A/N: Welcome to another installment of the series, before reading I need to warm "THAT THERES GONNA BE TORTURE, EXTREME AND EXPLICIT VIOLENCE, and BLOOD". Yes that's right there are some scenes of bloody torture. The rating it's going to change to M right away. Mind you that more explicit bloody violence, fool language, adult situations, scenes of explicit sex and dark themes will presenting itself in the future. The fic it's going to be darker for these parts, maybe not terror. You'll see…..
Well on the show.
-Disclaimer: Invader Zim and their characters belong to Nickelodeon and Jhonen Vasquez, and I gain non profit out of writing this story.
"A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right," --Thomas Paine
Misanthrope
Chapter 3
Rude Awakening
Dib saw himself in an infinite veil of darkness….falling. Blurry objects filled his vision as he fell, just empty shells of what there used to be. Dib didn't know what was happening…..but it felt familiar with this place; just empty objects falling with him. Toys, little white pillows, sand and small pieces of a brown crib. They were all broken, dirty…..broken beyond possible recognition. Falling and falling through the darkness. A small pebble of light began to draw itself in the black gloom; he continued falling more toward the light which continued to grow. Finally the light was so near, it looked reflecting something shiny…..the floor. Panic overwhelmed his senses, he was going to hit the bottom ground, it looked so near he could almost touch it. He screamed as he began to plunge to the white glow faster, his screams resounding through the darkness surrounding him. He blocked his sight with his hands to not glimpse his final peril moments.
In a moment he stopped falling and looked he was over something. He proved with his hands something hard and rotting beneath him. It was just the old mattress of the old crib, yellowish in color instead of the fluorescent white. He stands of the baby cradle looking around. Apart from the sea of black, the crib was surrounded by those objects that had fallen with him, all broken and laying there.
Toys without playing hands, pillows without heads laying in them, sheaths without the fine caress of a warm body between them. Objects that humanity didn't have use anymore. The pitter-patter of feet interrupted his thoughts. Noise was getting nearer and louder with each step around him.
"Who's there?" He cried out, but answer didn't greet back, more loud steps, more noise. The patter of feet on cold ground anxiously began to go quicker and quicker, the noise leaving empty echoes through Dib mind. "Please answer, what's this place?" His voice sounded more agitated.
The sound stopped, he looked around nervously, nothing, no noise, nothing. His breathing caught in his throat, someone was panting a sordid scent of blood behind him; he could feel the air exhaling into his ears.
"They see what they want to see, and they hear what they want to hear". Cracking voices resounded shouting "MURDERED, SLAUGHTERER, MY BABY, GOD NO!, HOW COULD YOU PERMIT THIS TO HAPPEN!, PLEASE GOD NO!". Dib jerked his head behind him, nothing was there. Nervously he began to glance his surroundings. The objects had disappeared, just the white light was there with him and everything else was darkness.
"Vengeance is just an emotional response, it will come end to this Dib?" The voice resonates again into his cranium. He turned around sharply but nothing was there. There was a strange black glint forming into the white light. It began to get brighter shed of black. It shaped like the silhouette of a person. Limps began to form, the darkened figure began twitching on the air, fingers were formed who followed to close the hands into fist, the apparently black leather crunched together with resounded sound in the darkness. The head began to toke form, blackness tore it apart.
The stranger head began to take shape. An oval lined mask replaced surrounding darkness, metal shining across in the gloomed black. The darkened limps toke shape of blackened clothes with patters and spots to Dib seemed unrecognizable. The mask changed again, this time some of the white surrounding him began to drawn itself into the mask, darkness give away some space for the lines. They began to twist and moved from one part to another.
It toke form of a deformed skull drawn into the oval mask, the jaws missing, and sharpened and enlarged canines took their place. From the blackened eye holes slits began to appear until they opened apart to form holes in which bone began to appear inside the opened pools. Flesh carved their way into the holes, forming, moving, pulsing. Then skin toke form over the reddened flesh, little by little the skin moved away and formed eyebrows, tabs that resemble closed eyes into the holes. The left eye opened with such force that moved out of the socket and then putted in place once more. The whiteness of the eye began changing; little by little grayish pupils appeared. The colorless circle began to take shape and separate into two more circles inside them. The grayish color took a more brilliant look, it began brightening more and more, now an amber eye formed.
The right eye opened then calmer than the other, but nothing was there, an empty socket. The hole began pulsing and little by little it was filled by the entire darkness surrounding the space until nothing was left but grayish and distant walls. The now black eye pulsated once more and a glowing golden orb floated itself to the center of eye. Some of the blackness of the eye moved out to the golden orb and formed a little black pool in the center. The figure groaned and looked at Dib who was paralyzed in fear.
"Hello Dib" The masked figure spoke, his voice calming and souring, but with a hidden coldness and wicked tone that made Dib relaxing and trepidation at the same time. The individual was looking at him with a piercing glance almost calculating one; the left eye looked peaceful while the black one inspired terror and obedience.
"Who are you, where am I?" The masked man just shrugged Dib questions.
"That's the question isn't it?" The man walked near Dib. "That question, who we are is rather rhetorical, there is no us here…there's just you. As for me, well…..only time will tell, just call me Toten or Tot for now".
Dib blinked quite unsure of what to say. The man took seat in something across the light but didn't see nothing until a chair appeared of thin air.
"Have a seat Dib" The man signaled with his hand, he was about to ask where when again appeared of thin air behind Dib. He looked strangely at the chair, feeling that there was truly no other way to steer from this he seated in the black metal chair. The man tilted his head to the site as is in a mock smirk.
"So…what's this place?" Dib asked again. The man tilted his head to the side before answering.
"This place is what separates us from everyone else, the place where we are formed…this is the place that made us who we are, the place where all of us born and die". The man glanced sharply at Dib.
"I had been observing you for a long time Dib Membrane; I see what you see and feel what you feel. The hate you feel for this world it's surprisingly good, you hatred for them it is quite exquisite. You always block the doors to your mind Dib, always escaping reality that surrounds you". The man recoiled in his seat.
Dib looked sharply at the man. "Observing what?. How do you know my name?. You haven't told me where we are".
"You are different, fake is a word of what they represent, always unaffected by the others until now…..they got you now cheering your death, eating your pain, devouring your emotions until there's nothing except the basics elements of life". He stood then walking to Dib.
"I didn't know they hate me so much to try to kill me…Damn…WHAT I AM FOR THEM?!" Dib screamed.
"How easy is to deny the pain of someone else's suffering? Always displayed as a nightmare. Always criticized through words and eyes. To the normal you are grotesque but what do you represent then?. A condemning fear strikes them down, things they cannot understand, the sane it's just a lie for covering the weakness that lies within them. A reflection of their mistake which to the end they will deny…Lies…pure lies. For the public eye you are nothing just for the inside of the mask they wear everyday…you are the secret face laying inside the mask". The man removed his face plate and throwed away in the infinite grayish room.
"WHAT I AM THEN!!. Dib jumped out of his seat.
"You are the Misanthropy of the people". The man answered
His faceless head took form
Dib gasped recognition in his eyes. "N-No, what's going on here?...What the fuck is happening?...No this is not true…. This can't be happening". Dib fearfully glanced at the man who was advancing towards him. "This not supposed to happen, wha—why I don't understand".
The man tilted his head to the side and grinned sadistically. His eyes shining more than the other, like another personality. His white pale skin, a vertical scar in the blackened eye following from his forehead to his right cheek. Another thin scar following his jaw-line to his left ear. His lips smirking, teeth shining, spiky black hair….a long beard redder than Dib one under his chin.
"But Dib…I am you" The doppelganger snicker. His laugher echoing through the endless room as Dib screamed in horror.
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The walk was a quiet one. When she had run frantically to the hospital learning Dib almost mortal encounter with Death. She even had left the door opened that apparently no one had gotten to rob the house. With a thankful sigh Gaz entered the house and closed the door behind her. Inside was all alone, too soundless for her tastes. Gaz got the suddenly need to play once more, but the device was gone……for good she hoped. She had business to discuss with the kind persons who had put Dib in his actual condition. She clenched her hands into fist.
They were going to pay with their blood…if possibly or perhaps not something so doomed but vengeance at least. She went to the basement first.
Her father had left countless tools….between them very sharps scalpels and other sharp surgical instruments. She grabbed at least ten and stuffed in a leather wrapper. Gaz went calmly upstairs to Dib room and grabbed his metal bat. Tiny pieces of hard-drive were still attached to it. The next was a quite security matter, a silenced Walther PPK gun that was safely hidden in a secret compartment into her closed constructed a few years ago by her. She had gotten the pistol via her friend Blackmail; some stupid teens that had gotten some balls to defy her on videogames and she had won the bet easily gaining as price the pistol, two extra clips plus two boxes of 380 ACP ammo. Quite easily to manage, well games aren't the reality but they were near it. In her games there was realistically representation of weapons, she had got secretly gone to a forsaken terrain near their house to practice some shooting without the silencer. Her experience wasn't that good but she could manage she guessed.
Putting the pistol in a little leather holster into her lower back and the silencer in one of the pockets, she decided to change a little her appearance. Gaz grabbed some military boots, tight leather pants under her skirt dress, black leather gloves and finally a big hooded black parka that reached to her knees. Inside her drawer was an object that she usually scared Dib off with it and filled her heart with shame but she picked anyway…it was an electrical taser. She stuffed the bat and the wrapper into the parka and with her disguise complete she went downstairs and left the house.
She was going to avenge what had happened to her brother, she would be making sure of that.
The first visit was going to be Chunk.
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Lissa had been sleeping for nearly three or four hours besides Dib bed. He had been moving slightly and then trashing madly in the bed. His movements awakened Lissa. Out of concern she extended her hands to squeeze his hand and try to calm him.
"AHHHHHHHH!!" Dib screamed as his eyes shot open. She backed in surprise; the professor jumping in bombshell from his seat. Dib was screaming louder and louder.
"ITS NOT ME!!. YOU ARE NOT ME!!. NOOOOO!. NOT ME!!. NOT ME!! Dib screamed in shocking horror. Some nurses and orderlies rushed to the room and snatched Dib hands and feets to the bed, he continued thrashing and screaming until Lissa saw that his movements ceased and fell limp to the bed, eyes closed. The doctors had injected some sedatives into him. She glanced to her side to find Membrane clutching his hand on his chest obviously frightened. Dib breathing returned to normal.
One nurse seemed to know Lissa concern and wiped the cold sweat on Dib forehead. She gave her a resourced smile and left the room with the group of doctors, except one who stayed to check for his pulse.
"What happened?" The doctor asked Professor Membrane. Membrane lingered in his thoughts a while before answering.
"I really don't know, my son just started screaming incoherent phrases and trouncing in his bed….perhaps could be post-traumatic stress?" The professor inquired.
The doctor looked thoughtful before replying. "Perhaps we certainly don't know for sure. If this behavior repeats give me a call I'll be waiting" Giving Dib a last look he went out the room.
"Is Dib gonna be alright?" Lissa asked, hoping that her soul mate would be alright. Dib please be okay. Don't die on me. She hugged her knees and left some tears fall.
"I hope so. Even my high knowledge of science can't do anything now. We must do what humans do in this moment" Finishing his reply like speech dramatically with a finger pointing to the ceiling and a heroic pose.
Old habits die hard I guess. She thought.
Wiping her discomfited look Lissa glanced at the Professor. "What?" She quoted.
"We must wait". Was the retort
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After some time hacking into the High Skool archives she founded the address of Chunk Mitchell. It was more or less 8 pm, the night was cold but Gaz was glad she had her trusty parka. She entered the neighborhood. It was like some sort of suburban place where all the houses were the same thing and in the alike dull white color. There no even a soul in the streets, not even a child laugh. Just the mocking silence of the wind. Let's see…number 34, 41, 52…. Ah here it is…number 61. The house itself was the identical to the other except for a brown a big sign saying "Wehlc0M3" in the most horrorific letters and infallible wood ever seen on her life. The once white wood was of a dirty vanilla shade, even the corners of the door were rusted and almost falling apart if it wasn't for the corroded clays. The garage was empty apart from an enormous blackish and sickish blotch on the floor.
Gaz passing the deceased garden she went to the back door. Tools on hands she picked the lock and entered easily. Unsurprisingly the inside was grimy as outside. The kitchen itself was almost inhuman like and the roaches were feasting rotten leftovers in the table, slimy walls and an odor Gaz couldn't guess but after all smelled horrible. The sight almost made her throw up, so as stealthy as she could went out the kitchen as fast as she could. It was like an American stereotype came true, the story of lustful for food and TV. The sofa in front of the television was in extremely bad shape starting with the dozens of empty pizza, sodas and other stuff laying there with insects picking the scraps of greasy food. With a disgusted frown Gaz made her way upstairs.
Even the stairs were sticky and her boots made tacky sounds. They were 3 rooms, which she guessed the door with large dog's posters and immature phrases stuck to the door. Besides the door she lingered for a moment and then pushed the door open slowly as she could. When you saw a dirty house in and out you expect to see everything covered with filth…but no this room was squeaky clean. A made bed, clean sheets, clean working area and a sleepy muscled teen sleeping on boxers. Gaz smirked malevolence in her eyes. She drawn her pistol and pressed forcefully against his forehead.
Chunk bolted with surprise but Gaz hold him in place. Struggling he realized that even in her small form she was unexpectedly very strong. With the safety off and cocking gun she signaled to leave the room and he complied with his hands high on air, Gaz closely pointing the gun at him.
"What da ya want scary lady, what ahr ya doin 'hre?" Chunk half muttered scared for his life, he wasn't that stupid to not recognize that he could end dead on the floor and bathing with his own blood. Gaz just grinned pleased with his fear to her. "Move chubby" Resigning to not resist Chunk obeyed her command. She moved him to the basement filled with so much junk that Gaz thought this was the city dumpster. She forcefully pressed him against the wall. Chunk jerked swift backwards throwing a powerful fist at her; she just ducked and hit him with the butt of the pistol. Blood flown into the air and his flesh was ripped off his forehead.
He screamed in pain and holds his now bleeding temple. Gaz just walked pass him and kicked with all the force she could muster him in the knee. The part made a crunchy sound and instantly he dropped to the floor holding what was left intact of the leg.
"AHHHH CREEPY LADY NO MORE, NO MORE!!" His screams of pain fall on deaf ears. She was glad he could scream for the pain she brought upon her brother.
This is just the beginning…
With a sigh Gaz drawn the Taser and hit it into the trashing body of Chunk. The device made some buzz, the body twitching uncontrolled and saliva dripped from his mouth like a raging dog. Finally unconscious but a few twitches on his limps, Gaz retired the Taser leaving a red bruise on his neck. Pleased with her efforts she kicked the body in anger. With another sigh she gagged his mouth shut. Gaz tied the body to a rotten chair and some chains she found into the pile of garbage. Putting her "Working" instruments into the table she prepared for the cruelest thing she had ever done into her life. One was torturing Dib with threats or hitting him from time to time…but nothing serious or even broken bones. Now she was going to make suffer another human being for real.
"Fuck it" She said. She leaved the basement to fill a bucked with cold water. With a wave of her hand she hurled the entire load on Chunk body. He scram on his chair and tried to free himself to not veil. Looking at his wrist he gasped surprised at the sight of chains holding him in place, trying to struggle once more he flinched when the chains started to dug into his skin. The scary lady was looking at him inside the darkness of the hood. Gaz lowered the hood and faced the frightened teen of which he gasped recognizing her instantly.
Who couldn't known or even heard of Gaz Membrane, the most cold and scary person into the school. She had not been coming lately but her reputation followed her anywhere. Cold brown-amber eyes glared a hole through his head he could felt several chills running down his spine.
He tried to plead but his duct tape told him otherwise. He was crying and whimpering through his muffled mouth. His worse fears were confirmed when she stepped aside and took a glance of some sharp and shiny scalpels and other objects on the working table. Trying again to bolt from the chair, his efforts wasted as the chains hold him in place.
"Im see that you are comfortable. Now the real fun can begin, I have a special price for you if you cooperate with me". Her sentence causing him to scream through the tape, tears filled his eyes. Pleased with his reaction she grabbed a sharp but thin scalpel. Pressing lightly the surgical instrument against his neck she now could begin what she came here in the first place. He flinched instantly from the coldness of the sharp object and tried to jerk his head to the other side.
She smacked him across the cheek while he grumbled in pain. Gaz forced his head to look at her sadistic eyes which he shuddered and tried to look away but he couldn't as she seize his head with her hand. With more tears pouring down he tried to plead her again. Gaz only shook her head.
"Now, now Chunk, you did something to Dib and I really wanted to return the favor. But only and if only you answer truthfully my questions I will let you live, you understand right Chunky?" With her words Chunk nodded madly.
"Good boy" She uttered, patting his head like a dog. With the now frosty neck he didn't flinch to the coldness but afraid noneless of the sharp scalpel. "Now Chunk I will asking you know. Everytime you don't answer my questions I will cutting one of these or close enough to that". She said pointing to his taped fingers on the chair arms. He pleaded again.
"Im going to remove the tape…and if you scream I will plunge a bullet to your brain, understood?". He nodded madly again.
"Good". Saying this Gaz pulled the duct tape with a powerful pull that almost tear up Chunk cheek, splitting his lips in the process. He grunted in pain with retrain himself to scream as the blood dripped to his bare torso.
"Now, you understand what I told you right?" She quarried.
He nodded again; even that his mouth was free he could not bring himself to talk.
"I want to know why you did it and what Torque and you talked about. I know because the rumor spread quickly enough to gather an audience. Now Chunk what it's gonna be eh?" Smiling to herself she reflected her smile on the scalpel. She already knew the answer but she wanted Chunk to make a mistake which of course will lead to use the tools at her disposal.
With trembling lips he finally started talking. "Torqu—e said that we nee…ded t-o brea…k Membrane".
"Go on" She pressed.
"No please, don't hur' meh scary lady" Pleading again he receive a cold glance.
"You didn't answer fully my question. That means I had to apply half of punishment to your finger". Before Chunk could react Gaz tapped him again and lowered the scalpel to his pinky. Trying to pull his hands to not veil Gaz made a cut in his fingertip and then tugged sharply the tip into the nail. With a sharp pull the nail went flying attached with pieces of meat and blood into the floor, the water made his flesh crinkly that easily was ripped of his finger. Screaming loudly even gagged and thrashing in pain Gaz could only smile in satisfaction. She pulled again the tape out of his mouth.
He was crying and sobbing loudly. "Now Chunk the other punishable part is cutting off your finger if you don't answer my question. Now there's been another involved?" She asked again. Chunk just continued whimpering and sobbing, ducting his mouth again she smiled and pressed the scalpel to his finger that with a single cut it was ripped in half into the floor. Thrashing and screaming in the chair Gaz just saw the ripped finger that was bleeding continuously, even the bone and some nerves could be seen. A small pool of blood dripped to the floor and into the chair. Chunk was crying more and more.
She decided to remove fully the tape out of his mouth. "Now Chunk, you will tell if there's been another involved beside you and Torque?" No answer came again. With another precise cut she removed the next finger, blood and pieces of bone flied to her parka staining it in a dark red. Chunk just continued to cry and cry.
"Chunk if you answer I will let you go" She was getting annoyed now. The idiot was just whiny girl. He nodded furiously again; the blood was pouring slowly out of his cut fingers. "Answer now" She sent the coldest look she could muster.
"IT WAS BERRY LADY, BERRY LADY, PRETTY, PRETTY LADY!!" He screamed loudly in pain.
"Who's Berry Lady Chunk?" She pressed the edge against an intact finger. He continued to sob not answering. With a sigh she cutted the next finger, more blood poured down staining her gloves and the surgical tool while Chunk screamed more and more.
"WHO'S THE FUCKING LADY CHUNK?" Pressing now the sharp edge in the next finger ready to cut again.
"ZITAAAA, PRETTY LADY ZITA, SHE PAID GOOD MONEYYY TO US!!" He painfully answered. Satisfied with the answer Gaz lay the now bloody tool on the table. Her leather gloves dripping blood into the floor and her clothes. The final and more painful souvenir was yet to come. Going again to the kitchen she grabbed a knife from the counter. She heated long enough to be in a fiery and smoking red. Now besides Chunk who was cowering and in shock when he saw the smocking knife.
"You know, Im enjoyed my time with you. But this is the best thing I could prepared" Saying that she pressed forcefully the heated part on his bloodied and hacked finger all the while he batter in his chair, screaming, sobbing and blubbering. The sick smell of burning fleshy tissue hit her nostrils. The next one sounded like fried bacon cooked, he was struggling more against the greater pain. He tried to depart his fingers in vain. The final one Gaz made sure it hurt like hell pressing for longer time the knife into his engraved finger. Finishing her work, she gazed at the flesh that was crisped with a blackened bloodied meat. With a final tearing scream he passed out from shock and blood loss. Before she left, she grabbed a good memento, his pinky and tugged in her coat.
"Good bye Chunky" With that she holstered her tools and left the house calmly highly pleased with the results so far.
Two to go.
Gaz walked away. Her blackened frame fading away in the darkness of the night.
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Dib awakened bolting his head almost out of the bed, grabbing the metallic edges to keep him from falling off. Everything was a blur. His muscles ached and burned in pain. He groaned and lay down in the bed exhausted. What the hell happen?. He just remembered the sharp pain into his stomach, Lissa crying and then nothing….
Looking at his side he smiled when he saw his Lissa sleeping into the chair. She looked so pretty, she had some dark circles under her eyes which make him worried a little. Gazing to the other strange guest he gasped recognizing the black scythe like hair and the long scientific coat of Professor Membrane…his father. His collar was down and his glasses putted in the table. He was sleeping besides Lissa with his head lying in the wall. He was really surprised that apparently his father was here. Even when he fractured his arm while he chassed Tak weird behavior ship, he wasn't there. Gaz just shrugged and stayed playing and his father said good job son keep working up to science with a dramatic tone and hung out the phone before Dib could tell his accident. Now he thought about it, it angered Dib that his father was so workaholic. No more time for us….
They see what they want to see, and they hear what they want to hear. Tot words resounded into his mind. Now he knew the meaning of phrase. His father had always wanted Dib to follow his footsteps into real science. He always wanted that….
My poor insane son, MY POOR INSANE SON, CRAZY, NUTJOB, DIB'S CRAZY, CRAZ, CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY!!
Their hurtful words spread toward his brain like a poison. He clenched his hands, the bones hurt but it did not matter to him. He was too damn angry, he was just a coward. Lissa was right Im a coward. I had never been able to defend on my on, why?...
COWARD…WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER SAID?...YOUR FATHER HATES YOU, HATE ,HATE, PAIN!!
Dib clenched his head into his trembling hands in an effort to make the words go away. Vengeance is just an emotional response, it will come end to this Dib?. Tot words sounded again. He squeezed more his head.
MURDERED….MURDER… ASSASSIN….COLD BLOOD, KILLER-KILL-KILL-KILL….BLOOD………Misanthropy Dib, that's what you are HAHAHAHAHA!!
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Dib screamed in horror. Lissa screamed while Membrane kicked the ground and tumble to the side into the floor. She bolted to the bed and hugged Dib; he calmed down enough to stop screaming and sobbed on her shoulder hugging her back. The medical staff dashed to the door. Membrane just stop them with his hand, they looked at Dib form shaking into the arms of Lissa. They shrugged and left the room except for the same nurse and doctor who had stayed before.
Both were spellbound to the room. Dib calmed down and eventually dug sleep into her should, she just smiled and tugged him into the bed slowly with a grin spread into her face. Lissa sighed she was getting too damn worried about him. He was stable but she was more anxious knowing what was happening into his mind.
The doctor cleared his throat. "Perhaps it's the stress. Rinnah dear can you find the Novocain(A/N:Sedative) and Paraxetin(A/N: ANTI-DEPRESSANT), we need to inject this now. She nodded and smiled at Lissa before exiting the room. The doctor went to Dib's bed. In a metal tag it readied Dr. Messer. He grabbed Dib arm and hit it a few time with his fingers into the vein. Grabbing from the medical table a few medical items, Messer grabbed an empty needle and connected to Dib IV into the connectors. Rinnah entered the room with a few transparent liquids. Injecting some of the liquids into Dib veins vessels, Dib frowned a little before staying still, his chest rising and falling calmly.
"When he awaken next time give those pills to him. Just one" Indicating to the red box reading Paraxetin. They nodded and the doctor left the room. The nurse stayed thought. "Don't worry he'll be okay, his in good hands. Dr. Messer and I will take care of him". Rinnah said. Lissa smiled in silent thanks. In fact now that she a clear view of the nurse, she could now notice how much younger she was than her and how her beautiful platinum-blonde hair shined into the room, her bluish eyes lighting across the room. She was tall, thin but most of all she had a calming smile and innocence that immediately calmed Lissa. Rinnah smiled again and left the room.
"That was most unexpected friend of my son. Perhaps you can tell me your methods for reassuring my son in the future think of the possibilities". Membrane exclaimed with an heroic pose. Lissa just sighed and shook her head. "There are no methods, I just love him. I….guess it's the natural think to do". Giving another squeeze to Dib should she fall sleep into his bed. Membrane just watched with intrigued interest…it remind him when he stayed into the hospital room with his wife sixteen years ago when Dib was born. The professor sighed and buried his hand to his face. What had he done all this years?. This was not what he wanted. He just wanted a happy family…but it was his fault…all his fault. All this years and supporting the burden of the death of his wife.
After all I kill her.
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The next house or rather apartment building was Torque Geruch; he lived just with her mother making her job easier. The structure itself was made into orange bricks, which made a nice presentation. Various cars passed and they were some people in the streets, but none of them paid any attention to her. Gaz crossed the street; she waited until a driver left the building and entered the parking lot. Making sure nobody was there and avoiding the security cameras, she went to the elevators. Entering the metal and solid cage, she pressed the 9th floor. Annoying that some assholes decided to enter with her a pair of married couple chatting all the way in; she tapped her food insanely. The couple ignored her concerting in their annoying rattle. Finally the door opened but before she exited Gaz gave them the middle finger, enjoying their reaction she smiled and left.
The halls were spotless. She continued walking and passing every apartment until she find the Number 47. The door was more difficult to picklock, but eventually the lock opened. Now inside, she peeked her head around the entry corner. The space wasn't that bad. The furniture was black, the walls in a soft blue color with some family photos and a nice marble kitchen with soft sandy wood into the cabinets. It started to rain, the water pelleting into the windows. The noise of footsteps made Gaz hide into the corner again; with the shadow in the opposite wall she followed the shade to the kitchen. Again the outline leaved the kitchen to a nice curved sofa in front of a Plasma TV, with arms posed opposite of the other lay Torque watching some TV and drinking bear. Gaz tip-toed into the kitchen and sneak a quick look from the kitchen counter.
He was just laughing watching some tv show. As long torture will be nice enough to make him pay, she really didn't have the time; it was past 11 pm. So a painless death?, Did he really deserve it?. After all it was him who tried to kill Dib while Chunk held him. With a sight she drawn her PPK and as quiet as she could and attached the silencer to the exposed barrel of the pistol that with a dry click was in place. Gaz went out of her hiding place walking casually to the couch, planning to shot him in the back of his head. Raising the gun and finger on the trigger, Gaz was about to fire when big lightning illuminated the entire room; Torque saw her reflection into the glass window.
He duck just in time to dodge the bullet who struck itself into the TV. Hissing with annoyance Gaz jumped between the couch and the TV to shoot again. Torque kicked her in the stomach launched her into the opposite glass and run as fast as his legs could carrying him to another room locking the door shot.
"Shit" Gaz groaned holding her sore stomach. Walking to the door she get ready to kick it open when the sound of a pump stopped herself in mid air and jumped aside. With a bang the door exploded in pieces and splinters. Pumping again Torque exited the room shotgun in hand shooting again at Gaz who stepped sideways barely avoiding the buckshot that left a big hole into the wall.
"I don't who the fuck are you asshole. But you enter the wrong house" With another pull he left another hole next to Gaz head, pieces of debris falling into her clothes. She took cover into the sofa while Torque appeared firing another round to the furniture making pieces of coil and cotton in the air. Firing again the TV was broken into pieces. She covered her face as flying glasses exploded from one more gust. Jumping over the counter she took swathe again. Torque send another shell making pieces cooking pots and cabinets flying thrown the air. Firing again part of the counter exploded in more splinters, some hitting Gaz heavy parka. With a click the shotgun was empty again.
"Fuck" Torque plaster against the wall to reload. Gaz was breathing heavily. It was not supposed to be like this goddamn it. Firing blindly her gun, the bullets leaving little holes beside him. Torque reloaded more anxiously and pumped the shotgun. Now ready to fire he took aim, but Gaz was quicker than him and with a single and precise shot waft Torque trigger finger. He screamed in pain but didn't let go of the weapon. Instead he passes Gaz as she took cover again and left the apartment in a hurry leaving blood trails. "DAMN!" Gaz screamed and followed after him.
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"Is this really police job?" A young police girl asked her superior. "Of course it is rookie Richards" He reply chewing on a donut. "It…is…ve…ry…import…tant" He retort again between chews and spitting pieces into the wheel of the police car, drinking coffee to pass the pieces down his throat. The girl glanced disgusted at the proud of the force chewing the last piece of the fried goody and licking his fingers after. She sighed; when she entered the San Jose police force she expected more action than chewing some donuts and drank coffee. Some sort of robbery or people to help…but this was too much. Hell, all this training, tactics, exams, memorizing every code, line and direction of the city for nothing. The static of the radio interrupted her internal reverie.
"Unit 13. There's a 10-71(A/N: Shoot-out) in progress on your sector. Shoots fired at Rosebud building. Proceed with caution". The female operator talked through the scanner line. "Roger, Unit 13 out". The officer answered back.
"This is Unit 13. We need some backup at Parker Street. Shots fired, repeat shots fired. Officer needs assistance". The old officer turned to Anne Richards who was almost jumping with exciment in her seat. "I told ya we could get something important kiddo. Now put your seatbelt where coming there fast" Anne did as told and brace herself with joy as the officer turn on the siren and gather speed toward the shooting.
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Torque kept running through the stairs, his finger hurt like hell but the adrenaline surging through his body take away the mainstream of agony. The soreness on his feet increase with each step as he kept running and running. Gaz peeked through down stairs seeing Torque downward scampering away. She took chase after him. Hearing the clacking of boots Torque saw Gaz running towards him. Cursing under his breath and middle finger on the trigger, he fired two rounds at her. Gaz stepped aside of the rail as the buckshot impacted into the wood sending more fragments through the air. They kept sprinting down the stairs panting all the way down.
Torque dashed to the exit of the building leaving behind some shells on his way, too fretful of his fate he kept running. Gaz now panting saw the exit door almost closing and kicked her way in. He was wheezing now but he kept running. Tearing his way forward he kept his passé without looking for cars and crossed the street in a hurry; Gaz did the same thing, almost getting herself killed. There were some concrete stairs leading to a park; he jumped the 10 flight of the steps and impacted with a thump on the ground, leaving three more shells fallen out of his pockets. Gaz dashed through the stairs after him in the same way; with a single jump her form jumping and dropping to the ground flawlessly and kept running. The mash of vegetation gave problems Torque as they cut his skin running through them but he couldn't stop.
A fountain was across them, Torque as the runner he was, dashed all the way in, Gaz close his heels. He took cover behind one of the public restrooms to catch his breath, hissing with pain when he saw his missing finger. Looking into his pockets to his horror he discovered that just two shells was left into his pockets. Sighing bitterly he reloaded the final cartridge into the shotgun and pumped. Looking around nervously he saw a shadow ahead of him and fired a round hitting a lamp sending sparks flying, pumping again and with another noise he blasted another pellets through a water filter blowing in pieces from the impact. His breathing caught in his throat when he felt a cold, circular and hard object in his scalp.
"Hello Torque" A cold voice send shivers down his spine. The figure took the shotgun out of his trembling hands and pumped the empty shell, the spent round fell to the floor with a noticeable plastic clunk. Gaz holstered her gun and pointed the sawed off Ithaca M37 to his head. Torque ragged breath leaving cold poufs through the cold air. Without tearing her eyes of him, Gaz pushed him forward to the fountain.
"Turn around" The figure spoke again, he was about to die he could feel it. He turned around slowly to face a person with a black parka, black leather pants, military boots and a hood hiding the face. Even in his hided face he could felt a smirk drawing in the faceless figure. Putting the sling across her body, Gaz lowered the hood. She got the same reaction. Torque gasped and took a step backward in raw fear. Gaz smiled sadistically at him. Suddenly a spasm of pain shot through him and he coughed violently. Gaz hit Torque again in the stomach and watch silently as he fell into the fountain. He felt the numbness into his body as he fell into the cold water, Torque jeer through the water. Gaz calmly grabbed his head and submerge it into the calm stream, trashing madly and waving his hand into the air for air. When Gaz feel that he had enough she raised him again.
He coughed water out of his lungs and choked in air, gasping for it. Gaz just smiled again. When he tried to stand, he looked into Gaz eyes; now hold in place by fright, he couldn't bring himself to move a muscle. With an expression of mock innocence she closed the distance between, tugging the shotgun barrel into his chin and putting the hood back in place.
"Ah, did you wet yourself Torky?" She mocked. With his head now pressing against the rock fountain he strives to find his lost voice. "Are…you..goi—ng to ki..l..l me?" He muttered between words. Gaz just smirked again and shrugged her shoulders. "Now, I want answers Torque. If you answer all my questions I will let you live, do you understand" Gaz asked, Torque nodded slowly. "Good" She said, sitting the rocky edge without tearing her gaze out of him.
"I already have a good conversation with your good friend Chunk; I got what I wanted from him. Lets see if you do answer nicely as him". Gaz smiled pleased with his shocked reaction. "You are lying" Muttered Torque. "Am I?" Grinning again, she drew her human souvenir. "YOU SICK FUCK, WHAT DO YOU TO HIM?!" Cry Torque seeing the pinky finger of Chunk. "I just make him talk, Torque….And if you want to live like Chunk then I suggest you respond all questions". Gaz replied with an emotionless tone.
"Fine" Torque defeated said, "What do you want to know?"
"Chunk was kind enough to say that Zita paid both of you good money for almost killing my brother. How much?" Gaz asked
Torque looked thoughtful before replying. "1500 " He answered.
"Good boy. Now, next question. Did Zita tell you to do something else?" Gaz asked again.
"No, she just said rough him up, but don't kill him. I couldn't contain myself I just hate that little bastard" Said Torque with a smug smile. His smile faded when Gaz snarled angrily. Gaz putted the shotgun cannon into his hand and fired. "AHHHHHHHH!" Torque screamed, raw pain surging through his entire body and clutching what was left of his hand. Pumping the smocking shotgun she watched with satisfaction his pain. Blood was mixing with the water of the fountain, the crimson liquid was pouring into the stone along with pieces of bone and meat struck to the wall. He didn't have a hand anymore, just half of his forearm.
"HAHAHAHA!" Gaz laughed in fulfillment joy. With another powerful pull to his thrashing leg, it was blown into pieces. Pieces of raw meat and blood staining her parka and face but she didn't care; the warm substance sliding towards the ground. What was left of the leg was just a bleeding piece of meat. The hacked feet lay into the ground forming a puddle of blood. Torque kept screaming with pain, the blood flood like a river into the water.
Pumping again she aimed to his head. Torque was trying to cover his face with his remaining hand, screaming for his life. Gaz smirked and fired again. The round struck through both arm and head torn it them apart. The potent pellets send his brains exploding through the back of his skull along with chunks of meat and gray matter. When the body thrashed it send a rain of blood through the air and into her body. Gaz looked at her clothing that was starting to gush with blood. Torque laid very still, the rain washing the blood out of her parka. With another satisfacting pump the expended and smocking shell lay at her feet.
"FREEZE!" A voice broke her joyful moment. Looking to her side she saw a police man pointing her with a gun. Cursing under her breath she turned quickly and fired a shotgun round to the officer sending him flying to the floor. Gaz took run shotgun in hands through the park. Hearing wet splats behind her, she ran faster. She was about to cross an small bridge when another voice interrupted her escape.
"Drop your weapon NOW!" This time it was a female voice. Anne was pointing at a figure dressed with black and a shotgun in hand. When the figure turned jerked to fire at her, training kick in and she fired a round to the assailant. The black clad figure stumbled toward the bridge edge and fall backwards. Anne sprinted toward the bridge and looked down, but the figure wasn't there. "Damn" Anne said annoyed and holstered her Glock 17.
Running toward his supervisor that was breathing heavily clutching his ruined uniform and supporting himself in a broken lamp. "Are you ok, what happened" Concerned Anne glanced at his chest, sighing with relief when she saw the crushed pellets into the body armor.
"Im alright. The son of a bitch fired at me. Shit Im gonna be sore in the morning". The old officer muttered. Anne just giggle at helped him to his feet. "There's been a murder" Muttered Anne. "It's even younger than me Scott. Damn" Cursed Sarah. She wanted action, but nothing like this into her first day of work. "I know" Muttered Scott.
"This is Unit 13. There's a code 187(A/N: Homicide) into the San Tomas park. Call C.I.S services now". Anne informed through her shoulder radio. "Roger Unit 13. Unit 53 and 76 are coming your way. Wait for backup to secure the area". The operator replied.
"Roger. Unit 13 out"
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A/N: I really had fun writing this chapter. Apart from the explicit violence in this chapter like I told you that would happen. We saw a darker side of Gaz and a side of Dib that would make another appearance into the next installment. Don't worry will be soon. Well 'till next update then.
Oh yes before i go. I made a mistake. Zita doesn't have black hair, its Sarah. Zita had spiked and pink hair. See ya then.
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