And now for the chapter everyone seemed to wanted... like... really badly as they reviewed really quick. You guys are making me behind in writing by making me update so quickly! But don't stop!

Wanring: RAPE! DEATH! TORTURE!

Beta: I beta'd this myself because I lost the fixxin's Tesgura did for me. So if there is anything wrong with spelling or grammer or something it's myfault! NOT HERS!

Ok, for those of you who don't visit my profile I start school on Monday. Which means updates may be a little late in coming, but look at how quickly I gave you these past six chapters! Take that into account before you take up your torches and pitch forks!

Zim felt awful.

He knew he'd screwed up big time with Dib.

It took him a whole day to break out of his delusion and felt full regret at once.

How could something like that have happened? And so easily, too?

The first thing he did was try to find Dib in the house, even though he knew Dib wouldn't stick around while Zim was like that. But he had to hope, just HAD to hope that Dib hadn't gone out in public.

He watched the news continuously, checking every half an hour to make sure that Dib hadn't been found, making his search last a whole day, meaning that was two days Dib had been out there by himself, probably still bleeding too, humans were, after all, such weak creatures.

On the third day Dib had been missing Zim couldn't sit still for more than ten seconds. He watched the news hopefully. If they took him back to the asylum he could always break out again, but the trauma of having the meds re-introduced into his system and then taken out again could damage his body and that was the last thing Zim wanted.

That's what he remembered it.

THE COAT!

He put a small tracking device in the irken symbol on the zipper in case Dib ever ran away. Why hadn't he thought of it before now!?

The best part of the tracking device was even if there was something around to jam it, it still left off a special signal that all irken technology let off in case it was lost and needed to be recovered so the inhabitants of an invader's planet didn't steal and duplicate it.

But none of that was necessary in this case.

The tears wouldn't stop, though he desperately wanted them to.

Dib was given a low dose of the meds every three hours to keep him still and quiet but still allowing him to stay conscious. In fact when given to him like this they seemed to KEEP him awake as he hadn't slept the entire twenty four hours he'd been there.

Or maybe not, maybe it was the pain of Arkham slicing into his skin with a knife or the fear of what the sick doctor had planned for him next.

Heh heh, sick doctor.

Lucky enough for him though, Arkham had fallen asleep about five hours ago when the sun started to rise the meds had worn off just enough for him to slowly peel the sheet that was sticking to him with dried blood off of himself and climb out of bed.

He was barely three feet from his way out when he felt the cool blade of a knife to his throat and the naked for of Dr. Arkham pressing against his equally naked form.

"And where is it you think you're going?" The doctor asked, his voice dripping with the threat of death should he try to leave again.

Dib tried to stutter out an answer but fear gripped his throat and all he could do was make little frightened noises.

"That's what I thought." Arkham said, tossing the knife behind him and pushing Dib to the ground in front of him.

Dib choked on a gasp and fell onto his hands and knees and was about to attempt words once more when he felt Arkham kick him lightly in the side, not enough to hurt if there wasn't a nasty stab wound right were his foot connected. This caused Dib to fall to his side, gripping the kicked area and whimpering as he was rolled lightly onto his back and straddled by the evil doctor.

"That was a bad thing you tried to do, Dib." Arkham said in a mockingly sweet voice. "You were a bad boy, bad boys should be punished, shouldn't they?"

Dib could only whimper as more tears started to pour down his face.

Zim was getting close. The tracker was blinking fiercely as he got closer to an extremely tall, expensive looking apartment building. He considered just using the stairs like any normal person. But he wasn't a normal person. Not to mention scaling the wall using his spider legs would be MUCH quicker.

He ducked into the ally created by this building and the abandoned one next to it and latched himself onto the wall, climbing it with his own arms and legs as well as his mechanical pak legs.

Dib's face was pressed against Arkham's sinfully clean carpet so hard he could hardly breath and he was choking and coughing on his own blood as the man held his wrists behind him and entered him over and over again.

One of Dib's eyes was darkening and bleeding from the doctor punching him in the face while his glasses were still on and the rest of his body wasn't n much better shape.

Suddenly he felt a rush of cold and he could no longer feel Arkham behind him though that didn't entirely surprise him as he was sure that part of his body would be numb now anyway.

'Maybe I've passed out,' Dib thought hopefully as he collapsed onto the floor.

Arkham, he was proud to say, didn't scream when he was pinned to his wall through the shoulder by a cold metallic pole thing. He did how ever, scream when it hooked inside of him and ripped a good part of, just, everything away.

When he looked up from the ground all he could make out were simple colors, not even shapes, just colors and his head began to swim.

Dib's eyes saw something shiny next to him and he reached out to touch the slightly bloody knife the doctor had dropped next to him. He gripped the handle of the knife and pulled himself up shakily, ready to defend himself should he need to. He turned around to see Zim's human form looming over the bleeding Arkham who looked terrified.

Zim's eyes narrowed and his face was contorted with anger, so much more anger than he had ever displayed for the Dib human.

"Disgusting," Was the only thing Zim said as a deadly spider leg shot out, piercing Arkham in and through his head then snapping his neck, just for good measure.

Dib's eyes widened. He knew, had always known, that Zim had probably killed in the past. Has probably killed hundreds! He was, after all, an invader, but he'd been so young. The thought of Zim doing ANYTHING as coldly as this, much less killing, had seemed so fantastical because of how much emotion he'd displayed in the past and how violently he displayed it.

But this, this just seemed to make everything about the alien REAL. Zim, this thing, was a monster. He KILLED people, killed them in cold blood. Innocent people! Women and children! Elders! He would kill them all in the name of some empire!

Then Zim's eyes turned on him and for a brief moment he felt fear unlike he had every felt before. But, Zim was looking at him with so much warmth, even through the blood splatter over his face. It warmed him to know that the alien was there… and willing to kill for him.

ALRIGHT! The death of an unfavorable character and the beginings of love! YAY LOVE! 3

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