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Kay, so, I got a ton of reviews today and only like 3 or 4 voted for what I was talking about. That tells me that nobody reads this! Which is perfectly fine by me! Just this once, though, I need someone's opinion. I have 1 no and 3 yes'. Kay, anyway, to anonymousness. BTW, next chapter won't come up until I get two more votes!

Blerp: It's a really competitive song, actually. I quite like it. So that would be one no, got it!

Yes: Yay! He's gonna be tortured! By you! Anyway, wedding song? 0.0 Making progress in their relationship, are they? XD Okay, so that would be one yes! And you are welcome for the cookies. XD (If you haven't noticed, I quite like that smiley)

IJustRealizedSomething: You are welcome for my cookies!

SuperH31265: I am glad to know you are alive! Have fun with the loopy gas!

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Also, so sorry, this would have been posted much sooner but I had something important that came up.

A lot can happen in a thousand years, and sometimes a flashback is a good way to go. This is one of those times.

Dib tried to run after Zim, but knew he could never be fast enough. He had tested Zim's speed several times and he just kept getting faster, even now. He leaned against a tree, taking deep breaths, hoping that everything was okay.

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He, however, did not see what Zim was seeing. To him, it was definitely not okay.

There was a fallen tree where the escape pod had hit. There was a bit of blood hidden under the rising smoke and bits of metal. Zim stared, stunned and speechless, at his two former leaders, half crushed under the wreckage and blinking, clearly feeling shock, pain, and sadness at the same time. Also a hint of rage, but not enough to allow them to get up.

Former... Zim had never thought about that before. He certainly hadn't called them in quite a while. He hadn't even been thinking about his mission of world domination since his newfound powers had been discovered. He stood and stared, unable to do anything. Then Tallest Purple started to speak.

"Z...Zim? Is that really... you?"

"Sh...shit..." Tallest Red muttered. "I meant f..for us to land on... oh, what was that planet called?"

"M...my Tallests!" Zim finally exclaimed. "Let me help you! I could-"

"You could what, put us out of our misery?" Red said suddenly.

"Wh-what? No! I could get you back to my base and-"

"You couldn't do that!" Purple laughed weakly. "You couldn't even make a proper disguise! You could never do anything worthwhile, Zim!"

"But... what?" Zim felt hurt, disappointed, and shocked at the same time. Never had his Tallests talk to him like that! Well... actually... they had. But he always thought they were joking! Maybe that was it. They were just joking!

But, looking into their eyes he knew that they were serious.

His face fell, and they kept talking.

"You were always a failure!" Red laughed.

"You blew up your own planet!" Purple chimed in.

"Heck, you blew yourself up!"

"More than once!"

"Why do you think we sentenced you to work in Foodcourtia?"

"Why did you have to come back?"

"That mission we put you on?"

"Fake."

"We didn't even think Earth existed!"

"It was a total surprise when you landed."

"We'd hoped you would die on the way."

"It's true."

"We could care less about conquering Earth!"

"We just wanted you dead."

Something inside Zim cracked. He was feeling so many emotions, they mixed together until his face was expressionless. But, there was one emotion that rose above all the others. He felt his teeth sharpen, his skin warm with glowing power.

Almost like someone else was controlling him, he raised his arm and channeled all his energy to his hand.

"I think... he's going to kill us." Purple said quietly.

"Since when did his hand glow?" Red asked. "And he's... so tall."

"What happened? How did you become so much... better?"

Zim cocked his head to the side, but otherwise betrayed no emotion.

"I think what happened..." he paused as he considered. "Is that I... became more powerful than you."

His hand glowed brighter.

"Bastards." he growled, sounding like some powerful, primitive creature. There was a bright light, and Zim's world grew black.

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Zim awoke in his own house and saw that his gloves were torn to shreds and his clawed hands were charred underneath. He noticed that the charred marks were slowly erasing themselves. He looked over and saw Gir watching TV, grinning stupidly, and that there was a note on the floor by the couch he was on.

He looked at it.

Zim.

Found you passed out. What happened? Melted metal everywhere. Strange gooey substance.

Hope you're fine, I guess. Didn't know what to do. Gir dragged you home. Left him to it.

Collected interesting data from experiment. Take a day off, we'll talk about it Friday.

-Dib.

Zim growled lightly, crumpled up the note, and threw it to the other side of the room. It hit Gir in the head, but he didn't react. Zim rolled over to his other side and studied his hands. His gloves were ruined, but the burn marks were gone.

He drifted off to sleep, not even thinking about the fact that he had committed two murders that day.

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