Here is the next chapter. Please forgive the typing errors as I'm a trifle tipsy. I do so love plum wine. (hiccup)
Disclaimer: I, Elana Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters from the Invader Zim TV show. I've only admired them :)
...A sea of space junk was all that was left of the Yobilian Rebellion. Bits and pieces pf broken glass, wires, and metal zoomed endlessly on an uninterrupted path through space. Months passed, and the space junk traveled on past nebulae, stars and acceleration disks. The junk reached it's destination finally as a brilliant series if shooting stars darting across the earthen sky; mostly burning up to nothing, while others shot down, sinking into the bottom of the sea.
It was all sheer luck that the Irkens, for some strange reason, had decided to design the smeet vials strong enough to withstand the elements of space, yet brittle enough to smash open with a Yobilian fist. Sheer luck that one little vial (which just happened to be the very last vial the Yobilian was about to destroy before his unwitting suicide by diving out of the air-lock-valve) had escaped the wreckage unharmed. Sheer luck that intensity of friction as it entered the earth's atmosphere caused enough energy to waken the tiny green smeetling within.
It traveled with glowing hot speed downward, and for the life of me I couldn't tell you how it happened, but the little vial landed in the very darkest alley on Ridgewood Avenue unharmed, save for a tiny crack thin as a pencil line down the middle. And with the slightest push of the little smeet's three fingered hand, the vial split in two. And the little smeet tumbled out with a light plop.
Sally thought she heard something in the alley ahead, so it was no wonder why she clutched her pocketbook tighter and quickened her pace. And by the way she defiantly tossed her mop of brown curls and pursed her red lips primly, one would never have guessed her heart was beating wildly with terror. With every high-heeled step, she chided herself for not yet buying a decent car.
When a tiny figure appeared before her, she yowled like a frigtened cat, hopped, tripped, and fell with a small splash into a puddle on the sidewalk. She stared wide-eyed at the tiny creature before her. What on earth was she seeing??
It was very small, with a big round head. It was decidedly green and very much naked. It simply blinked at her with two big red eyes. The two sat like that, staring at eachother, and for how long Sally didn't know. Then suddenly, with a zipper-like grin, the little creature ran and clung to her ankle tightly. "I love you, Mommy!" it squeaked, snuggling against her stocking-covered shin.
Now for years after, Sally couldn't give an explanation as to why she did what she did next. Perhaps it was all those bridesmaids dresses tucked away in her closet, or the flatness of her belly, or both. But whatever the reason, she smiled slowly and patted the little creature's head.
"Where did you come from, little guy?", she asked. The little creature pointed to the remains of the little vial, not for a moment losening it's grip on her ankle.
"Are you...Are you all alone?" she asked.
"No," it said, "I'm with mommy."
After a moment Sally smiled. "Okay then", was all she said, and she took off her cashmear sweater. Wrapping it around the little thing, she scooped it up in a bundle and carried it home, cooing and cuddling the little green creature as if it were very own baby son. And not until she was in her kitchenette warming up a little thermos of milk did she pause long enough to think, "What in God's name am I doing?"
But she hadn't a chance to answer before she heard a loud crash in the main living area. She turned to see that in the ten minutes her back was turned, the little smeet had completely disassembled her television, cd player, and computer, and was contentedly playinng with a handful of wires.
"No! Oh my god, what did you do?!" she cried, prying the wires from his little green fingers roughly. "Ohhh, my new computer!"
The little smeet's lips trembled, it's candy-apple red eyes brimming with tears. Suddenly it began to howl, an unearthly sirenlike squeal. Sally panicked, scooping him up and coddling him, bouncing him on her hip.
"Shh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't cry! It's okay, it's okay!", she said, but the shrill cries just grew louder and louder.
Suddenly the mirror on the china cabinet shattered noisily, startling them both. After a silent pause, the smeet's cries resumed, reaching a deafening climax, as Sally's ears began to throb. Then with a loud popping sound and the smell of burnt smoke, all the lightbulbs in the apartment blew at once, leaving them in pitch black darkness.
Everything was silent. The little smeet giggled softly.
And that's it for now. I have more to tell, and will upload the rest soon...Probably tomorrow I'll do two more chapters...maybe...(hiccup)
Thank you
E.V.