Chapter 6: A Turn for the Worse

There was a vast amount of channels all written in Irken numbers, Gaz just layed and stared groggily at the television that made about as much sense as Latin to her. In her boredom she decieded to count the many different Irken numbers.

"1,352 channels, and NOTHING to watch, I can't understand any of this!" Gaz ranted to herself while nuzzling into her fuzzy bed cover. She had just ordered a few items off the menu presented when she called for room service, the food, like the television programs, were fucked up and weird, she liked a reddish fruit and some meat thing she dressed in some kind of peculiar sauce, which all in all tasted like a mixture of sugar and bacon... not the best taste but it was the only one she could stand.

'This is stupid, being locked up all day for stupid reasons, Zim is stupid, this whole situation is stupid...God I don't understand this stupid T.V...' she thought angrily then her mind went back to Zim. He apparently had admired her without notice yet when they fought many times he held back not. His stupid voice, his cackling, boasting, and bragging about himself, how annoyed she'd become but hold it to herself. However he's not as annoying now at all... creepy...very creepy but not annoying. He said he felt sorry for her loss... but I could've been a lie... his entire Life on Earth was one before so he's good... well good to a sense that he only had to lie to complete morons, but practiced nonetheless.

When he kissed her, she... hadn't hated it, it was warm and passionate... on his end at least, she kind of didn't know how she felt about it but she didn't like being bound and helpless to it! she thought of revenge for Zim... this was the first time she's thought of her vengeance in, well 40 years,(20 for her), but only now as an adult her rage has cooled immensely, now that she realized this she got mad. She was leaving this room Now!

The room's doors were barricaded, Zim's door the most heavily, she smirked at that, he obviously prepared for her. There had to be a way out, what if there was a fire she would burn to death... 'no he planned for everything remember!' then she noticed the sprinklers in ever corned of the Lavender room, she huffed. 'Damn it'

"IS THAT YOU PRETTY LADY!?" came a squeal from behind her, she would always recognize that voice, ALWAYS!

"Yes Gir, It's me." she replied disdainfully. "EEEEeeeeee!" was all she heard before feeling a rough glomp to her waist, knocking her to the bed. "GIR! ugh GET OFF!" she panicked. "It's been so long, you're so pretty, Has you been on vacation, your hair is long, you're so pretty, Mastur talks bout youuuu all the time, and sometimes the big-headed boy, you're so pretty." Gir screeched over her protests. Finally, with a rough tug, she removed the crazy, cyan eye colored robot from her waist. 'I can't believe he kept the little nuisance'

'Gir how'd you get in here?" she asked realizing both doors still closed strong. "I burnded a holey thingy under your bed." he stated the reforming to his regular oblivious state at the television.

'Well okay then, easy enough, the little fool has the television to distract him now."

She fit through the whole with ease, her lithe, thin body just slid through, all accept for her hips that got stuck for a moment, man had they grown...

She found herself in the hallway next to her room, the hole was concealed by a statue 2 feet in front but there was the possibility of its notice so she had to move fast.

Zim's POV:

'Those blithering fools had better find the palace breech and close it, those dirt-smellies could manage to come in. I should pry check in on Gaz... where's Tak!?... I'll do it myself then.' I got up, the throne room was empty all accept a human male in a cage being punished for steeling. He was sleeping quietly. I felt boredom kick in like a bag of human nail hitters hitting me in the face. Then something else that brought a pretty little servant to mind, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

She was perfect, danger, violence and beauty wrapped in one, with a lonely side. However her only weakness is found when bound, her strength is far above that of regular female dirt-monkeys... she wasn't like them, she was the only one he didn't mind being around... her attitude was what sparked an interest, the obsession followed.

I made my way down the hall to her room. I unlocked the heavily barracked door... only to find Gir in front of the T.V. in the otherwise empty room...She Escaped!

Gaz's POV:

Hmmm no alarm, but I'm sure he knows by now, I only disobeyed a punishment, it's not like I fled the palace or anything...but he is going to start coming maybe I should hide There's nothing wrong with fucking with his day... after all it was faulty rules to the punishment anyway. Ha not like he could do worse... what was that?

footsteps... defiantly footsteps. I rounded the corner continuously looking behind me only then CRACK! I-I ran into something... after catching my bearings i realized there was nothing in front of me huh?!

I took a step forward, outstretching a hand...there was no invisible wall, or force field or ANYTHING there!

There was a chuckle behind me before I turned. a hand covered my mouth holding my head in place also, an arm wrapped my waist with a hand...a bit too close to my butt! I Looked at the hand... three green fucking fingers! Damn Zim is fast!

As the dragging began back a path to my room I heard him chuckle again. "Now, now, what a bad servant to run out of punishment... I'll have to come up with something worse... what an arduous task." the purred sarcastically... Oh gross! Not thinking about it!.

Before I knew it I was thrown into my room, door locked u tight, tall Irken looking down at me, inching closer and closer. my back now pressed to the wall... I glanced under the bed, the little whole was repaired...Fuck... no way out