Chapter Six- A Guilty Conscience

Dib's body lay limp on the operating table.

Tak breathed in and out a couple of times, reveling in the feeling of human seed inside her. She had her hands placed on either side of Dib's head, holding her tired body up as sweat ran down her face.

The room had gone silent for a moment, but the sounds of Dib's and Zim's screams lingered in the air. What a grand climax it was.

Zim looked upon the scene in a state of daze. He wasn't sure what exactly just happened, as if he were in a hazy nightmare. He let his knees go lifeless for a moment and just dangled by his wrists.

Tak finally sat upright, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She looked over to Zim and saw he was nearly dead from the drama. She didn't smile. She just gazed at him with a tired, but stern stare.

Zim stared down at the floor, completely drained. His own sweat mixed with the tears on his face and dripped onto the floor. He breathed deeply and his eyes grew heavy. Suddenly, something slid across the floor and stopped about two feet in front of him. He looked at it wearily and realized it was the gun.

"It was never fully charged," Tak said coldly, as she climbed off of Dib. "He passed out."

Zim looked up and saw Dib's chest moving up and down. An overwhelming sense of relief came over him and he nearly felt like fainting right at that moment. He blinked slowly a couple times and let his head drop down to his chest.

Tak gathered up her clothes and rolled it all into one messy lump of laundry, putting it under her arm. She stood there, looking from Dib to Zim jadedly. Her raging anger had subsided with her climax and she finally began to realize what she had done. She gazed upon the scene with a furrowed brow, thinking to herself. She walked over to Zim and stood there in front of him.

Zim closed his eyes and moved his head away from her. "You bitch," he said with bated breath.

The insult didn't faze Tak much, but she knew she deserved the title. She put a hand underneath Zim's chin to tilt his head up, but he jerked it away rebelliously. Tak squinted her eyes in response.

"You know, it's not a terrible thing to admit your fondness for the Dib-human," she said, still standing there, unclothed yet unafraid.

"You know nothing of us," he retorted, still looking towards the ground.

Tak huffed lightly. "Always the rebel. Huh, Zim?"

He just continued glaring down at the floor.

"You might want to get over that, before you 'rebel' your way past something good," she said, turning to leave.

She was almost to the door.

"It was the Tallest, wasn't it," Zim asked.

Tak stopped at the doorway and looked over her shoulder. "What?"

"The father of your smeets… one of the Tallest, right?"

Tak narrowed her eyes at him. "None of your business."

And with that, she turned and left, leaving Zim and Dib alone.

She traveled down the hallway at a slower pace than usual. She watched her feet as she walked, carrying the bundle of clothes in front of her. Her thoughts were mixed and bemusing. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel bad for what she did or not. There were so many excuses she could tell herself either way. Her squeedilyspooch turned a bit.

She finally made it into her sleeping quarters and she threw her clothes on the floor lazily. It was very late. She had been up for almost two days straight now. The nice soft bed looked very comforting, as if telling her what she did was justified.

After all, how dare he send a bug to spy on her! Her mission was for the good of the Irken race. And if he was against her, than he was a traitor. And the human! He was also the enemy! His race was the one she was trying to bring to its knees. So what if she roughed him up a little? He would soon be working for the Irken race anyways, maybe even as her slave.

But what if she had greatly overreacted? What if what she did was morally uncalled for and just cruel and wrong? She lost her composure and poise, making herself into more of a mindless animal than an Irken. And what about Purple?

"Oh… Purple," she said out loud. She dropped her head in shame, kicking herself even more for letting herself be blinded by rage.

Dragging her feet, she made her way to the bed, a hand resting on her throbbing head. She crawled across the sheets and collapsed onto the pillow, sluggishly maneuvering the blankets over her body. Irken beds were specially made to fit the comfort of the user and therefore formed to cradle her pregnant belly. She lay down on her stomach, wrapped her arms around her pillow, and shut her eyes wearily.

"Ma'am," asked a familiar voice.

Tak opened her eyes reluctantly and saw her loyal robot, Mimi, standing next to the bed.

"Yes Mimi," Tak groaned sleepily.

"Sorry to disturb you, mistress. But I have returned from my information gathering mission. Do you wish to proceed with the next step?"

Tak just breathed out slowly. "No… power down for tonight, Mimi. Recharge yourself. We will begin in the morning."

"Yes ma'am," Mimi stated, saluting her mistress loyally. She turned and began marching to her corner of the room.

Tak thought for a moment and then remembered something. "Mimi…"

The robot turned to face her mistress. "Yes, ma'am?"

"I caught a S.I.R unit today that was sent to spy on me," she began.

"Would you like me to destroy it," Mimi asked.

"No… no. Just… watch him," she said with one eye open.

"Yes, mistress," Mimi replied, saluting Tak once again.

Tak's lips turned up into a small smile and she turned back to her comfy pillow, letting her eyes flutter shut. Maybe all she needed was a good night sleep to help her feel better. But only the morning would know.

I particularly like this chapter. I was able to write it in roughly one hour and everything just seemed to flow. I don't know why I like torturing Dib, because I get so upset when I read about Dib abuse in other fics. Tis a weird happening of sorts.