A/N: Back to the metaphorical pen and paper practice of writing fanfiction. Also if you don't much like my stories because; there isn't enough dialogue; you're descriptions could be improved; you don't add enough comedy…well then I completely agree, my writing style is pretty good compared to the worst stories that you can find, but boring and uninteresting in comparison to some other great stories that I've read. But the plot is still worth the read. I'm trying to improve on the little problems.

Ch 2: Guts, Doom, and Big Heads

The scream rang in Zim's antennae, it followed by multiple cries of 'ZOMBIE!' and 'Holy Shit!' and even the band shouted 'Aim For The Head!' all the while screams and panic continued, as the audience realized that the doors were locked. There was no escape; all of the bodies were on their feet and as if somebody had hit the rewind button each one's blood separated from each other and ran up in a vein-y way back to the place that it had originally came from; their blood soaked clothes completely clean, albeit a little holey now.

The boy's throat closed back up where the man had cut it, the woman's chest was no longer ridden with holes, though her shirt was in need of repair, the place where her brain had splattered flew back into her skull, which also became fixed, the flesh healed over, not even a mark to show where she had been mortally wounded from before. As for the man, his brain was sucked back into his head with such force that he was nearly knocked off balance, his head came out unscathed, he and the woman both picked up the boy. The audience realized then that this was just the last act; they cheered even louder then before, even the people who nearly had heart-attacks had to cheer for being so creative with the ending. They all took a bow. And with that Mr. Tall announced that the show was really over now and the audience walked out talking animatedly about the performance.

When the auditorium had emptied Zim walked up to Mr. Tall, "You! Tall one! I wish to join your 'Cirque'. Because if you recall THE AMAZING ZIM is an Irken Invader. I am an alien, and I would like to join your Cirque to evade the human earth government, as they don't realize that we don't like to be cut open and have our organs removed."

Mr. Tall thought about that, "Well, as long as you don't endanger anybody in the show, you can join. But first I would like to see what an alien looks like."

"Of course!" Zim removed his wig and contacts to reveal his iridescent magenta eyes, and his bald head, that held two scythe shaped antennae. Then suddenly from behind the small creature came a series of metallic clicks and within mere seconds he stood as tall as Mr. Tall-on his metal spider legs that is. "How 'bout this!?"

"Splendid! If you have more gadgets like that, you'd be a perfect addition to our show!"

"Weeeell…I have a robot minion named GIR, he was sitting next to me, and a floaty squeaky minion named like Mini-Moose, back at the base."

/\^/\The Next Day/\^/\

Zim was allowed to watch one more show before he was to perform in one. This was the last show in this town, and the night before, after the show, while Zim was sure that Dib was asleep Zim dismantled his base packed up, and walked away, leaving no trace that any one had ever lived there.

That night as Zim watched the auditorium filled with people, he backed farther into the shadows as his enemy-the Dib-stink-and his family found seats very close to the front. The show went on like the previous night, without a hitch, though Zim was quite intent on watching the expression of the Dib for a majority of the show, and sometimes found himself glancing at the genius scientist and saw sparks of interest behind the goggles that constantly conceal his eyes. But that's not even the worst.

At the end of the show when Johnny, Squee, and Devi had finished their preformence, he saw a brief emotion flash across the professors face that sent chills running down his spine, it was very similar to the one Dib would wear everytime he talked about disecting Dib-but with one major difference. This one was more intent on murder with research being a convinient benefit.

When the show was finished Zim told Mr. Tall everything he knew about Prof. Membrane and what he saw, Mr. Tall seemed concerned so he decided they would pack up and leave that night instead of the next morning. He informed the rest of the Cirque-who are also quite worried about being caught, researched, studied, and disected-and they held no arguments. They packed and left leaving no sign that they were there.

/\^/\Two Weeks Later/\^/\

The Cirque finally reached their next destination-in a different country then previous, for Darren and Mr. Crepsley they had returned to their roots. They were all having a good time Zim started talking to the other people and surprisingly could understand Truska-not so surprising when you know about alien translators and such...

Zim was walking around the camp they've set up asking for tips on his act, seeing as it was his first one and still wasn't enitirely sure what the humans would want. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the boy until they had smacked into each other.

They other boy went rolling forwards and hit the ground with a thud while Zim fell back and was currently being crushed by a pair of long heavy legs.

"Ow...what did I hit?" He said as he made no attempt to get up.

"Me." Zim squeaked. The boy jumped up and Zim noticed it was the spider-boy, Darren. Zim stood and brushed off the dirt, he used his spider legs to reach the other boys height. "Hello human, I am ZIM!" he shouted the last part becuase he was so used to it, then when he noticed the awkward stare coming from the boy he coughed, "Ahem, uh well, tomorrow night is Zim's first show and i was wondering if the spider-boy had any tips for me?" Darren stared a little longer as he tried to regain control of himself, he was used to all kinds of wierd things by now, but he hadn't seen the new alien up close until now. He snapped out of it soon enough though.

"Well," He said as he thought of a suitable answer, "The audience always enjoys some comedy, you could refer to them as inferior humans but try not to be rude sounding, and uhm...try to show them something dangerous also but don't hurt them." he added.

Zim smiled "Zim thanks you for your help Darren-human." and he went off to prepare for that night's show when he thought something smelled off about the boy. he quickly snuck to the tops of the tent and silently followed the human until he was close enough, he took out a scanner that could read bio-signatures and scanned him. When the results came back Zim smiled, "If only the Dib-stink could see me now..." then he scurried away.