Chapter Six: Darkness
Warning: somewhat sad and contains a character with no name but is constantly mentioned. A certain 'c' word is said once, it's a bad word, but used appropriately, I think.
For no reason at all, the healing process hurt more than when he'd been injured. This little fact only proved to frustrate Dib more, which in turn, frustrated Zim as well. It was good that he'd sent Zim away on an impossible task while one of House's many doctors poked at Dib. He just wished he hadn't underestimated Tak's power of annoyance. "What's your name?" She chirped, leaning on top of the doctor, who was currently leaned over Dib's back.
"...Please, get off of me..." The poor man sighed, he'd been somewhat briefed on this one, and she was confirming what he'd been told. "I'm trying to concentrate..."
"Tak, back off," Dib ordered. But Tak started singing her happy song instead. "Sorry about her..." Dib apologized to him. Strangely, Tak's mental state simply kept decreasing. Maybe it was because of Skoodge's absence.
That had him worrying about Skoodge. They knew what happened to Gaz, but they never heard anything about Skoodge... Dib hoped for both Skoodge and Tak's sake that he was alright.
...
It hadn't stormed like this in a long time, to Zim anyway. The rain formed rivers out of the small streets, seeming like a bad omen. Zim hoped it wasn't. Lightning streaked the sky, reminding him of better times. He was safely feet away from the onslaught of poison water, perched on a bench far under an overhanging. He could just make out the sound of his keyboard as he typed commands. He'd ditched the stupid little errands Dib wanted him to do, taking the opportunity to do something he didn't want humans watching. Or Tak for that matter.
Even if he was currently grounded to Earth...he wouldn't let that Kaito bastard get away with what he'd done. Defeating Kaito would probably be harder than taking over Earth...which Zim hadn't done either. Gaz had taken over Earth...as well as several other planets, including his own home of Irk.
...but she wasn't there anymore. They'd lost a major player now. ...And Skoodge...but did that really matter? Maybe for Tak's sanity it did. But Zim wasn't about to go on a crazy mission to get the idiot back.
Another defense firewall was hit and Zim growled in frustration. The sounds of falling acid nearby didn't help his concentration. He could find a place inside...but he knew Tak would somehow find him. She always did...like Gir...thinking of him, where had that little dookie run off to, anyway?
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Somewhere In Another Galaxy:
It had been several hours now...but the little bugger wouldn't leave... "Wanna be friends wid de pancakes...PLEASE?" Gir shouted again.
"No!" The alien yelled, beginning to lose his mind...again.
"W-Why...not?" Gir asked, about to cry. The alien looked up from the ground to the little android sitting a foot away.
"Because you're friends are somewhere else...probably enjoying life..." The alien replied.
Gir deadpanned and stared at the alien for a good five minutes. "Oh yeeeeaaaahhhh..." Gir said loudly. The poor alien sighed. "Wonder where theyz went..."
"...Away from you, apparently..." The alien mumbled, but Gir didn't hear him.
"Hey yous!" Gir yelled, pointing at the alien. "Wanna be friends?"
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We Now Return To Our Regularly scheduled Program:
"Flirking Blorch..." Zim cursed under his breath for the millionth time. It had been darn near impossible to get past all the firewalls...now that he was in the system, viruses were attacking out of nowhere! A complete system failure was exactly what he needed...
So wrapped up in what was going on in the computer world, Zim didn't realize that something bright green and fuzzy had just dropped out of the sky and landed with a squeak on the pavement. The green fuzzball scratched its head before heading over to Zim's side. "MASTER! I missded youuuuu!" Gir screamed loudly, making Zim loose his concentration, causing a system-wide failure on his laptop...technically Dib's laptop.
"Gir! What the flirk!" Zim yelled. Then he realized he hadn't seen Gir in what seemed like decades. "Where have you been...?" He asked, honestly curious.
"...Around..." Gir mumbled, pulling a Suck Monkey out of his doggy suit and sucking on it noisily.
"...Um...yeah." Zim looked back at the computer and decided to give up for the moment. Maybe Dib would have better luck...having already had practice hacking into Zim's programs. "...You didn't miss me..." Zim mumbled, Gir's sentence finally registering in his mind.
The drink fell from Gir's hands and spilled all over the pavement, Zim was so thankful his feet were on the bench and not the nasty pavement below. "YES I DID!" Gir yelled, jumping up onto Zim's head and attaching himself there. "I missded you SO MUCH!" This is when Gir started to cry. Not even trying to remove Gir, Zim sighed.
"...Okay...you missed me...I guess," Zim said, wishing Gir would let go on his own.
"I...I-I loves you, Master..." Gir mumbled.
"Master...?" Zim echoed. Gir hadn't called Zim that since before the Gaz took over earth. Suddenly, Zim was content to let Gir be attached to his head as long as he wanted.
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"Ow…" Dib muttered lamely. Pain was slowly shooting through his whole shoulder, spreading to his back and arm. He thought with the doctor behind him the pain would be receding…. "Hey…that's really starting to hurt," Dib said, turning to look at the blonde doctor.
Another twinge of pain went down his spine. "Oh…so sorry…" The doctor said with a weird edge to his voice, making Dib hesitate. He'd almost sounded sarcastic. Shadows covered the man's eyes, making his expression hard to read. "…you should get used to it…you alien-snogging bastard," He hissed in Dib's ear.
"W-What?" Dib gasped, he thought House was the only one who knew about Zim.
"You heard me...I hope you like pain...The Meekrob have lots of it in store for you," The man said darkly, no longer hiding his malice.
"The Meekrob?" Dib echoed in fear, he suddenly hoped desperately that Zim was somewhere safe, not even thinking of himself. He'd sent Tak away to the ship with Miz after a few more minutes of annoyance, so they were probably safe.
"The prophesy has to be fulfilled," The man behind him whispered darkly. With more strength than he thought he had, Dib threw the man backwards off of him and leapt off the bed, nearly falling off in the process. But he somehow stuck the landing and took off at full speed down the hall, away from the creepy man. He ignored the pain and just focused on finding Inx, or House, or someone who would know what was going on.
OUTSIDE
A huge thud sounded from the door, surprising Gir into falling from Zim's head. "Huh?" Zim walked over to the door and pushed the handle. "-The flirk.."
"Wassat?" Gir asked from the concrete where he'd fallen. Zim looked back at the fallen dog. How could anyone mistake the little guy for a dog, anyway? Especially since the Meekrob had come...
"Gir, open this door," Zim ordered. Under the green dog hood Gir's eyes glowed red for a moment as he saluted.
"Yes, My Master," He said in monotone before flying straight into the large metals doors, landing with a shriek on the concrete once more.
So...even the destructive Gir couldn't break through these doors. Zim did a quick look around to see if anyone was watching before several spider limbs came flying out of his pak to shoot lasers at the doors and stab at them violently. At the end of it they retracted as Zim lightly panted. The doors didn't even have a scratch. "GraaaaaGHHHHH!""
Gir covered his doggy ears as he heard every known Irken curse there was. His ears were still covered when Zim plopped down hopelessly next to him. It was still raining heavily and there weren't any windows into the building under the overhanging. So no way into the building. They were stuck there on the small section of concrete.
"Soooo..." Zim breathed out as he hugged his knees, "Have fun in space?"
"I made friends with a mongoose!" Gir shouted.
"...'course you did..." Zim mumbled.
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Running through the halls was getting tiring, but at least he thought he was on the right track. Follow the signs. Dib kept repeating the mantra. Eventually it led him to a small glass room with an office next to it. Dib stopped to catch his breath before going in.
There he was, sitting at his desk playing with a tennis ball in one hand, holding the cane in the other. "House...Dr. House," Dib mumbled, not sure exactly what to say, just coming out with it. "What the hell, man? That other guy you sent in earlier...he started saying weird things...like about the prophesy..." Dib stopped talking because of the strange look House was giving.
"Did he, now?" House asked sarcastically. "Maybe that's because...I told him to..."
"You...what?" Dib said stumbling a step backwards.
The atmosphere turned a little colder as Dib began to catch onto what was going on. "The Meekrob really want you, Dib. They're only trying to help us here on Earth..." House muttered, "They're on our side...why can't you see that?"
Chills went up Dib's spine at House's words. "Because...I love a certain alien and I don't think he's allowed on the Meekrob side," Dib said strongly.
A deep resonating laugh erupted from House. "That little moron? Look...the decision is easy, the fate of the Meekrob, Earth and the Universe in general...or that weird little outcast who probably doesn't even know what love is."
"You're right," Dib whispered, "It is easy. I chose Zim a long time ago." The response had House growling and clutching the tennis ball tightly.
"Wrong choice," House said angrily, "Not like it's up to you, anyway. The Meekrob know where you are now, you're trapped." He grinned and bounced the tennis ball against the floor lazily.
"Where's Zim?" Dib asked quickly, ready to bolt.
"How should I know?" House asked, turning from malicious to lethargic. "He probably ran off somewhere."
Backing away, Dib flung a few choice words and pelted out of the room to find Zim...or at least someone on his side.
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How much longer would he last? The singing had been going on for so long. "Do you like tacos? Cause I like tacos!" Gir sang off-key.
"...Shut...up...Gir," Zim grated out. He was curled up beside the bench, staring out at the waves of poison crashing down outside.
"TACOS!" A taco suddenly popped out of Gir's head and slammed right into the metal doors, causing them the swing open and remain open.
"...Seriously...Really...What?" Zim face-palmed before striding through the doors proudly as though he had been the one to open them. "Come on, Gir."
"Woo hoo!" Gir yelled.
"Gir! Quiet!" Zim yelled, somehow louder than Gir.
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There was something to go on, yelling. Not much, but enough for Dib to guess who it was. But it sounded lower, on the first level. Here he was on the third. It seemed like all the elevators were blocked and every stairwell he found had locked doors.
Most of the rooms he passed were empty or else had closed doors. But one struck him as eerie. The door was cracked open and a muffled whimpering could be heard. Dib stopped and merely listened a moment. It sounded so familiar somehow.
He eased the door open bit by bit and made his way across the room. The first bed was empty and all made up, a curtain surrounded the next space. Rather than pull the curtain aside in one sweep Dib walked around. Tension building as the whimpering grew louder and more desperate as the sounds of Dib's footfalls came closer.
Finally rounding the edge of the curtain, Dib nearly threw up at what he saw. Light green blood everywhere from cuts that still oozed. Inx had been gagged and bound to the bed with white cloths. Tears ran down from her misty gray eyes and her antennae were limp in front of her. Her eyes widened and she tried to speak through the gag.
"Oh, God...Inx..." Dib whispered, holding his mouth and trying to will the nausea away. As Dib watched on, too shocked to move, Inx seemed to be shaking her head rapidly at something behind Dib.
He managed to turn just as something smashed into the back of his head. It still bloody hurt, but it didn't knock him out now. It was the blonde doctor again, with the ruins of a lamp in hand. "Dirty piece of shit," The doctor hissed in anger.
"Shut up...ass hole," Dib hissed back. "What the hell have you done to Inx?"
"Something that has always needed to be done..." He said sullenly, taking a broken piece of lamp glass in his hand. Dib edged away, having no weapon.
"...You're sick," Dib said, "She's just a little girl...How can you do this...?"
"You're the one snogging these...disgusting creatures," He said, motioning to Inx. "They deserve this..." The strange doctor came at Dib, aiming straight for his middle, but Dib dodged easily. Or not...a chunk of glass from the lamp sliced into Dib's bare foot, making him cry out in pain and nearly fall. But he caught himself on a table nearby.
The sudden increase in whimpering caught Dib's attention and he noticed how much closer the doctor was to Inx. "Get the hell away from her," Dib said darkly. The doctor grinned and stepped closer, making her cry more.
"Make me..." He said, holding the piece of glass close to Inx.
Dib made to jump at the doctor, but something strong latched onto his arms, holding him back. Thick vines from a pot on the table encircled him, keeping him from moving. "Leave her alone!" Dib yelled, not believing what he was seeing.
The doctor only smiled more and crept closer. "Shh, it'll only hurt a little longer...Trust me, I'm a doctor..." The creepy blonde brought the makeshift weapon up to Inx's neck. Suddenly an old image arose, one of Rin bleeding out and dying, singing her last words to him. An image of Gaz kneeling in front of a madman…
"...shit..." He whispered hollowly. "GET OFF HER you bastard!" Dib yelled louder than before.
The whimpering suddenly stopped and it seemed like time froze. Through bleary, misted eyes Dib saw much more blood spilled, leaking over the edge and onto the off-white floor. Her eyes fell half-closed, staring at nothing anymore.
The vines loosened their hold and Dib bolted from the room, not even chancing to glance at the apparently insane doctor.
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Hospital maps never made any sense at all. A rambling Gir didn't help. And no one was around to tell him what the hell was going on. The elevator he took down wasn't working and the stairs were apparently not in order either, since the doors wouldn't open.
Looking at another blocked elevator, Gir's singing was enough. "Screw this shit..." Without even looking this time, a pak claw dove into the metal elevator door, prying it open. "come on, Gir," He said happily, walking right through the malfunctioning doors. Gir flew in and hit the opposite side. This didn't seem to deter Zim at all as he shoved a pak leg through the elevator panel to make it work.
Gir busied himself with singing the doom song while they went up. It was the third floor, where on the third floor...Zim didn't know, but he knew the floor, and that was good enough for the moment.
Upon stepping out the air felt weird...colder than the first floor. The entire place was cold, but this was colder than usual. He brushed it off and started walking down the hall like he knew where he was going. "Where you goin?" Gir asked, pausing in the doom song.
"To get Dib, duh," Zim said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh!" … "Where he at?" Gir asked in pure curiosity. Zim stopped in his tracks to stare at Gir.
"I...don't know..." Zim admitted and kept walking.
Something hard crashed into the back of Zim, nearly knocking him over completely, but he managed to stay upright. "-the flirt…?" Whatever it had been was struggling to stay up, too. That was when he caught the scent of blood, not just Human but Irken as well.
Looking up, the Irken received a shock, like an electrical jolt. He'd never seen Dib so disheveled. "Dib? Dib, what the flirk is going on?" Said boy looked down at him like he just realized Zim was even there.
"Z-Zim..." Dib gasped, his tear and sweat streaked face making him look like shit. "We-We've gotta get out of here...now!"
Normally the Irken would have stalled and bothered the human for details, but the desperation on Dib's face made him think twice. Immediately he took hold of Dib's wrist and lead him to the same elevator Zim had just used. He made sure to snag Gir up by one doggy ear along the way.
One inside the small metal box, Zim let Dib lean against him completely. The smell of blood had him looking down to the boy's bloodied foot, wondering what the hell happened to him. "Explain. Now," Zim commanded.
"The Meekrob...House gave us up to them, we're caught," Dib said breathlessly. Zim tensed up. "...That's what House said anyway..."
"Where's Tak?" Zim asked, knowing if she was like Gir now there was no telling where she'd wander off to. Still being held up by one ear, Gir began to softly hum the doom song to himself, going unnoticed by either of the others.
Glancing once at the Pak leg impaling the wall, Dib ignored his curiosity at the action. "In the ship with Miz," Dib answered.
"Good," Zim grunted, glad that they didn't have to search the two of them down. "What about Inx? It wouldn't do to forget her again," Zim said, remembering when Inx first saw him return, how upset she'd been.
"...Forget her..." Dib mumbled darkly. The Irken gave Dib a questioning glance. "She's...gone...we can't get her back..." Suddenly, Zim was reminded of the smell of Irken blood, but decided to get his answers later in the safety of the ship. The doors opened and they were confronted with a horrible moaning and rank, burned smell. Something much like dookie.
"-the flirk..." Zim breathed and he inched out of the metal contraption, his pak leg not quite leaving the wall just yet. The halls had dimmed considerable, several lights flickering in and out. The moaning came from down the hall, away from where Zim had come from. "Can you read maps?" Zim asked quickly.
"Better than you," Dib grunted, trying to keep balance as Zim leaned away from him. Without thinking, Zim picked a hospital map from his pak and tossed it at the human, not looking to see if he caught it.
"Better read quickly," Zim mumbled, catching Dib's hand and running out of the elevator, carrying Gir under his arm for the time being. Rotating between singing and humming, the Sir Unit assumed they were going on a ride.
Having caught the map but not getting enough time to properly open and study it, Dib struggled to make out the words as he did his best to keep up with Zim. That damn glass shard wasn't helping matters in the least. Seeing something vaguely familiar, Dib pointed at an upcoming turn. "There!" He yelled.
Not pausing in the least, Zim took the turn and kept going, trusting Dib to read and run at the same time. The hall they'd taken ended with a large set of metal double doors with glass windows that had red smears streaking them. "I really don't think this is right..." Zim seethed, stopping in front of the doors.
"Um..." Dib inspected the small print more closer and realized he'd been reading the wrong level. He switched to the right map and saw the words 'Operating Room' clearly printed on the slot in front of them. "You're right...this isn't right..."
Giving an aggravated growl, Zim let Dib have a small bit of peace to scan the pathetic piece of paper and get the direction correct. The stains on the small windows made him both nervous and excited. Damn his instincts telling him bloodshed was awesome. The light above flickered and Gir began to spout out static rather than his usual droning voice. Moaning could be heard behind them that made both of them turn around.
Strange nurses with ruined white uniforms. They were all carrying some sort of rusted medical device as a weapon and none seemed to know how to properly walk upright, swaying and flailing their arms. But it wasn't that that was creepy, nor the bloodstains or the tendency for their tattered clothes to slip and fall at times. It was their twisted, nonsensical faces. There were no eyes nor mouths or any other distinguishable features. Just a morphed and distorted limp atop each wrecked body.
"D-Dib..." Zim whispered.
"Uh-huh," Dib panted/whimpered.
"Is this normal...for Earth hospitals...?" He asked, hoping against hope that this was just a bad day at the office for these girls.
"...No, Zim, it's not..." Dib answered, edging away from the zombie-like figures and back towards the double doors.
The strange twisted nurses were blocking their way back into the hallway, and the only other way was to go through the doors into the strange bloodstained room. Grasping Dib's wrist once more and tightening his hold on Gir's head Zim gave Dib a stern look. "Hold your breath," Zim ordered. He could already smell what was in the next room and was afraid the poor boy could pass out from the stench.
"...Why?" Dib asked, afraid to know.
"You'll see," Zim grunted, bolting through the doors without warning, leaving the moaning nurses behind.
Deep pools of red stained the entirety of the room, concentrating on the center where a metal table lay with large bleeding chunks sat haphazardly. Gir quit spouting static and awed at the room, finding it to be amazing. Honestly, Zim found it to be quite inspiring, too, but would never admit that to the scared-stiff human next to him. Dib was shaking and had closed his eyes as well as covered his nose with the map to block out the stench.
Squinting through the mess and vileness, Zim spotted a door on the opposite side of the room to which he pulled Dib. Loud squishes were ushered from Zim's boots as he walked, poor Dib had no shoes as his blood was mixed with that on the floor. Carefully, Zim led Dib around a mysterious chunk that seemed saturated with blood and oozed profusely.
Not even pausing, Zim kicked the door open with one boot and stomped his way through, beginning to get fed up with it all. There was nothing that could stop him in his rampage to find their way out of the stupid place Tak had brought them to.
Halfway down the hall, though, stood a vaguely familiar figure. Blonde hair, blue eyes, smug face, some sort of cleaver in his hand…. The only thing that came to mind was being annoyed at this person. A lot. The boy beside him, however, recognized this man because he started to glare hard at him. "Who the hell are you?" Zim asked. He was the only one allowed to make Dib so angry, not this stranger…whoever the hell he was.
"My name is-" But they never heard the rest, that raspy voice had been too slow before Zim just shot him, point blank in the head. The body thudded to the ground uselessly. It was fun to hear the crunches under Zim's boots as they walked down the hall, away from the body. Much to Zim's relief, Dib relaxed and was easier to drag along once the man was dead and on the ground.
"Where now, Dib?" Zim asked, coming to a crossroad in the hallways. Turning the map over in his hand, Dib merely shrugged while attempting to read it. As Zim growled in frustration, Gir suddenly made his way out of Zim's grip and started dancing on the floor.
"Hey…" Dib said, a glint of something in his eyes…hope? "Can't…Can't Gir get us out of here?"
"..?" Zim looked down at said Gir, pondering on that. "I dunno, I made him a locator chip once…but there's no telling if it's actually in that head right now…"
"Hey…where's my TAQUITOS!" Gir spouted randomly.
"GIR!" Zim snapped, causing Gir to just fall over with a clank on the tiled floor. "Where is the nearest exit!"
"Uhm….." Gir stood on his head and seemed to give it thought before going back to singing the doom song.
Before Zim could get even angrier Dib stepped in. "Where's the taco, Gir?" Dib asked lightly.
"Taco?" Gir repeated.
"Taco…?" Zim echoed, giving Dib a questioning glance.
"Yeah, Gir, where is it?" Dib asked again, watching the robot ponder.
"That way!" Gir said pointing to the left hallway. Zim grinned and picked Gir up once more, and continued dragging them down the hallway.
After much threatening, singing of the doom song, one forced dance, and much of Zim ranting and many angry words, they arrived at the large glass front of the hospital. "Thank fucking god…" Dib sighed, rubbing his head. He couldn't take much more of the doom song.
"Your 'god' had nothing to do with this…" Zim mumbled, peering about the place in a paranoid fashion.
"What?" Dib asked, looking around, too. "Is…is there someone around…?"
"…I'unno…" Well, that wasn't a good answer, and Dib made sure Zim knew that with an elbow to the ribs. To which the alien nudged back. Thus began a mini nudging war, distracting them just enough that they totally missed the figure in the shadows moving towards the doors, blocking the path. Another shadow from the other side joined it and waited. "Let's go, idiot-Hyuman…" Zim grunted. Dib grunted something incomprehensive in return, leaning on Zim for the journey to the door.
"So…we meet again…" Someone from the door said darkly. Dib jumped and noticed the two people by the door.
"Out of the way, Hyumans…" Zim growled, gripping his gun once more.
"I don't think so," The cunt woman said, causing Zim to growl all the more. Dib squinting and could finally see the two people, illuminated with the faint light from the still raining sky outside the hellish place.
"They're just using you…the Meekrob. They'll probably kill you once they're done with you," Dib pleaded to them.
"Not probably. Definitely," Zim corrected.
But this didn't phase House in the least. "Doesn't matter, as long as the Human race is protected."
"But don't you see, they don't care about Earth at all!" Dib yelled at them.
"You're the one who can't see, you're blinded by that Irken…The Meekrob need you…The human race needs you," House said softly, "This is a chance to save humanity. Isn't that what you wanted all along, Dib? To save Earth? Come with us now, and you'll be a hero…everyone will love you."
There wasn't a single spark of flame in the old man's eyes as he leaned on his cane. The words were completely sincere. He would be a hero…he would finally have saved Earth. He looked down and saw bright cyan eyes staring wide at him, as though this were just some soap opera. The grip Zim had on Dib's middle keeping him upright tightened slightly the longer Dib took to respond. "I don't need Earth…No one cared before…So, why should I care now…?" Dib said, fighting the urge to glance at Zim, instead he kept his eyes locked on House.
"Too bad, boy. I guess we'll do this by force then," House mumbled. Cuddy raised some sort of gun, pointed at Dib. He could feel the laser pass his skin, bristling. But it was going the opposite way, towards Cuddy. The entire next moment went by so fast, Dib couldn't catch it all. Closing his eyes, he waited until all was quiet again.
Before he even opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. The grip on him wasn't supportive as it had been, but was now leaning against him, searching for support. A loud clang reverberated on the floor that Dib could feel in his bare feet. The faint scent of blood pelted at him. Opening his eyes again, he saw the two figures were gone, on closer inspection they weren't gone but slumped against the wall…dead and gone.
A gloved hand clenched to Dib's front, struggling to stay upright. The sight of Zim wasn't a comforting one. Because his holograph was on, bright red stained his chest, quickly spreading and starting to drip to the floor. Behind faux black hair, Zim's expression was one of pain. "Fuck…!" Dib whispered. Noticing the slowly growing puddle below them, he cursed again, more loudly this time. "Gir, lead us to the ship!"
Gir saluted, not realizing what was going on or why Dib was the one to order him around. He skipped to the door as Dib followed, agonizingly slow, trying to walk without hurting himself but while carrying most of Zim's weight as well. The gun lay forgotten on the dark floor, now covered in sticky, Irken blood.
Once outside, Dib cursed again. The rain was still just as heavy as earlier and just as poisonous. Zim seemed to become coherent for a moment as he stared at the falling rain and gathering puddles. "Gir…play…Sailor Moon…" Zim ordered softly, sounding out of breath. Dib had taken it as something mumbled in a moment of pain, not something to be taken seriously. But Gir made a squee noise and began shifting his parts about, transforming as cheesy music floated out of him. Now on the ground lay a large, green and black, metal umbrella. "You can…stand…under my…umbrella…" Zim breathed with a slightly pained grin as he clung to Dib. Dib smiled softly before bending to get the umbrella, trying not to jar Zim in the process.
"Neat…" Dib mumbled once the umbrella was over them. It took care of the rain and gave Gir something to do besides sing the doom song. Zim thudded his head against Dib's chest and rested there, pointing a hand in the right direction. Dib made his way out and tried to follow Zim's and Gir's strange directions until they reached the ship.
The door looked weird, like someone had tried to pry it open. Throwing open the hatch and getting safely inside, Dib looked around for the two he knew to be there. "Tak?" He called. She didn't seem to be there. Gir transformed back into himself and started chasing a tail that he didn't have. There was no one around and Dib wondered where they were. He checked the control room and saw Tak slumped against the chair, looking like she'd wrestled with a bear with her arms and legs tied up behind her. But there was no Miz to be seen. "Tak, where's Miz…?"
"Dib…Dib...Dib…" Tak mumbled, almost drunkenly. She shook her head and reached for the controls. "We've…we've gotta go….gotta leave…just go…"
"Where's Miz?" Dib asked again, strongly. Tak looked around shiftily before beginning to cry.
"Gone!" Tak wept. "They came and took him, Dib! He's just gone, we've gotta go before they come back!"
"Gone…?" Dib echoed painfully. He turned and left Zim in the other room near Gir before turning back to Tak, taking the controls from her. "Go help Zim, I'll steer us out," He said darkly.
"There's coordinates…" Tak mumbled as she left, "On the dash…" She shut the door on her way out, leaving Dib to solitude as he started the ship and started to go up…up into space.
What the hell was happening lately…? More importantly…who took Miz? The controls nearly broke with how hard Dib gripped them. He could hear Zim bitch and moan in the other room and Tak chastising him. Gir's doom song etched itself into Dib's mind. It was as though darkness followed them eternally now. Couldn't they ever get a break?
Taking a glance at the coordinates, Dib typed them into the auto pilot and let the ship handle itself. But he didn't leave the control room just yet. Instead, he stared into space…thinking about when everything went wrong…when everyone had started to die all around him. At least Zim was still there…for now. But if Dib wasn't careful…Zim would be gone, too.
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A/N
Don't kill me in a blaze of fire! Or do...meh. Can you tell that I like Silent Hill? Just don't play it by yourself in a dark room O_0 it gets freaky. Sorry for not updating a lot, hectic summery doom summer doom doom doom doom. Imma go watch a musical now. ^3^ Thank you and goodnight.
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