(ZIM'S POV)
The alien continued to stare at the specked, starry hologram, filtering his morbid memories and thoughts and replacing them with his bittersweet moments with the humans and Gaz.
Sighing, Zim recalled the memory of lying in the exact same position with the same human on his couch in his red headquarters. It was perfect moments like this, the sickly sweet indulgence of love. It truly made the alien sick to his stomach at times, the emotions that consumed him. It kept his mind away from the shitty truth; the shocking reality that he truly had nothing except for his love that he had to give.
He rested his green cheek on the teen's head, holding her small body close to him. Zim was becoming worried for the girl. She hadn't shown that much emotion during the funeral; she was holding it all in, and wouldn't accept the fact that she suffered a loss. Zim had tried to think of things to cheer her up, to keep her from remembering the devastating murder of her brother. How horrid it would be to lose a sibling. Of course, Zim couldn't quite grasp the feeling of losing a family member; he was born a test tube baby in a lab for the reason of creating a perfect society in the galaxy; ruling planets, and destroying pitiful, unfortunate lives.
This sent a shiver up through his Squeedily-spooch at the thought of losing his beloved Gaz-human to the hands of death. Zim wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't.
He thought back to the inspection of Dib's sudden death. He was critically wounded in his shoulder, unable to stop the heavy blood-flow, and died a slow, painful death. Remembering back to when the police informed Gaz of what had happened, he remembered them mentioning a familiar, dark blue haired girl with a cat which had glowing red eyes.
Zim's eye twitched as he recalled the memory of the Irken soldier, Tak, who had, several years ago, tried to steal Zim's mission from him and kill him in the process as a duty from the Tallests. Zim had fortunately and easily rid her of this, sending her into the dark vortex of space, never hearing of her again.
Apparently that little shit was still alive.
Gaz's even, shallow breaths signaled to the alien that she was asleep. Turning his attention to the girl, he studied her curiously. Her beautiful pale complexion on her face glowed, and her long eyelashes shadowed her cheekbones; the pale pink shade of her lips stood out against the white frame of her jaw-line, and her small nose helped finish off the magnificent detail of her face.
Zim fumbled with her soft, violet hair that curtained her face and led down a little past her shoulders. The slight sogginess of her hair didn't burn the alien, due to the fact that he still had a little glue stuck on his Irken fingers.
Letting go of her wavy locks, he gently scooped her fragile body into his arms and carried the precious teen to the elevator.
"Computer," Zim said with a gentle whisper, "shut off the Planetarium features and take me to the headquarters."
The gorgeous glow of the stars and planets faded to nothing, and the large doors of the elevator opened, allowing the alien and the unconscious goth in, and shut, lowering the two down to the secret headquarters that were shut away from Zim's minion, GIR.
The brass doors opened once again, and he readjusted the girl in his arms, effortlessly carrying her to his bed chambers. He stopped at his door, a mechanical spider leg entering the code-lock on the doorway, and pushed the door open.
He shuffled over to his king-sized bed, and laid her down, kissing her forehead. Zim pulled his dark comforters over her thin body, and propped her head up under a few pillows.
Twitching his antennas, Zim took one last glance at the girl before he went to go lay down on the couch on the other side of the room. Emotions; never a good feeling for an Irken Squeedily-spooch.
(GAZ'S POV)
A smooth mist surrounded the girl as she stood in her bedroom. Her surroundings switched to the hospital room in which Dib had died in, and flipped back to her gothic bedroom surroundings.
Her surrounding kept wavering until finally the image of the hospital had chosen to stick in her head. Gaz turned around, unable to control her actions or emotions, and found the decayed body of her brother, lying in the bed. His skin had decomposed, giving off a foul stench, and maggots seeped through his mouth as he smiled back at his sister. His hairline had fallen to his shoulders, leaving his head a disturbing, scarred mess along with more decayed flesh. She could see the bloody shine of his skull show through the scalp, and his eyes were engulfed with a black, murderous shine.
"Gaz," Dib gurgled, his mouth filled with blood and maggots.
His image had a static twitch around his body, and a Dib had changed for a second, to a demonic, but familiar Irken. Her purple eyes were shadowed with a black rim, growing closer and closer to the middle of her eye socket, until a dark purple shine took the pupil of her eye. Tak's green, leathery skin had hardened, and her teeth shown with sharp, razor tips.
The image flipped back, to her brother's disturbing appearance, and he choked, a fountain of crimson and squirming larva exploding out of his mouth, and onto his hospital gown. "Gaz."
Waking up in an extremely hot sweat, Gaz looked around before sprinting to the bathroom just a few feet away from her. Shutting the wooden door from behind her, she strode to the toilet and heaved.
(Author's Note)
disturbing. yes. but I wanted you to get a show on what happens in Gaz's dreams such as this.
This will help with the plot later in the story. I'm making it up as i go, but I hope you like it. Sweet, then a gross, disturbing scene.
Poor Gaz; she has to deal with so much shit...
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