A/N: I am so tired. Is anyone else tired? I'm tired.

Anyway, there is some mild-moderate gore. Or moderate-high gore. I'm not quite sure where I would rank it.

Now, enjoy!

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Without another word, Vix lightly dug the blade just under the skin in his throat. Blood welled up from under his uniform, and she could feel Zim's approving gaze on the back of her neck.

Feeling encouraged, she slid the blade down Dien's stomach, making a long and shallow wound. She giggled slightly when the tears spilled down his face and the whimper came. She dropped to her knees and bent over him.

She was going to enjoy this.

She went over the wound again and again, carving a little deeper each time. She peeled back the flesh from him stomach, and suddenly stabbed the knife into his squeedlyspooch, right on the artery.

His scream was so rewarding. Vix closed her eyes and smiled as a stream of blood shot straight up from his organs.

She slowly and painstakingly cut the squeedlyspooch into pieces, and Dien just kept screaming and screaming. Once or twice Zim had to shoot him with the gun again to keep him from moving.

When she was done with his stomach, she proceeded to cut into each of his extremities down to the bone. She was amazed that Dien hadn't passed out from the pain, or even died yet. But she just kept going and going, making him suffer as much as she possibly could.

Finally, she set her knife aside and looked at him. She was sitting in a pool of blood, her uniform soaked through. This was so delightful.

She ripped off her gloves and proceeded to plunge her hand into his stomach, squeezing Dien's organ as hard as she could. Blood shot up from inside him, spraying all over her face.

She ripped the bones from his arms and legs and jammed them into his neck, silencing his piercing scream, but enjoying his terrified gurgle as blood pooled around the bones.

On and on she went, torturing him endlessly, until he finally died, the light fading from his eyes.

Vix stopped ripping apart his stomach as she saw him fall limp, and stood, examining the body.

It hardly looked like an Irken anymore. The eyes were gorged out, his brains just peeking out through the empty sockets, his antennae ripped to shreds, and his squeedlyspooch on the floor in pieces. His arms and legs were torn in half, the white bones stained with his dark green blood. The folds of skin on his stomach was all over, and Vix could easily spot his backbone through the mess. Vix had even ripped his throat out, sinking her teeth into his flesh, ripping apart his skin. Blood dribbled from her mouth.

And the blood. There was so much blood.

Vix loved it.

And the great thing was, she felt no guilt. None at all. It was amazing; she felt truly free.

She reached down and picked up her knife, licking the blood off of it before letting her PAK hold it.

Someone began to clap slowly. Vix spun, forgetting that Zim was there. He had come and gone, watching her for a while before going off to tend to some personal business. He stood from his relaxed position in his throne and walked towards her.

"I have never seen anyone with so much...bloodlust in their eyes," he said, clasping her bloodied hand between his gloved ones.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Vix said, looking him squarely in the eyes.

"But, unfortunately, your going to have to spend the night in the maximum containment facility so Zim doesn't look bad. Not that Zim could, mind you," he said, letting go of her hand and stepping back.

"What?! But you just...you...what the Irk?!" She didn't want to spend the night in some dingy facility. She was about to slit his throat when she remembered all the possible Elite in the shadows and the stun gun in Zim's PAK.

"Sh, love. It's only for a night. Besides, you'll be released the next morning, and no one will bother you."

She cringed at his pet name. "But everyone's going to know Vix is on Defect Planet! And I swear, call me a stinking pet name one more time and you'll end up like Dien on the floor there."

"Exactly. They'll all be frightened of you, and wonder why the Tallest didn't put you to death. And as more and more cases that Zim has kept secret arise as people look into it, it might even be enough to start some sort of rebellion. I want to overthrow them, Vix. They lied to me, about my mission, about everything." Zim clenched his fists and looked away for a moment.

"And once they see how weak and pathetic the Empire's leaders are, they'll see the poor defective leader who was beaten and threatened into staying secretive, and everyone will realize what an amazing leader Zim is!

"I'll become Tallest, Vixen. I will. Not anyone else, just me. I will rule the Irken race, and others will crumble before Zim!" Zim shouted.

"You weren't actually beaten, were you?"

"Of course not. SIR!" Zim snapped, and a SIR Unit stepped from the shadows. "Not taking any chances, dearest," Zim whispered, stepping out of her reach before she could swipe at him.

"Bring the murderer to the maximum containment facility at once!" The SIR saluted him.

"Yes, my lord!" it barked in a gruff voice. Stepping behind Vix, it tightly pinned her arms to her back, and a laser gun emerged from its head, pressing itself to the back of her head. "March, fool!" the SIR ordered.

Vix glared at Zim, who just waved as she was marched out of the throne room. "Oh, and SIR," Zim said. The SIR stopped. "Put her in the cell with the Dib and his filthy meat sister. Do it now!"

"Yes, my master!" Vix started marching again. They marched out of the house and the SIR threw her into the back of a bus, quickly handcuffing her before it did so.

"Oof!" she grunted as her head hit the bottom of the bus. She scrambled to the back of the bus, getting blood everywhere. She peered out the back window, bared of course. Zim was standing there, smiling smugly, his crown slightly tipped over on his head.

"Zim!" Vix yelled as the bus pulled away.

There was something odd about him, Vix thought. He made her squeedlyspooch feel...strange.

"But I'm already strange, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Bus!" Vix muttered.

She decided to lay down and count the number of bolts on the bus roof until they brought her wherever she was supposed to be going.

Pretty soon she fell asleep. Normal Irkens didn't require sleep because their PAKs provided them with all the nutrients needed, but Vix was defective, and her PAK didn't function like others. That's also why her scars hadn't healed.

She dreamt about Zim the entire bus ride.

There was something special about him.

And Vix was determined to find out why.

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A/N: And that brings us up to date! I am in the middle of writing Chapter 8, for this is Chapter 7 1/2, so yeah.

Erm...I was going to say something else, but I forgot. Oh well.

Until next time!