Chapter 4- A Secret Known
"I spy with my little eye…"
"Zim… just shut up."
"What's the matter with you Dib? Humans are supposed to love this foolish game!"
"First off, I don't love the game. It's something people do when they are incredibly bored. And second, playing it seventy-two times in a row is pushing it!"
"Fine… I'm just trying to pass the time while we wait for our immanent destruction because you can't come up with an escape plan," Zim said angrily.
Dib just shook his head, too tired to continue the argument. It was in Zim's character to point blame and Dib was pretty much use to the idea by now.
He pulled lightly at his restraints, but of course they would not give. He looked over at his cellmate and wondered how Zim was fairing in the position he was in.
"Zim, can you still feel your arms?"
"Foolish Dib! My superior Irken being has a far better circulation system than yours! My squeedilyspooch can pump fluids to all parts of my body no matter what position I am in!"
"Geez, I just asked a question," Dib said irritably. "You know, you might want to be nicer to me, seeing how I am your only ally in this state of affairs." He turned his face away from Zim to think.
Zim grumbled at Dib's statement, although he secretly knew it was true. The Dib human was the only person he had on his side. And even though he didn't like to admit it, he did feel a strange sense of possession over his mating partner.
Zim was also a victim of his planet's mating year. Otherwise, he probably never would have slept with Dib in the first place. His urges were unpredictable and impossible to ignore whenever they started up.
Suddenly, both boys jumped at the sound of the door opening. They stared at the devilish looking figure that stepped into the room.
"Hello gentlemen," Tak taunted, as if she knew something they didn't know.
"Tak!" Zim screamed.
"Yes, we all know that's my name Zim," she said rolling her eyes.
She pressed a button on her wrist, and once again, hovered up to the ceiling.
Zim watched her irately. He hated everything about her and what she was doing to his base. He had to rebel. He had to do something to restore his dignity… a harsh insult, a witty comeback, anything!
"I see you are just as fat and pregnant as yesterday," he sneered.
Dib looked at Zim as if he were crazy. Dib knew his standpoint was not a good one, and until his position improved, he wasn't going to start throwing insults around. So to him, Zim was taking a big risk with both their lives. But at the same time, he almost couldn't believe Tak was pregnant. Naturally, his first thoughts were how fascinating it was that Irkens reproduced sexually and how this would be a great opportunity to observe an Irken pregnancy… if he weren't bolted to an operating table. But then he remembered his situation and how Zim was about to drastically shorten his lifespan.
"Zim! Shut up," he half-whispered through clenched teeth.
"You should listen to your little plaything, Zim," Tak said, not bothering to look away from the machine she was dismantling.
Both boys did a double take at what she said.
"Plaything?! Plaything?! Lies, I tell you! Lies," Zim shouted. He began struggling mindlessly again, making his usual frustrated grunting noises.
Tak chuckled lightly under her breathe. She finished dismantling another devilish piece of machinery and strung it over her shoulder, hovering back down to the ground.
"Whatever you've heard Tak, I can assure you it isn't true," Dib said in a serious tone, trying to hide their dirty little secret as best as possible.
Tak just smiled, still walking towards the door. "You just keep telling yourself that Dib. Maybe you'll be on top for once," she said.
Dib just glared upward, his cheeks burning red from anger and embarrassment. His position made it really difficult to see anything that wasn't directly to the left, right, or above him, so he had to make due with glaring angrily at the light above him.
Tak was still smiling and walking out the door, when all of a sudden, the eggs in her belly began shifting. She immediately dropped the machine, making a loud metallic crash that echoed all over the room, making her prisoners jump. But Tak's moans of pain were almost as loud. She leaned up against the doorframe, holding her belly.
Zim just stared wide-eyed, not really sure what to say or think.
Dib could only imagine what was going on, because he couldn't see a thing.
Tak suddenly felt the contents of her squeedilyspooch starting to come up. She covered her mouth and began limping out of the room, leaving the boys bewildered.
"Oh god," Zim said.
"What? What happened," Dib asked.
Tak rushed into the hallway but couldn't make it very far. She fell onto the floor and threw up all over it. Irkens didn't throw up often, but when they did, it was just as excruciating as childbirth.
"Oh good lord," she said in agony.
Vomiting, however, made her feel a bit better and she was able to stand up. "Computer," she commanded, "Clean up this mess while I change my uniform." Tak slowly made her way down the hall to her living quarters.
"Damn it," she growled in frustration. Her enemies had seen her in a moment of weakness and that enraged her. Most of this anger was an intense side effect of her pregnancy, one she almost had no control over.
Gritting her teeth, she lashed out at whatever she could get her hands on as she walked, knocking over machines and decorative monkeys. The sound of shattering materials fueled her sadistic state of rage. If she was going to suffer, than anything in her path would, too.
She finally made it into her living quarters. She yanked her Invader shirt over her head and threw it on the floor, still in a fit of blind fury.
"Damn Zim and damn the filthy human," she growled, searching through her shirts.
"Spy bug detected," said the computer mechanically.
"What!?! Bring it here," Tak screamed.
A robotic arm extended down from the ceiling, holding a little blue-eyed S.I.R unit in its claw-like hand. The blissful robot just looked at Tak happily, his little metal tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Hi," he said, waving like an idiot.
Tak's right eye twitched as she lost all control of herself. She grabbed hold on the S.I.R unit and yanked it out of the grasp of the robotic arm. With every bit of strength she had, she threw the robot against the wall. Gir landed with a loud smash, his head spinning.
Tak ran up to him and held him against the wall.
"Who sent you!?"
"My master wanted me to watch you," Gir said cheerfully once his head had stopped spinning.
Tak gritted her teeth when she heard his answer. "Zim," she said irately, "That does it!"
She picked Gir up by his scrawny little neck. "Computer! Quarantine this little virus!" With that, she threw him to the robot arm. "I'll let Mimi have you later!"
Once the computer had taken Gir away, Tak grabbed a clean uniform and a spare gun. "Somebody's head's gonna roll for this…"
Sorry for the long wait... been really busy. I mean, REALLY busy.