A/N: Heavens, I re-read the last chapter and absolutely hated it :/ I hope I can fix things up with this one...
"This doesn't make any sense," Dib muttered. He and Zim were walking through the crowded streets. Zim had stayed silent the whole time and Dib had done the same up until now.
Not everything has to make sense, Red's words flashed into Zim's mind. Don't start listening to that idiot, the alien scolded himself.
"It will after we sit down and think about it," Zim replied.
"You're just trying to be positive. Think about it, maybe a paranormal explanation is possible," Dib couldn't hold back all his excitement. His eyes where gleaming with the idea of proving that the paranormal is real and a small smile escaped his mouth as an image of a newspaper reading 'Paranormal proved true by two investigators' floated into his head.
"Maybe, but you shouldn't come up with conclusions so quickly. You'll then find facts to fit the conclusion and not find facts to make a conclusion," Zim burst Dib's bubble.
"I guess so..." Dib sighed, kicking a can on the floor. Both humans and Irkens were famous for littering and in a cramped city like this riddled with the two species, it was inevitable that there was more rubbish on the floor than in the bins.
Zim took out the piece of paper he'd found in the coffin, giving it a look over.
"What's that?" Dib eyed the folded paper.
"It was in Larb's pocket," Zim's eyes didn't leave the paper.
"Then open it," Dib ordered. Zim gave Dib an angry glance before carefully opening it. It was barely the size of an A5 piece of paper and had a coffee stain at the bottom.
"Someone has the most horrible handwriting," Zim grimaced as he looked at the spiky and untidy writing.
"What does it say?"
"New Irk, Bloaty's Street, House 598," Zim started, "To: Larb. Red's waiting for the stuff you're meant to give him. You better get it soon, he said his coming back in three days. Got it? Meet him at the graveyard, and you'll get paid. He wants to thank you for the spells in advance – the rest of the letter's too smudged to read."
"Larb was working for Red?" Dib's eyes widened.
"Seems like it," Zim stuffed the paper into his pocket.
"Well, he did look dodgy enough to be working with whatever magic Red uses, but I can't see why Red would hire someone who looks like they just got attacked by dogs. Red's very high-maintenance for a criminal," Dib pondered on the thought.
"Maybe that's why he got rid of him."
Dib didn't have enough time to think about what Zim said; someone tapped the human on the shoulder.
"Want to know a thing or two about your future, sir?" a female voice asked. Turning around, Dib saw a blonde human with squinted blue eyes. She had a loose light blue t-shirt on and baggy jeans that were covered in dirt. A short fridge hung over her forehead and her fair hair went down to just past her shoulders.
"No thanks," Dib turned around, walking off.
"Oh, please, I insist," she stepped in front of him, still smiling. She was short, only as tall as Dib's shoulders, but there was an air of respect around her that seemed to be coming out of nowhere.
"I don't want to know about my future," Dib tried to go around her, but she brought her arm up to block him.
"Oh come on, it'll only cost a few monies," her eyes widened and she tilted her head slightly as if she was begging him like a dog.
"Let him go, you hobo," Zim said half-heartedly, "he's already pretty much broke."
"Excuse me?" Dib blinked at Zim.
"Just play along, she'll leave us alone if we don't have what she wants," Zim whispered in Dib's ear.
"I'm not deaf," she narrowed her eyes at Zim. She turned back to Dib, "Do you know a Zita?"
"Zita?" Dib forgot what Zim said, "What about her?"
A different smile took its place on the female human's mouth, a smaller but more sinister one. "Let me see that palm of yours..." Dib held up his palm. Zim slapped his forehead. "Let's see..." she grabbed Dib's hand, twisting her head and running her figures along the lines, "Oh, I see two brothers," she looked up at Dib, "united not in blood... but in bond..."
Zim's eyes glanced up at her. Did she mean him and Dib?
"And what about Zita?" Dib asked.
"Zita... Zita..." she looked down at Dib's palm, "She's human, twenty one... and you two are together, how cute," she really sounded like she meant the 'how cute' part.
"How do you know this?" Dib gave a heavy blink as if he was trying to wake up.
"Oh, I know a lot of things," she smiled again, "I'm Jessica, nice to meet you."
"Um... I'm Dib..." Dib knew telling a complete stranger your name wasn't the brightest thing to do, especially if that stranger seemed more interested in your money than anything else, but he somehow had some sort of trust in her.
"Oh, yeah, your future," Jessica looked down at his palm. Dib pulled his hand away, remembering that she would probably ask to be paid. Even if she knew his future, Dib wasn't willing to pay any money for it.
"Sorry, I've got to go," Dib walked past her, followed by Zim.
"Where you heading off to?" Jessica yelled.
"A mission," Zim replied loud enough to be heard above the buzzing of the crowd.
"To where?"
"An Irken's house, happy now?" Dib shouted. He guessed that Jessica had some experience from the street and that she would be able to tell if Dib was lying or not, so he decided to tell the truth with only enough details to keep her from following them.
"Oh yes..." Jessica said quietly to herself, "I'm happy now..." she pulled out a mobile and tapped in a number. She spoke into it with a cruel smile on her face, "Send out the boys, Red, they're going to Larb's house."
Dib had managed to drag Zim into a jewellery store to buy a ring for Zita. Dib had spotted the perfect one in the window, golden and topped with a ruby, though Zim kept on complaining that it was way too expensive and that the money would be better off with Jessica. Dib had ignored him, however, and brought it, telling Zim it was his money that he earned and that he could spend it on anything he wanted to. Dib had thought about leaving Zim to go and investigate Larb's house by himself and rather spending some time with Zita, but the thrill of finding evidence to support the paranormal quickly made Dib throw that idea away.
"You've got your ring, now," Zim said as the two walked down Bloaty's street, "so we can go to Larb's, right?"
"Sure, sure," Dib barely listened to his friend. The human was holding the ring up and admiring how beautifully the sun reflected off the glittering red stone.
"Bloaty's Street is so disgusting," Zim commented as they passed some dirty people sitting on the ground.
"Tell me about it... it's just about the oldest and cheapest place this city's got to offer. Which house is Larb's?" Dib finally put the ring away.
"House 598."
It turned out the number of the house meant the five-hundred and ninety-eighth house. There were six-hundred and five houses and Zim and Dib were only at house number twelve.
"You're kidding me! It's going to take ages till we get to house 598!" Dib yelled.
"We probably would already have gotten there if it weren't for that ring!" Zim hollered.
"Oh, so now this is my fault?"
"Yes, you pig-smelly!"
"Pig-smelly? What are you, five? Let's just get going before we get held back even more."
"I'm not walking all that way! Let's get a ride," Zim looked up to the busy sky and waved his hand, trying to get a ship to fly down.
"Why would anyone-?"
"Shut your ugly mouth and start waving!" Zim growled. Dib didn't even begin waving before a red ship flew down to them, stopping about half a meter above the ground, "that was quick. See, I told you we'd get a ride. Now get in!"
"Fine, but you're paying them..." the door opened and three aliens were sitting in there, two Irken and one a Planet Jacker, who was sitting in the back seat.
"Hey, guys," Zim greeted them, "Me and my friend are on our way to visit House 598 in this street. Are you going that way?"
"As a matter of fact, we are," an Irken sitting at the wheel, who was probably about Dib's height, smiled, "You'll need to squeeze into the back with Oog-Ah, though." The large pale-green Planet Jacker turned his head and groaned when he saw Zim and Dib. He clearly wasn't impressed. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite."
For a second, Zim rather wanted to walk to the house rather than sit next to the Planet Jacker. He absolutely hated that species. They were annoying and slow, but also stubborn and temperamental. There were few of them on Earth, since they were very keen on throwing the planet into their sun, which was dying and needed planets to be thrown in it to keep it burning. They still had a grudge against the stronger Irkens, who had told them that Earth was off-limits, so most of them stayed on other planets as if they were 'rebelling' against the idea of living on Earth. Zim shrugged off his reluctance to get into the ship and hopped in without much more hesitation.
"Thanks," Zim smiled. Dib seemed more wary. He never felt completely comfortable being surrounded by aliens in a small space. "Come on, get in Dib-human."
"Ok..." Dib obeyed, shutting the door once he had sat down. It was a tight squeeze at the back, mainly because the Planet Jacker was in there; he was taking up more than half of the back seat and Dib and Zim had to share the rest of it, which wasn't much. The ship took off and started flying down the street.
"So, why are you going to House 598?" the same Irken driving the ship asked.
"Oh, you know, just visiting a pal," Zim answered casually.
"Really? Hey, you're Zim, right? The detective?"
"Yep," Zim smiled with pride.
"Cool. I'm Sneakyonfoota, but most people call me Sneaky," the driver introduced himself, "that's Slacks," Sneaky pointed to the Irken next to him. Dib noticed that every Irken here had the same eye colour. That crimson colour most Irkens had. The planet Jacker had greenish-yellow eyes that were pretty much the same design as Irken eyes, just more circular and proportionally smaller. Were humans the only intelligent creatures with proper pupils?
"Nice to meet you. Please ignore the human's rude silence, he isn't very bright," Zim stated.
"Shut up, Zim!" Dib snapped.
"You're name's Dib, if I'm not mistaken?" Sneaky guessed Dib's name, "aren't you a doctor? Doctor's are meant to know at least three human languages and Irken, right?"
"Yeah..." Dib scratched the back of his head, not too sure what Sneaky was getting to.
"Then we can speak Irken! It's way easier than English," Sneaky smiled.
"You know, I never thought about that. From now on, Dib, we're speaking Irken instead of your human language!" Zim set down the new rule.
Dib's stomach turned. He was never very good at learning Irken, all the sounds they made were hard for any human to master. They were odd, curly sounds, and Dib had a feeling he would completely embarrass himself in front of the aliens if he tried to speak Irken.
"So, how's the mystery solving going?" Sneaky asked Zim in Irken.
"Oh, fine. Mystery's aren't that hard, really," Zim replied.
"I'd never be able to figure them out," Slacks finally spoke, his deep voice making Dib surprised. Slacks seemed shorter than Sneaky, and hearing the low voice come out of his skinny body seemed a bit unusual.
"Oh, anyone can figure them out," Zim sounded truly flattered, "Just I'm very good at it."
"Small Irken think he so smart," Oog-Ah huffed. Seemed he could speak Irken too, but wasn't very good a phrasing it.
"What did you say?" Zim turned to Oog-Ah.
"You not so smart. You can't speak my language," Oog-Ah threatened Zim.
"Of course I can!" Dib wasn't too sure if Zim was telling the truth.
"Prove it."
"Can you understand me now? Oh, yes you can! I can speak Planet Jackers' stupid language!" Zim spoke it without any noticeable pauses and, even though Dib couldn't understand that language, he could tell from Zim's confidence and Oog-Ah's face expression that the Irken was fluent in it.
"Woah, guys, fighting's not needed," Sneaky cut in, speaking Irken. Both Zim and Oog-Ah turned away from each other, mumbling swear words in their own language.
"We're here," Slacks commented. Looking out of the window, Dib saw a small old house with the number 598 in a faded gold on the wooden door. The ship lowered down, landing on the ground and engines turning off.
"We'll wait for you two," Sneaky offered.
"Really? Thanks!" Zim smiled. Dib opened the door and got pushed out by an impatient Zim, "We owe you guys."
The two walked down the pathway to the house while Sneaky, Slacks and Oog-Ah waited in the ship for them to return. As they neared the door, Dib stopped. Zim turned around.
"Why are you standing there like a confused smeet?" Zim narrowed an eye. At least he was speaking English.
"I don't trust those guys..." Dib murmured.
"What? Don't be stupid Dib-human! They gave us a ride!"
"Okay, for starters, stop calling me Dib-human, or I'll call you Zim-Irken. And, think about it, why would they wait for us?"
"Because I am Zim. You see, they're really waiting for me," the Irken said as if it was obvious, "You're just an annoying local."
"You told them that we were visiting someone. It can take hours to visit someone, why would they wait that long?"
"You're just scared because they're aliens."
"Scared? Don't be stupid! You know what, you can go by yourself, I don't want to be anywhere near those creeps," Dib almost yelled.
"Alright, then, Stink-human, if you're going to be scared then you can leave!" Zim turned on his heel and headed for the door, forgetting about Dib.
"Fine, then."
"Stupid door!" Zim gave the back door a kick. It swung open and smashed against the wall. He'd tried opening the front door, though that didn't work out so well. The back door was the only other option that didn't involve breaking windows. Zim was irked (no pun intended) that that door was locked too. Too impatient to try picking this lock, Zim had gone for a more violet approach, banging and kicking at it. The neighbours probably heard the door being pummelled and yelled at, but Zim figured that they'd thank him later when the case was solved.
Zim stepped into a long but thin hallway that lead up to the front door. Not a very creative plan for a house, but Larb didn't look like someone who really cared about something like that. The hallway was completely empty, except for the lone lamb next to the front door. The only light in the windowless hallway came from the open back door. Well, at least the house seemed clean. There were no spider webs and no dust on the tiled floors, though the paint on the walls was starting to peel off. At least Larb did a better job of keeping the house clean than Zim would've.
Heading for the nearest door on his left, Zim grabbed the handle and slowly opened it, praying that Larb didn't have a roommate who was deaf enough not to here the door slam against the wall. Once he opened the door, it revealed a small room with a squashed up blue bed in the corner and a little window looking out at the house next door. There wasn't even enough space for a dresser and Zim wondered where Larb kept his clothes.
This wasn't the room he was looking for, though. Something in the back of his head told him there weren't any clues hanging around here. Turning around and walking down the hallway, not bothering to close the bedroom door, Zim stopped at a door right at the end of the dark passage. He'd passed by two other doors, but Zim had noticed that this was the only door with a keyhole. An empty keyhole. An attempt to open the door proved his theory: it was locked. Zim wasn't in the mood to start banging on the door until it unlocked itself, so he just got PAK legs out and used its handy laser cutting tool to blast the door open. Easy.
The room was long and thin with dirty, stained walls and floors. It was probably one of the largest rooms in the small house, but also one of the messiest. Sheets of paper littered one of three metal tables that were up against the wall, and the other two had dishes, mirrors, beakers, glasses and goodness knows what else all cramped up on the two tables. Nothing seemed organised here.
Zim walked over to the tables, observing everything with an emotionless face. He fingered a glass with some liquid inside it before turning his attention to a black microscope that looked like it had seen better days. Bending down, Zim looked through it. Nothing, just a black line stopping about halfway and a sick yellow behind it. Yeah, it could have helped if there was actually something to look at, Zim hadn't checked that part. Moving away, Zim turned to see a dead rat laying next to a small dish with a white powder inside it. There was even part of what looked like a bee hive next to it, cut in half and a white translucent bottle in front of it.
Carrying on past the other tables, slowly shifting through some sheets on paper with element signals on it and mathematical equations and poking at all the odd objects, Zim came to the end of the room. Next to the table at the end – the one with most of the sheets of paper – was an abnormal machine, halfway in the making. It was oily and pretty much just a square, but it looked like something that needed two... things on it, with two empty round holes on top of it.
"Where's your pal, Zim?" came a voice. Zim knew it. It was Sneaky's.
Turning towards where the door used to be, Zim saw Sneaky and Slacks standing there, Sneaky's face looking amused in a cruel way.
"What are you two doing here?" Zim asked.
"Oh, thought we'd just drop in for a check-up on how things are going," Sneaky smiled.
"Oh, shut up, Sneaky. Enough toying with him," Slacks snapped, "Red said we gotta finish him off pronto."
"Red?" Zim suddenly was overcome with a sick realization, "You're... you're working for him!"
"Uh huh," Slacks nodded, "same with Oog-Ah."
Oh Flabnoug, Zim swallowed.
Oog-Ah came up behind the two Irkens, a twisted smile on his face, "This gunna be fun. Little green man look good for pummelling."
Slacks and Sneaky took a step to the side to let Oog-Ah through. Every step Oog-Ah took seemed to shake the Earth and lower Zim's confidence. Once he was a meter away from Zim, Oog-Ah swung his large fist towards Zim's face. Ducking, Zim ran around him, heading to the door, but was stopped when Slacks and Sneaky grabbed him, turning him around and holding him still for Oog-Ah. That Planet Jacker was big enough to sit on Zim if he really wanted to, and the grin on Oog-Ah wore was a hint that he wouldn't be easy on the Irken.
"Goodbye, little green thing," Oog-Ah said in Planet Jacker, readying to throw a punch at Zim again.
"Not so fast!" a voice behind Zim shouted. An arm went around Slacks neck and pulled the alien away while Sneaky got kicked in the chest. Zim tore away from the two and dodged Oog-Ah as the Planet Jacker lunged out at him. Zim looked around, seeing Dib strangling a squirming Slacks with his left arm and trying to elbow Sneaky off with his other arm.
"Dib-human? You could've come sooner!" Zim complained. Oog-Ah gave off a type of battle-cry, running as fast as he could towards Zim. "And this is for you!" Zim pointed at Oog-Ah, his PAK legs coming out and lifting him higher than the Planet Jacker. He kicked him in the face with one of his airborne feet. Stumbling backwards, Oog-Ah gave off a moan, rubbing his face. Zim lowered himself to the ground and tried to give the Planet Jacker a punch in the stomach. His skinny arms didn't seem to do a good job at it, though, and Oog-Ah barely seemed shaken. The Planet Jacker's fat hand grabbed Zim's head, picked him up and threw him to the other side of the room. Zim slowly got up, reaching for a hammer on one of the tables.
Slacks had escaped Dib's grip and gave him a hit on the back of the head. Dib grabbed his head in pain before Sneaky's knee came up and stabbed Dib in the stomach. Slacks grasped Dib's trench coat and pulled him up, taking both his arms and pulling them behind his back.
Zim barely held onto the hammer, "One moment, please," he huffed in Planet Jacker.
"I'm in no hurry," Oog-Ah replied, also in Planet Jacker, waiting for Zim to attack first. Zim quickly gathered enough energy to fling the hammer at Oog-Ah, who did a good job of avoid it, until Zim tried to hit him again, this time hitting against his chest. He clutched his side, gasping as his lungs (or whatever Planet Jackers have) got the air knocked out of them.
Dib kicked Slacks in the shin, freeing himself. He threw a punch at Sneaky. A 'ting ting ting' sound caught Dib's attention. Glancing around, Dib saw the ring he had brought for Zita rolling on the floor, its container laying open a few centimetres away from it. Dib gave off a gasp.
Zim turned around, looking for something possibly more useful than a hammer, something that was less heavier or maybe...
BANG! Oog-Ah's hand smashed into the alien's head, making him fall to the floor.
"Stupid Irken," Oog-Ah said in Planet Jacker, lifting his foot up, ready to stomp on Zim. The Irken's dazed eyes looked up, seeing a trident shaped sliver object on the floor. Grabbing it, Zim turned around, pointing to three spikes at Oog-Ah's foot. He gave the bottom of his opponent's foot a poke with the object, which resulted in bright sparks zapping out of the object's spikes and Oog-Ah flying over to the other side of the room, smashing into Slacks. They flew through the hole in the wall and onto the other one on the other side of the hallway, causing another hole.
Dib and Sneaky stared at the hole, mystified. Dib snapped out of the wonder of what happened and punched Sneaky in the tummy.
"Argh!" Sneaky groaned, "You bloody asshole!" he lunged at Dib, the two beginning to fight again.
Zim got up and glanced over at the new hole. A shadow came up from the sawdust, or whatever you want to call it, and staggered back into the room. Oog-Ah seemed to be slightly shaken, but still reasonably alright. He grabbed onto one of the metal tables for balance.
"Phew... One... one moment, please," he said in Irken.
"That's better, we can speak Irken, now," Zim commented before gently placing the trident's spikes on the table. The electricity travelled through the metal and making Oog-Ah soar across the room and break a hole into the bathroom wall.
Dib grabbed the microscope and threw it at Sneaky's head. Sneaky stumbled for a second before falling onto the ground, the weight of the old scientific tool knocking him out. Dib took a deep breath turning to Zim.
"Zim... what is that thing?" Dib asked shakily.
"I dunno," Zim answered in Irken.
A crash was heard from the bathroom. Zim ran into it, still grabbing the trident. Oog-Ah had intentionally smashed another hole into the wall, escaping. Jumping though the hole, Zim ran after Oog-Ah, who hadn't gotten very far away from the house. Oog-Ah was running down the street, passing house 599, 600, 601 and 602. Zim followed, far more faster than the Planet Jacker.
There was an increasing amount of crowds as he left the group of houses. It was easy to tell where Oog-Ah was, but it was still a problem to squeeze through the thickening crowd. Zim was short and couldn't look over most of the heads, and, slowly but surely, he was losing the direction Oog-Ah was heading.
"Oh, screw it!" Zim hissed to himself, his PAK legs opening, earning some shouts from the crowd. It got people to make way for him, though, and he could see Oog-Ah a few meters away. He sped forward, the reluctantly crowd splitting to let him through. He started to catch up to Oog-Ah.
The Planet Jacker ran into an empty warehouse. Zim followed, now only about three meters away from him. He still had his PAK legs out, and used them to jump in front of Oog-Ah, holding the small trident out. Oog-Ah stopped, glaring up at Zim.
"Where is he?" Zim shouted in Irken.
"Where is who?" Oog-Ah asked in Planet Jacker, eyes narrowed.
"Red, you idiot, who else?" Zim took a deep breath, "Tell me where the retard is..."
"There are far greater things to fear than his location," Oog-Ah answered.
"What's that supposed to mean? Tell me where Red is, that's all I'm asking for," Zim ordered.
"Like I said, that is not what you should worry about," Oog-Ah grabbed the trident just below the spikes, tugging at it till Zim lost his grip and let go. Oog-Ah threw the trident behind him, still glowering at Zim. After a pause, Oog-Ah continued, "Run little caterpillar, run..."
"With pleasure..." Zim said in Irken before turning around, scampering away using his PAK legs. Oog-Ah grabbed them and pulled Zim back. Poking the Planet Jacker in the eye, Zim got Oog-Ah to let him go. He retracted his PAK legs and just ran by himself, not sure where to go. Oog-Ah pursued, screaming his battle-cry.
There was a large red and grey cement truck that must've been put out of business when Irkens and humans met. Zim ran towards it, opening the door and getting inside. To his relief, the keys were inside the truck. Before Zim could close the door, Oog-Ah grabbed it and ripped it out of Zim's hand. The Planet Jacker reached inside and got a grip around Zim's thin neck. Zim gave a few coughs, his hand reaching for the key in the steering wheel and turned it. The truck gave a rumble as it turned on and Zim stepped down on the accelerator, the truck starting to race forward. Zim grabbed onto the steering wheel as Oog-Ah lost his grip on Zim's neck. Slamming the door shut, Zim raced on forward, the cement truck speeding up. He rolled down the window and looked behind him, seeing Oog-Ah staring at him, scratching his head in confusion.
"Ha, ha!" Zim taunted, "you stupid Planet Jacker! Thought you could win a fight with the almighty ZIM? Well, look at you, now, you filthy-"
SMASH!
Unknown to Zim, while he was mocking Oog-Ah, he was driving the truck right into the wall of the warehouse. Not the brightest thing to do...
Zim was now driving the cement truck on the streets, trying to miss all the Irkens and humans, who were screaming and running around, shocked to see a large land vehicle driving through the crowd. Zim turned the wheel from side to side, yelling at the Irkens and humans to move out of the way. As he went further down the street, Zim found himself entering a park. The rusted truck's wheels sank into the soft green grass as it drove through the park. More Irkens and humans that had been relaxing just a few seconds ago were now screaming and dodging the large truck.
Stepping on the break, Zim hoped the truck would stop immediately, but the break system seemed to not be working. Turning the truck around, he exited the park and then turned right, purposely aiming for a large building. The truck crashed into the building and finally came to a halt. After listening to the truck's engine give off a last murmur and then watching the smoke rise up from the hood, Zim gave off a sigh, relived that his short ride was finished. Form the side of his eye, he spotted Dib running towards his truck.
"What the hell are you doing in this thing?" Dib panted once he was close enough for Zim to hear him.
"Oh, shut up," Zim said tetchily.
A police ship alarm sounded from somewhere in the sky and Zim gave an irritated huff as the police ship lowered itself next to the cement truck. The window opened and a red-haired human policeman.
"Zim and Dr. Dib, you are to be sent to jail to wait for what the Control Brain decides what to do with you," he stated, "I'll list all the reasons why you will be kept there on our way to it."
"Damn it!" Zim gave the wheel a hard punch, only to get a beige airbag exploding in front of him as a response.
"I'll get him out..." Dib sighed.
Pop quiz: Do I own Invader Zim or Sherlock Holmes? Answer: NO, I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM OR SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DO NOT CLAIM TO. Well done, you get an A+ :)
A/N: The airbag part was inspired by my favourite moment in Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Wererabbit ^^
So... I've finished this chapter... (heads smashes into keyboard) this chapter was such a pain to write... it ended up being WAY longer than I thought it would... and I've started a new fanfic story which I'm hoping will be up in a few months. I'm first finishing this story, though
And I know the gypsy wasn't one of Blackwood's 'minions', but Jessica's an insult to blondes so I thought 'ya know what, I'll make her serve the villain 'cause we all know Red likes having lots of henchmen/henchwomen'
yeah... don't know how that works, but whatever...
And: NO OCs USED IS THIS CHAPTER! EVEN THE POLICEMAN'S MEANT TO BE ONE OF ZIM'S CLASSMATES, WHO'S NAME I'VE FORGOTTEN! IT'S NOT KEEF, IT'S SOMEONE ELSE!
Ok... I'm done now... *faints*
Time in movie: 55 minutes and 22 seconds (I only did 15 minutes from the last chapter. Well, at least I'm pretty much halfway...)
Words: 5 007 (the second longest chapter I've ever written...)