight, something Zim had barley noticed as he fought his way through the snow and into the hotel, driven by pure drug lust.

He ran a claw softly down his left arm, trying to calm the itching as he heard Vega's voice shout "Who is it?"

"Me, Zim," he replied, trying not to sound desperate. He was late and he knew it, his body was telling him he was late.

His antenna rose slightly as the door opened to a grumpy looking Vega. "You're late."

Zim growled "I know," and he proceeded to walk in past the sneering Mexican.

The moment he walked into the main room he had to take in a haggard breath. Sprawled on the floor in front of him was Shawn, a cigarette still held loosely in his open mouth and an empty syringe in his right hand. Iggy was hunched over in the far right corner, a blanket wrapped around him and a needle lying on the filthy mattress in front of him. It wasn't the sight of the humans spiked out of their minds that was shocking him, it was the needles lying on the floor. He could barley stand not to tear his own veins out just to stop them from screaming for a fix.

Then he looked to his mattress, the one he had sat on last time and, in a short break from junkie hunger, he was annoyed. Lilith was laying there on her back, a needle in her hand and a blanket just at her waist. Her black hoody was unzipped, showing a deep green t-shirt with 'NIH' written in large white letters on the front.

However, he would deal with this later.

He darted to the counter and slammed down five hundred pounds. Vega walked round, chuckling cruelly. "You're in luck, boy, one left."

From behind the counter he brought up a black suitcase and, using a short code, opened it up. Zim had to grip the counter tightly because his claws were shaking so much. He could feel them digging into the dirty plastic, making small marks on the counter.

Vega noticed this as he took a clean syringe from below the counter. He gave Zim's claws a concerned look and then looked to Zim's eyes, which glowed with a dangerous light, like that of a tiger before it pounces on its prey. "Hey, man, do you mind? I need that counter, you know."

Zim didn't say a word, but slowly removed his hands, holding one of them out to Vega, who dropped the vial and the needle into the Irken's claws.

In seconds Zim was on his mattress with a needle full of aswermitus being pumped into his arm. His eyes were shut tight as he removed the needle, but by the time he had thrown it across the room he had fallen backwards onto the mattress. As he lay next to Lilith a great smile grew across his face as his mind became lost to the drug.

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Woop. Well I hope ya like Gaz here; I did my best to keep her Gaz-like but still have her more mature (like all the show characters.) I thought "If Gaz is such a rebel 'n' all, let's make her have something that can tie into the addictions theme and be sorta rebellious." I remembered the way Shawn smoked so I gave it to Gaz as well. I gave Gaz cigarettes. I am a bad person...hehehe.

Anyway it allowed me to give that superb line (if I do say so myself) about 'my choice'. I dunno where the whole soul thing came from, but I did want to have Zim say somewhere that souls don't exist.

References!

NIH, comes right from JTHM (Nine Inch Heels for the none-obsessive fan.)

The Irken insult is actually a really old Shakespearean insult, if you don't believe me watch the beginning of the modern day 'Romeo and Juliet' film and you see one of the characters do it to another character. I thought it would be funny to have Zim do it to Gaz, after she was about three blocks away haha. (Is blocks right? We don't have blocks in England…)

Just to make your minds run a bit here's a short list of the people I am defiantly going to cameo. 1: Pepito (Squee!) 2: Squee 3: Senior Diablo (Squee!).

R&R pweeeaaase!