A/N: Welcome to another update. This will not have torture or crispy fingers xD. Anyway I decided to name the chapter with this name to explain a few things. One, of course the origins and development of "Tot" and second to explain Gaz feelings towards Dib; or her general feelings about everything. Plenty of drama in this one.
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.
Misanthrope
Chapter 4
Mind in Rupture.
"Shit". Gaz cursed under her breath. The shot had passed clean through her right shoulder without breaking any bones; but it was bleeding noneless. That bitch. The shot wound was starting to hurt like hell and her legs were sore from the fall. She'd continue walking under the city streets through the sewers. The blood flown slowly, staining her parka besides the remaining bits of Torque. Gaz stopped a while to rest; she laid the shotgun on the wall and took off her parka to examine the damage. "Damn, that slut". Her black dress had a nice hole it in; the blood was almost flooding like a river. Sighing she did one of the worst things she ever had done so far, she torn off her own favorite dress to make a makeshift bandage. Tearing the upper fabric, leaving her with a white bra; carefully wrapping it with her good arm. Gaz flinched when the fabric touched the bare wound but eventually wrapped around her shoulder. The next was the most painful.
Clenching her teeth shut, she grabbed the fabric and with all her force she could muster she pulled the both extremes. Screaming in pain with clenched teeth she checked her work. The bleeding had stopped at least for a while, but she was exhausted. Gaz cleaned some spilled blood from her wound; it has spread down her stomach and her lower back was still sticky with the crimson liquid. Still….it was better than nothing. She wrapped herself with the parka, it was freezing in here and she could almost see her own breath. Back then, what happened…..going as far with cold killing not one but almost two people, and planning one more death in her account. What the hell was wrong with her?. First breaking her precious GameSlave 2, and then worrying more about Dib than in her entire life. But this…this, getting this far killing people, torturing them and blowing them to pieces. She inhaled deeply.
It still smells like blood…
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"What is going to be Dib?" Tot asked through the darkness surround him now. His voice sounded clear as the wind, but distant and near at the same time. He looked around anxiously but found none trace of him. "How easy is to deny the pain of someone else's suffering Dib". Tot snickered while Dib grew more nervous. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!". Dib screamed to the darkness. More shuffling of feet, more noise, more whimpering, sob, cries….more pain. Dib brought his hands to his head in an effort to cease the voices. The darkness surrounding the abyss of madness cease to exist, disappearing and forming Tot; yet again the transformation was more direct than the last time. What has changed now it's that Tot had his head without the mask showing his features; including his darkened eye and scars. Tot eyed him in a cold manner….almost curious one.
His mirror image signaled him to sit. Dib sighed and seated down, already knowing that there's going to be chair behind him. Already taking sit, Dib stared at his double with inquisitiveness in his eyes. Since the last shocking visit the voices came and left just like that. But still Tot had yet to tell his real identity…and what he was.
"I see that you came with more questions?" His double inquired. Dib nodded. "Yes. I want to know what you are. What are you doing in my mind? And of course can you please tell adequate answers instead of ugh….truths". Dib shifted his weight in the chair. Tot nodded.
"Like I said before Dib, there's not us, there is just you here. In fact I don't exist in any part of the world" Dib looked confused at this statement. "For now". Said Tot under his breath. There's not us, there is just you here. What the hell does that mean? Some kind of threat. Dib glanced at Tot who tilted his head to the side and gave a grin ear to ear. This guy its nuts.
"So what the hell you are again?". Dib asked. Tot chuckle and swing his leg over the other. "Are you that stupid?. Damn Gaz was right; you are really a big headed idiot". He replied. Dib face darkened and was about to shout the same reply for the insult. Tot stopped him with a mock sign of surrender. "Do I really have to spell it to ya?. You are me asshole and I am you". Tot laughed at the last statement looking at Dib shocked expression. "Wha….no-no-no-no, that completely ridiculous. It almost mean than I am-
"Crazy?. HAHAHA. Of course you aren't. You are just different than anybody else, and beside why do you care so much, it is so important to gain their approval?" Queried Tot. Dib looked away angrily. Perhaps he was right, why did he care about what other peoples think of him, why?. There was something that made him to care, but he couldn't place it. Maybe is their actions against me, their words, their hate….the pain and hurt. He clenched his hands hard enough to pierce his skin.
Tot sensed his discomfort immediately wiping his mocking face. "You know why Im here Dib?" He shock his head while Tot expression darkened. "Im here because I am what you are not. Stronger, I lack of inhibitions, without uncertainties and most important without concern for the chains of society that imprisons our good citizens in this drenchfull world if that answer your current issues" Tot sighed. "But let's not talk about me, let's talk about you Dib".
"You know that they despise what you represent for them. Like I tell you before, you're the same, but yet you are different than them. There are too little people on this world recognizing what they are. Many cover their weakness with lies, lies between lies Dib. You know it's true".
"I know" Answer Dib. There was an uncomfortable silence for a while. His words were sinking into Dib minutes per minute and second per second, Tot knew this.
"How far I had led us because of me. Had I let us down sometimes?" He rested his chin on his hands in mid air. "I had been there in our absolution moments. I was even there when we defeated Zim". Tot said. Anger was boiling inside of Dib.
"You didn't defeat him, you massacred him!" Dib was getting angrier.
"Killed, defeated. It's the same thing for me. How many opportunities you had Dib for the public eye to see. To accomplish your wildest dreams. But instead you choose to play the house wife with him. Always wasting time and effort. Instead of taking action like I did and defeated him once and for all". C'mon Dib, yes a little longer. I know that you can do it.
Dib stood up about to explode. "You dismembered his body. I just want him gone, not dead in that kind of way. I JUST WANTED TO SAVE MY PLANET!!". Shouted Dib looking away; the memories still bother him a lot. Remembering his high pitched screams, the loud clanking of the metal touching the metallic floor after hacking him in pieces, his screeches of pain and that little robot loud sobbing. He could still hear the word murderer lingering into his skull when on his last breath, Zim had screamed that word. How one single word can broke somebody from the inside out. Eventually he cut his head off. In his frantic disembowelment, he didn't leave a piece of him without been cutted or hatched. No scientific research, no prices and no science bisection for posterity like he had planned since he laid his eyes on that pathetic disguise.
"HAHAHAHA!. From what exactly?. From the giant waffles and that stupid robot of his. The danger wasn't there to begin with. And Dib, if you hadn't be so busy rattling to yourself you could had notice that even Gaz had know from the very beginning that Zim was an alien, but he was too stupid to be much of a threat. I knew she was right all the time, but you didn't listen to yourself". Snickered Tot. "You always permit others to crush you, always trying prove but never to understand. Humanity isn't what you believe it is. They will never saw you for you want them to see Dib. That's why you are different".
"I AM NOT!!. IM JUST AN HUMAN BEING. I AM NORMAL!!". The words just were drenched away. Tot stood slowly walking toward Dib that recoiled in his seat. "What's so good about it uh?. It is sooo good to be recognized as one more of the load, to have the same pointless life like the others do. You are pathetic. I really don't know what Lissa saw in you. But she was right in one thing" Tot said close to Dib chair.
Dib didn't respond. With a grunt, Tot stood besides Dib. "You can't keep doing this. You can't be the shaking leaf as your chick said it. You need to have some backbone. Someone you could trust and carry on with your pathetic self. Someone that you could rely when you though killing all your demons. Someone like me" Tot words remind him of his father speech times as he pointed to his own chest.
Dib sighed. This was getting tiresome. Spending his some time alone, in his mind as much crazy that sounded, he find that he couldn't be angry with Tot. "Damn that's nuts" Dib whispered to himself. A part of him began to surface. That measurement agreed with Tot in every sense of the word. Of all the pain, misery, loneliness, deject, reject reflected into himself for all this years. All their hateful words sinking into his skin to his heart, like poison spreading through open wounds. As much as his hated to admit it, Tot, Lissa….his Lissa was right. With a sigh Dib walked to Tot that retreated to the center of the light. Extending out his hand to him.
"What would change?" Dib asked Tot. The light disappeared and only the amber of the blackened eye bears out his presence. With a grasp, almost a desperate one, Tot held Dib hand of his own.
"Everything" Whispered Tot. The dark walls trembled. The screams disappeared. The pain of past years; Dib felt like never before it was almost a better feeling than being together with Lissa. Strong as he never felt before, he clenched his hands tight enough to draw more blood. His brain felt like mush, his eyes now clenched shut began to burn. His skin feels like on fire, his veins felt like that they were pumping battery acid and his insides a ragging inferno. With a piercing scream through the air the walls crumbled again and fell one by one, like layers. Dib continuing screaming, everything felt like blurs. Images one after another dig into his cranium. Images of death, despair, desesparation, betrayal, love, hate, merciless killing over and over again. As Dib brain experience the fill Tot laid there laughing all the way in. His objective had been achieved, not only finally breaking all the shackles to society from Dib, but now he was free and now Dib Membrane would be a new being. An individual that will leave a hole into the minds of others and a crack in history forever.
With a blinding light all disappeared and Dib crumbled to the darkness once more, but this time nothingness greet him back.
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Opening the door with a grunt of pain, Gaz entered their house and closed the door behind her. The wound still was throbbing, but she managed to walk straight to the bathroom and throw up. A wave of nausea hit her; she felt too sick with herself. She remembered the sick smell of burning flesh, the fingers cauterizing instantly as the wounds cooked themselves. The screams of pain….her laugh of their pain. What the hell happen?. It was supposed to be just a walk in the park. Just walk in and end them and walk out. I guess I get a little carried away. She looked at her wet parka; they were still pieces of Torque gray matter lingering into her clothes. With a sight she took them off and washed into the tub. She watched as the blood sunk to the tub sinking lower and lower. The blood left some crimson stains into the walls of the bathtub. With another annoyed groan she wiped them out one by one until the tub was streak clean and spotless. Watching the blood spread through the bath cloth for a moment, she shook her head and went to the kitchen. With flammable liquid on hand and a kitchen lighter, she went to the backyard.
The ice cold air hit Gaz like a ton of bricks, but she held her form. With a pull from the canister and a press of the lighter, the cloth was on fire. Proof that it was there before, Gaz just watched as the flames consumed every fiber until the flames poured clean the cement floor and then disappeared in front of her eyes. The wind washed away the burned ashes and took away into the air as Gaz watched them go. With another grunt Gaz went upstairs to change the shift bandage for a real one. Opening the bathroom drawer, she took a small blue bottle and spit out the cap in her teeth. Hissing in pain when the antibiotics hit her skin, watching the blood poured away from her wound. Gaz eyed the sewn needle with a nervous glare; with a grumble of pain the needle past through her flesh to the other side. Ten to go.
With each pull of the needle, the black stitches were hold in place into her shoulder. The hole was closing in. With another jeer of pain the needle penetrate her skin; with the last black thread in plane, she cutted the last stitch and made a little knot that hold in place the threat. Forming perfect straight black lines a cross her shoulder, the stitches looked well placed to resist free movement of her shoulder. Eyeing her back into the mirror, she saw the bullet exit wound, it was smaller than her shoulder, but still….it looked bad. With more grunts of pain she sewed the last of her handy work. It looked good for doing just the first time. After cleaning them with both wounds with fresh water and wincing after, the wounds were clean enough to be clothed. Applying some gauze to both wounds, she closed the distance with some adhesive tape holding them in place and finishing wrapping the red scarlet bandage across both wounds and holding them in place with more adhesive tape. The bra was stained with her own blood. She took it off into the stoop.
Staring topless into the mirror, she looked her scared redden flesh, at her face, her eyes. They were the same, but something was different. A line that she though she wouldn't never cross, she though herself as a different person, as a person who only saw the world as annoying mass of defect and worthless beings. Destroying each other over and over again until the ends of times. But now she was one of them too. She had killed in cold blood without a second though and pressed the trigger….and still they was another person to kill…another person to execute. Perhaps it could be better to stop this before it's too late; she could always left Zita out of the hook.
"Never, she needs to pay" Whispered Gaz into her mirror, and watched as her face darkened and her eyes changed into deadly slits; the pupils shining almost maliciously. But this needed to be done. Dib you better appreciate what I am doing for your sake.
Tomorrow Zita will paid with her life, but she will attack were it hurts, more painful than any other torture, her reputation. Without that she will be just a shell. And when she wishes to die, she will be there to grant her wish.
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Lissa stared worryingly at Dib that was thrashing again in his bed. This had happened for the next hours. Everytime this happened he had been screaming about something bad or blabbing about another person inside his head or something weird like that. The Professor Membrane wasn't calm a bout either. The next hours had been sore tiresome. With the lack of sleep, she had been getting more jumpy and nervous about everything. The same for that blonde haired young girl. Apart from doing everything in her power to do service after service for Dib, her father and her; she had been giving some false smiles and plastered grins. She really need some sleep. Lissa started to became guilty; such a young girl didn't need a place here. For now she could ask some other nurses or other doctors to attempt Dib. With a sight she laid her head into Dib's bed. That day…that day had been the best day on her life. The way his lips fell against hers and the way his tongue found his way towards her mouth. She had been kissed before. But nothing likes this.
She felt that without Dib, she was nothing. Who would put another big smile into her face? Who will the person to bring more joy and happiness to her life?. Lissa grasped Dib cold into her hand. Please Dib, wake up. Be okay. Please for me. But he didn't wake up. He didn't greet her back. And he stayed in the same state. With more tears pouring down her eyes, she left the room in a hurry. It was just too much, she needed to calm down. She broke down into the hallway. It was just too much. All the sorrow, pain, mourning and grief broke down into an endless cry. A howl of raw sadness broking down her soul into pieces. She almost choked into her own tears. Feeling a hand into her shoulder, she wiped down the blurriness of her tears to find little Rihna looking at her with a sad expression. Throwing at the young nurse, who looked that her skeleton would jump out of her skin; she hugged her as she cried into her shoulders. Rihna didn't knew what to do just patting her back in a reassurance manner.
For the short time watching her, she could assume that she loved very much the patient Dib Membrane. "Im really sorry, really I am. Perhaps you could tell me your problems drinking some hot chocolate with me, what do you say?" She gave Lissa one of her best cheered and encouragement smiles . Lissa didn't knew but her smile tug into a smile. She nodded and grabbed the young hand of the nurse to the hospital cafeteria. In the walk she had been strongly reassured just walking with the Rihna. She smiled all the way, while she smiled back. They both took sit into the wooden table and ordered hot steamed chocolate. Sipping the hot drink, her entire body warned instantly. Rihna smiled at her again.
"Thanks for this Rihna". Sipping her drink again she smiled at her which she returned again the smile. "You are welcome. It makes me happy seeing persons smiling" Reply Rihna sipping her drink. "
"How old are you?" Asked Lissa. She looked nervously around before sitting her eyes into Lissa ones which had a curious expression. "Im 9 years old" Replied Rihna. Lissa almost choked into her own drink. She almost blurted "what", but managed to leave a soft tone. Rihna felt uncomfortable with the looks that Lissa gave her; it was always the same. "I know what you are thinking about. But Dr. Messer had been raising me when my parents died. I had been helping him into helping another people since I was really young to repay his kindness. He of course refused, but I decline his responses and just help him in every kind of way he needed. Everything". Whispering the last part and looking away. Lissa gave another smile.
"It is really kind of you everything you done for us in so little time. Thanks Rihna" Drinking the remains of another flavored drink she beams at her again. The next two hours passed quickly. She had learned that Rihna was from Sliven; a small town on Bulgaria, passing through the Balkan Mountains in South Europe. She was born in Wallachia, Rumania. Her parents had died when little after she was born and her care was passed to Dr. Heilss Messer, Director of operations in some hospital at that time. She had been raised in the town, helping patients after patients, while she learned everything she could about medicine at such young age and rate. Eventually Dr. Messer trusted upon assist in operations, and she became his apprentice and helper through everything.
What more surprising was that at such youthful age, she had done more than one hundred surgical operations, alone and assisting Dr. Messer. It must be really hard for a child to do all this. I guess she had never had time to play or even make friends. With a sigh Lissa squeezed Rihna hand and gave her a smile. Rihna looked puzzled by this.
"Rihna would you like to be my friend?" Smiled Lissa. Rihna smiled back. "I like that. I really don't have friends". Lissa grinned, sipping the last of her drink and went to Dib room hand in hand with Rihna. The dark room showed the laid position of Professor Membrane and the slow breathing of Dib. "Thanks again Rihna" She hugged Rihna. Rihna looked surprised but eventually hugged her back and with a wave of her hand she was gone, closing the door behind her.
Lissa exhale noisily with stress. Finding her way to her chair and looking at the peaceful expression of Dib face, she smiled.
"Good night Dib". Before she knew what happened, her face was already into the edge of Dib bed and darkness came after.
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With a frown and a big yawn, Gaz awaken from her slumber. Last night had been horrible and her should was still throbbing a lot. "Shit". Muttered Gaz when she looked at the blood stains in her pajamas, pillows and the bed sheets. Dumping the dirty bandages, Gaz took out her clothes and took a shower, careful to wash and clean the wound without moving it to much. She changed into another bandages and wrapped again into her shoulder, holding in place with more tape. Today she changed into a new set of clothes since her dress was broken beyond recognition. Perhaps she could buy new ones later. She took off her skull necklace to place it carefully in her drawer. Putting some purple panties and training bra, a plain black shirt, the same leather tight pants, white socks and then her combat boots. Sighing she putted her leather black gloves. She needed something else after a little more of wavering she went to Dib's room. The room was still the in the same state of last night. But it had changed a lot. No more aliens posters, no more paranormal things. Just some stuff like his laptop resting in the computer table, black cover bed, purple pillows, some music posters and his old wooden closed. With a frown she opened his closed. They were tons of clothes but what really caught her attention was a white box. Opening the sachet she gasped at what she found. Inside it was his old black coat, small boots and his smiley face shirt. Jestingly she grabbed the coat and left the rest rotting there.
Oddly, it smelled clean and looked without a single spot or even a fragment of dirt. Perhaps Dib take care of his past as well. Gaz proved the coat carefully to not open the wound. It fit perfectly. The black coat hugged her form tightly but not enough to restrain her movement. It was just the thing she needed. Putting the silenced Walther PPK into the brown leather holster behind her back, she was ready to go. Without further delay, even for breakfast she left for school.
Only the sound of her breathing, the pitter patter of feet and the wind were her silent companions. Today she would end this. She knew who Zita was. She was that bitchy annoying with a big self-esteem more giant than the entire planet. She had seen of course what had she done to the other students. While she really didn't care about the others and she of course threaten them and hit them sometimes; she wasn't that cynical to break their minds in pieces. The streets were deserted and not even a single soul rested upon the streets. It was almost that they knew what was going to take place and not be the bystanders by it. Her sin will be marked with warm blood today. Although young, Gaz wasn't stupid. Her brother was not the only changing.
In the past she had been a little less tall than him perhaps three or five inches. She had almost the same size than him. Her breast were growing and at almost alarming rate, and her curves took notice of her form wildly. Her skin was the same milky and pale, her legs long and firm, with a toned and firm abdomen. The wind hissed in her ears, while the leafs flown high, leaving an auburn hole in the sky. The redden leafs took off clearing her path. Even some birds were watching her perked at trees and buildings. Frowning she hasty her step, she had never liked nature anyway. The school grounds were visible as she walked towards her destination. Students gave her odd looks….from frightened to curious ones. She ignored them all and walked across the campus to the entry. The halls were crowded with more students. She moved them all the way, simple staring them with cold eyes or making her way roughly through them.
She knew were to look and here we are…the girls' bathroom. Inside they were a group of girls chatting with annoying tittle-tattle and talking the most boring bullshit she had ever heard about. In the center was the mayor bitch, Zita, chatting all the way and waving her arms in an egomaniacal way that she couldn't stop herself for hating it already and had the strong desire to drawn her pistol and empty the whole clip upon her disgusting face. Closing the door loudly all the eyes turned upon her when the looks started. From the group of nine girls, almost all had terror written across her faces. Her reputation followed her into every corner. They hurried out of the bathroom before Gaz could even blink. Now they were three girls left…Zita, Sarah and other girl who looked as both bitchingly annoyed as the other first one.
Zita gave her a smug smile while the other did the same in a more prepared manner to bolt away. Zita laughed to herself before walking to Gaz with crossed arms. "If it isn't the pixel piggy lover. Long time no see." Zita giggle while the other followed through laughing nervously and giving both looks. Gaz frowned and hissed at her; before Zita could react, her head was flying backward from a fist than sent blood flying through the air into the shocked faces of the other girls who screamed frightened at the display. Zita sprawled into the bathroom sink followed by a big push into one of the restroom toilet, hitting her head against the aluminum wall splitting each toilet. The other girls run like hell gave the chance as Gaz was to busy with Zita.
Gaz calmly pushed Zita to the toilet and tried to throw her to her knees. When resistance followed, Gaz evenly punched Zita stomach making her fall to her knees. Already woofing for air, Gaz took Zita by her spiked hair and showed her head into the toilet, Zita was already struggling for air. Gaz ignored the tweaks of her body and pull the chain. The response was immediate with Zita struggling for oxygen as the flourish of the water filled her nostrils. Gaz jerked her head upward before showing against the water a few times before throwing her to the floor.
"You tried to kill Dib. I can't forgive what you tried to do" Whispered Gaz into Zita ear, watching silently as her face changed from a pained expression to a stunned one. "I…d..ont kn-ow what yo..you talk..ing about…t" Muttered Zita. Grinning and making sure her eyes pierced through Zita ones, Gaz fetch her face closer to Zita.
"Liar" Spat Gaz with such venom that Zita clinched to the toilet in fear. "It's not enough to break the minds of the weedy people. You need to feed on their lives too uh?" Said Gaz circling the sore body of Zita. "Is it fun?. You know I often tried to break my brother so he couldn't bother me anymore with his blabbering about aliens and monsters….and let me play my GameSlave. But never to hurt badly. The threats worked just fine for a while". Zita listened to Gaz words silently and to no bring more pain to her body. "But then a few years ago, he stopped…I didn't get it. My brother, the obsessive-compulsive about aliens didn't say another word about it. No plans, not trying to involve me in any of his stupid incursions and not muttering even a single word of paranormal bullshit in four entire years. I was surprised of course, but then when I actually paid attention to him and my surroundings I noticed people like you messing with him". Gaz have again the urge to blow to smithereens her face.
"I didn't care in the beginning, of course how could I even talk about without thinking about my past with him. Eventually he even dumped his entire collection of evidence as he putted, his posters, supposed alien detectors and all that crap to the thrash" Gaz laughed silently. "I couldn't follow his strange behavior but what I did notice was the change of the people towards him. Some of the bullies even stopped tormenting him, but one thing didn't change. Do you what that is blob head?" Zita shake her head madly while Gaz snickered. "You fucking people didn't let him alone. Even after he gained an actual friend and stopped talking to himself, you shit trendy people didn't let him alone. But now I will make sure that nobody messes with him permanently, even if I had to kill myself to do it" Finished Gaz pulling Zita to her feet only to fall to the floor again.
Zita laid there twitching like a fresh fish out of the water, panting and struggling to get up. "Get up bitch" Muttered Gaz, when the jerking body of Zita didn't respond Gaz kicked her in the stomach making Zita yell in surprise and pain. She screamed in throbbing agony, that mixed with the broken nose and the constant bleeding of it gave the response that Gaz wanted. Yanking Zita to her feet she pushed her into the door before opening and throwing her out into the halls. The friends of Zita were already there with shocking faces while the other students stop abruptly watching the scene unfolded. Smirking, Gaz showed another fist into Zita stomach making her fall to the floor gasping for air, the blood from her nose staining her clothes and dripping to the floor. The people could only watch agape as Gaz ruthless punched Zita in the face and stomach again and again. With each blow, blood was sent flying into the floor or the lockers.
Zita tried to defend herself by pulling sharply Gaz purple hair to not vail. Putting Zita's hand aside, the lavender haired girl punched again into her face.
"BITCH FIGHT" Shouted one student in the crow. Smirking, Gaz muttered the same words silently watching as Zita's body twitching and sobbing into the floor. She could not make a big scene so she decided to end this right away. "You think that you are the crème of the school. Why should I admire a bunch of assholes that only are living of the pocket of daddy and couldn't even make a cent event if they want to!" Gaz yelled to the crowd. While other made shocking faces and angry ones, the response was of her expectation. "You disgust me. And you…" Gaz glared daggers at Zita that was cowering in the floor. "If I ever see you again be sure to dig your own grave". Saying this Gaz finished with a left hook to Zita stomach leaving there gasping for air and spitting blood to the floor. Spitting over Zita face, she left the bewildered crowd waiting for the grand finale.
Looking over her shoulder she saw Sarah checking on Zita's fallen form sobbing, grinning wildly she left the scene.
2 hours later.
Gaz had passed the time just watching everything around her changing, in the back of the campus. Smirking after watching the heart plus D+L carved in one of the trees. The deed was almost done but it was not enough. Frowning she entered from the back of the school passing through the abandoned area. The clacking of her boots resounded through the old and dusty halls, but not enough to break her calm. Making her way out of the old area she entered the same bathroom to find a few of the same groups of girls only without Zita and Sarah. After some looks, hits and threats they told more or less where Zita was, the parking lot.
The parking lot was even more bigger than the campus itself, they were already more than two hundred cars here including an annoying group of jocks with loud music sitting in a daddy paid red truck.
"Hey baby, want to have some fun?" Snickered one of the jocks, the other following suit. Gaz stopped death on her tracks and stared at the jocks. Im just twelve, fucking pedophiles. "I bet you wish your balls were the size of your ego asshole" Spat Gaz, the jocks laughed out loud while the other just fumed and jumped down to the floor walking towards her. Holding the ground, Gaz just waited peacefully until the jock was to grasp range. "C'mon sweetheart you'll know you like it" Smiled the rather muscular jock posing a hand to her shoulder. Gaz smiled with mock innocence and signaled him to come closer, while the jock grinned and the others just whistle. With the same expression she waited until the asshole face was closer to her before pulling his hand on her shoulder sharply, twisting it backwards, his body following suit. With a pained expression in his face as Gaz pulled upward his twisted arm toward the back of his head holding it with just her right hand. Even the mass of muscle trying to free himself, the deadlock was to strong for the jock to even free himself.
"I had important business to make; do you want to delay my business?" Whispered Gaz into the ear of the jock. "Do you?" She pulled again upward the arm of the teen that screamed in pain and tried to talk through gibberish. "N..n…n..no-o…n..o. LET ME G..G.GOO!" Whimpered the jock. Smirking she pulled sharply the arm of the jock one last time, that with a small perceive sound of a crack that even the teen friends heard it, finally letting go of the arm, the jock clenched his more or less busted arm while screamed and thrashing in the floor. The others made motion to move towards her, but her cold gaze stopped them. The jocks grabbed their hurt pal out of the floor to the back of the truck and took off without another look or word.
Smiling to herself she continued walking through the lot. This is supposed to be some sort of punishment; you better fucking appreciate this Dib. And shit felt so awkward doing this crap. Her hands were shacking she felt the need to bolt down to her home and never leave her room ever again. She was about to kill again, to spill blood. The faces of her victims were carved into her skull. Shit not now. She stopped herself, she felt like hyperventilating, the air was leaving her lungs hastily, her eyes burned from her tears leaking out of her sockets. She felt like exploding. Resting besides a tree to catch her breath she couldn't deny that going this far for retaliate her brother was exhilarating, but then again killing in more horrible ways she could even think of, even when she was trapped into the pixies world. No more torture or any other sort of taunt.
She was just going to kill that bitch with one shot to the head….and then everything will stop.
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"AHHH, Watch it! Screamed a teen into the ear of another. Sarah was trying to treat her wounds, but seeing as she wasn't a qualified nurse or anything like it, she was currently soothing Zita and drag her to the nurse office. Zita was thrashing and smacking her hands away. Seeing as stubborn as she was she stopped and continued to clean the blood out of her face. The nose of Zita was a deep purple gash with blood and it was twitching from time to time. "C'mon girlfriend lets go to patch you up" Whined Sarah while Zita puffed angrily. "Don't hurt my face I need to use it for the Friday party" Complained Zita while Sarah looked away annoyed. It was the same thing everyday.
"Rip off" Said a voice behind them. To both teens shock and horror, it was Gaz Membrane. Sarah laid there watching as Zita face changed drastically. "So bye bye Zita…uh…see you in the party" Waved Sarah and took off running. "DON'T GO!" Yelled Zita scared for her life. Gaz just watched with grim interested.
"On your feet" Gaz ordered whilst Zita shacked wildly, Gaz yanked her to her feet and showed Zita walking. "Move" Spoke Gaz again briefly showing her the PPK in the coat. Gasping with wide eyes, Zita try to run off, only to be roughly pushed backwards against the one of the cars. "Move bitch" Scared through major horror levels, Zita complied and moved along, Gaz walked with her calmly.
Gaz hands shacked again. But she didn't stop walking dragging Zita with her towards the abandoned area; gun in hand under Dib's coat.
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A/N: Fun chapter to write, unlike the past one this didn't have carnage and bloody torture and it wont be another one for a loooooong time. But I decided to cut it here. Next chapter, Gaz rampage ends, Dib finally awaken to the fullest, shocking truths and love?. Well then 'till next chapter.
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