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Mr. Mookenstein
Chapter 11
Red and Purple are acting sort of...creepy about meeting Gaz...they're not..."Interested" in her are they?
Ew, no. Red and Purple are just looking forward to seeing what Zim's human weapon can do, not . . . EW! Though I see where you can get that, it definitely isn't meant like that.
KotaWingz
Chapter 11
First of all, I cracked up at your joke at the end! XD Secondly, I myself have several guesses at how Tak enters the story...
1. Tak is secretly working for the U.S. government and is trying to stop Zim so she can have justice, NOT REVENGE.
2. Tak kidnaps Gaz and holds her hostage until Zim agrees to stop taking over the Earth and die.
3. Tak has been hiding out in the mountains or something somewhere and has been in constant contact with Dib. She will then come into the story with her own personal army of Irkens and help Dib fight Zim.
THOSE are my guesses. And I too felt like a celebrity when I saw my comment in chapter 10. You can not imagine my excitement!
1. Wrong
2. Wrong
3. Wrong
Oh, I admire all of your guesses but none of them are even close. Lol.
Be excited again!
fairychix26
Cyapter 11
okay i understand the waiting but please just a chapter a day? maybe at midnight so we wake up with an amasing chapter to read? that would be awsome. well whatever it is your story but i love it so much i can't wait for Gaz to become the face of the restince that will be AWSOME! well till next time
Luv,
Fairy Girl
O.o
Wait, did I update twice in one day?
DAMNIT! Thanks for letting me know.
I'll be more careful. :)
cheddarbiscuit
Chapter 11
Guess three: Tak (presumed dead) Is in reality captured by the... Valkians? Was it Valkians?... You know what I'm talking about, its your fic! She is going to rally them against Zim (because we all know she's that bad ass) and defeat him in his moment of glory.
Guess four: Out of the darkness of the night hell bent on (not revenge!) Tak will swoop down like an eagle in chapter... ehem... '22' accidentally making her 'not revenge' into 'hot revenge.'
Possibly with Dib in a fit of jealous rage.
Aaaaaaaaaand that was disgusting. I'm sorry.
Anyway, actual review time:
-I got the impression that Zim has not discovered 'divorce' yet, or that an engaged, or married, couple actually can be separated, regardless. Any forced separation, like this situation, would be treated like a typical kidnapping legally, it does not matter if she's his fiancee or his girlfriend. But this is ZIM we're talking about here, so he's probably not all that familiar with it. I B nitpickin.
-The birthday scene was adorable.
- Guess five: Oh. That's Tak. With the lightening. Why is the answer always lightening? She's in their home town, isn't she? Or is that Skoodge and you're just screwing with us again?
Yes. That was short, but oh well.
3. No, I made it clear in the 2nd story (or at least, I thought I did) that the all the Valkians were killed after being captured.
4. Omg, definitely not! EW! No, that chapter goes . . . uninterrupted. (blech, I still feel so dirty after writing that)
Zim knows of divorce, he just refuses to acknowledge it. He's more determined to stick to the "eternal bond" thing than most humans are.
5. Hehehe, lightning. I like lightning. It hurts people. :D
Why would I tell you if I was screwing with you? That would take the fun out of it! D:
sanzo-forgetme-plz
Chapter 11
i feel like such a fan girl i plain on tellin the world that u posted my review an aswerd it i had to wake my gradma up at like one in the morning to tell her this! and i cant belive the nerve of that nurse! like gaz would ever let anyone rape her even in her sleep! these stupid adults keep underestimating these guyz this will only lead to their down fall! -oh and dib has friends! BIGEST SHOCKER OF ALL!
HAHA, GRANNIES! I thought that whole "rape" thing was funny. I wanted to elaborate on it, but I didn't know how to drag it out, so it ended up just being mentioned.
LOL on the Dib thing. I want you and KotaWingz to talk now, since they are a Dib-lover and you are a Dib-hater.
DO EEEEEEEET!
HEHEHE, fans.
ngrey651
Chapter 11
"We don't have the right to be vigilantes though, Dib. We don't have the right to take matters into our own hands."
HA! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-WHAT A HYPOCRITE! What an unbelievable-I CANNOT believe that MANIPULATIVE, SPITEFUL, ARROGANT-I...I need a minute. There's something I'd like to call Gaz, but I'm not GOING to call her it because I...am a GENTLEMAN. Even if SHE'S! NO! LADY!
Dear LORD, if something doesn't happen soon, I'm losing ANY respect I might have had for Gaz or Zim. Just when I thought they were FINALLY coming around, that MAYBE they were going to be a little less selfish...BOOM, they do this.
Clearly you underestimate the selfishness of Zim and Gaz. And Gaz is manipulative, and sometimes spiteful, but definitely not arrogant. She's a narcissist, only acknowledging Zim, Dib, and Membrane as people worth anything. Arrogance is Zim's job.
Although I'll admit, I'm confused. How is she being a hypocrite?
Time for Dib and Gaz to get on the road!
Enjoy!
Chapter 12
"New Base of Operations"
It was time to move.
Gaz awoke in the morning to find clothes laid out for her from her suitcase and a small bag with her toiletries in it. There was a note instructing her to get ready immediately. A guard would be waiting outside her door to take her to the plane. She smirked.
So Dib was right.
Thankfully, they had laid out pants for her instead of a skirt. Probably trying to convenience her after her birthday had been spent rather blandly. Gaz hadn't minded in the least but still. At least they'd attempted to make the effort.
Gaz changed into the t-shirt and pants they'd left out before doing her hair and hygiene routines, taking around half an hour to finish. When she was done there was a convenient knock at her door.
"I'm ready!" She informed them, stepping outside and raising a brow at them. "Are we leaving again?"
Ignorance; the perfect cover.
"To ensure your safety, we're relocating you," The man corrected.
Gaz shook her head and sighed, slipping on a sweatshirt. "Ugh, whatever."
"I thought you wanted to protect Gaz." Skoodge said, confused, eyes furrowing in that confusion. "Why are you sending the human zombies after her?"
"I'm giving her and her brother opportunity." Zim explained, casually. "The Tallest wish for Gaz's test of capabilities start now, since it's clear their real test won't start soon enough for their liking. I'm sending a bit of my new army after her plane. They won't hurt her and her family seriously, of course, but it should prove her more than a helpful aspect to my Empire to the Tallest."
Skoodge nodded in awed understanding. "Oooh! So, this is going to be like a test for her?"
"Precisely."
"You think she'll be okay?"
Zim let out an enthusiastic, vindictive laugh that made Skoodge recoil slightly. When he'd stopped, he wiped a tear from his eye and continued. "Oh, silly Skoodge. Clearly you have not witnessed an attack done by my sahlm, and so I shall spare you the mockery. But believe me when you that Zim's love is more then capable of handling a few humans."
"But they've got weapons!"
"Yes," Zim nodded, smirking at the screen as she and her brother boarded. "And so does she. Hers just aren't visible unless you know about them."
As if in response, Gaz's necklace caught a glint of sunlight.
Zim smirked viciously.
"Oh yes, we're in for quite the show. Feel honored, Skoodge!"
"Yes, sir!" He shouted at once, looking a bit frightened as he saluted and stared at the screen with wide, red eyes.
"I WANNA PLAY WITH THE SOLJUHS!" Gir screamed, falling from the roof and landing on Zim's head. "Why can't I? Huh? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY-?"
"GIR! Get off of my head!" Zim screeched, throwing him off.
Gir bounced a couple of times before rolling onto his back and giggling. "I flew like a puppy!"
"Ugh!" Zim rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "He gets a few days away from Gaz and already he refuses to listen to anyone again."
"TAQUITOS!"
"I SAID QUIET, GIR!"
All he got in response was a giggle and a poorly hummed, tuneless noise.
Gaz watched Dib playing on his laptop, headphones in, seeming focused on something or another.
She leaned over his shoulder, peaking at his work. "What're you doing?"
"Trying to trace back Zim's transmission," Dib replied.
Gaz's brow rose. "But we already know where he is. What's the point of finding him again?"
"No, I'm not looking for him!" Dib said, shaking his head. "I'm trying to see if there's a way into his systems, but so far, the security he's got has been keeping me out."
Gaz leaned back, folding her arms behind her head, crossing her legs and shrugging. "If you got new toys, wouldn't you try them out?"
Dib snorted and just kept working.
A few minutes later Gaz felt Dib tense beside her and looked over. "Something wrong?"
"Gaz," He hissed, quietly. "I . . . I think he's sending me a message!"
Gaz's brows rose in surprise. Thankfully the guards were up front, speaking with the president and the more important crew, so there was no chance of them being overheard. She diverted her eyes from them, leaning over to look at the computer screen.
To her surprise, Dib appeared to be right. There were green, unfamiliar (to Dib) characters running across his screen and no matter what buttons he clicked, it simply continued forcibly loading on its own. Gaz's eyes weren't quick enough to catch all the numbers and characters, but it appeared as though it was some type of binary code. Probably one designed specifically to force information on another computer device.
"Zim," they both hissed in quiet unison.
"What's he doing now?" Gaz asked, irritated.
"We could inadvertently communicate that way."
Gaz's eyes narrowed. She'd just seen him the other day. What message was so urgent he needed to send her one now?
Finally the file popped up, a letter of Irken writing entirely, not a word Dib could understand.
"What in the world . . .?" He demanded, glaring at it in confusion.
Gaz, however, was reading it almost easily.
Gaz,
Assuming You Can Read This,
I've received news from the Tallest (who ask about you often by the
way) requesting a video message of your . . . 'talents', since you won't
be able to see them for some time. I recommend you make this latest
demonstration something to look at, more tricks then necessary. My
army will be coming for your plane soon. I recommend you arm yourself,
if you think you'll need to, for they will be armed. They aren't going to
kill you but that doesn't mean you won't get hurt and I'd hate to be
responsible for that.
Love to You,
The Almighty Zim
Her brow rose. So somehow Zim would be filming this, probably by satellite, to entertain the Tallest.
Dib, however, was still in the dark. And she intended to keep him that way.
"Any idea what this says?" Dib asked her, turning after glaring at his own screen for some time.
Gaz gave him a look. "He didn't exactly teach me his language, Dib."
Which was true. He'd given her a disk to learn on her own.
Dib sighed, aggravated. "Why would he send me this when neither of us can read it?"
"No idea," Gaz said, standing up and beginning to equip herself. "But if I know Zim, it's a warning, probably a taunt towards you that if you could read this you'd have time to prepare for something or another."
His eyes widened. "So we're probably about to be attacked?"
"Most likely." She agreed, looking out the window. They were already nearing the airport.
Dib got up, also equipping himself quickly but inconspicuously. "If we're lucky, he'll do it when we land."
The plane gave a violent jolt.
"Apparently we aren't," Gaz growled.
The guards at once noticed Dib sling his case (with laptop inside) over his shoulder as the two ran to the back of the plane. Obviously it was suspicious and so they were pursued.
"Here!" Dib ordered, pulling out what looked like metal footprints and handing her two of them. "Put these on your feet! It'll keep you grounded and stuck to the airplane, just in case."
She did so, peeling off the paper cover and revealing the sticky part, which would stick to her shoes. Good thing she'd worn sneakers.
The men threw aside the curtain, noticing the two of them stare in surprise.
"What're you two doing?" One of the demanded.
Gaz and Dib shared a look of uneasiness.
However the plane's wheels touched ground, knocking the men off their feet and saving them from answering the question. Thankfully, Dib's little devices proved themselves then, keeping them on the ground while everyone else fell.
At the same time, a portion of the plane ripped off, revealing zombified soldiers attacking the plane.
"Ha!" Gaz shouted, narrowing her eyes. "I knew it!"
"We need to get off the plane." Dib said.
Wind ripped through the cabin and the plane, making everyone lift their arms to shield their eyes from the harsh breeze.
"Ugh! I've had enough of this!" Gaz growled, ripping off her necklace and jamming it in her pocket.
"Gaz!" Dib cried out in alarm, hand outstretching towards her as she raced towards the uniformed, disturbing-looking men.
With a great effort, Gaz lifted her foot and slammed it into the first of them, throwing them off of the plane and taking a few with him as he went. She then gripped the top of the opening, swinging herself on top of the plane.
"Little Sister!"
"What is she doing?"
"Damn it, Gaz!" Dib growled, following after her.
"Agent Moth-Man!"
"Where are you going?"
Gaz, already on top of the moving plane, now faced an army of, well, a zombie army that once belonged to the U.S., each with glazed over, entirely white eyes and gray skin. She tensed, arms at her sides and hands in fists.
Groaning in an ominous chant, they headed towards her, arms outstretched.
She smirked, taking more steps back. "That's right. Right over the cockpit. Come on."
Tricks, she thought, focusing on her hands. I'll show them tricks!
"Take this!" She shouted.
Her hands exploded in a frightening amount of power, making even the zombies pause and mutter groans of confusion. Gaz spun around for momentum before throwing her hands in the direction of the creatures that cried out in surprise. The fuchsia flames exploded just before them, coming together in an impact that sent them flying off the plane. It left Gaz to wonder just how they'd been able to stay on in the first place, standing on top of the plane as it gradually continued to slow.
Dib, ducking just as half the zombies were blown off in one hit, jumped up in alarm.
"Gaz!" He shouted over the wind.
She turned, winking at him, before slamming her hand into the metal. Dib's hair blew in his face, blocking his sight. Gaz's hand went hot, burning the metal and weakening it as she swept her hand over the plane. The zombies continued to mindlessly pursue her, stepping on the weakened spot, walking right into her trap as they tumbled down on top of the important men.
"That's all of them!" she informed Dib, running over to him. "We need to get off the plane!"
"But all our stuff-!"
"We'll get new things!" She hissed, "We'll get to your contact and get funds from the account Dad has for us in case of emergency."
"Well how are we going to get off?" Dib demanded. When Gaz gave him a look of disbelief his eyes widened and he screamed, "WE'RE JUMPING OFF OF THE PLANE?"
"Hey!" She defended, smirking, readying herself at the edge. "It was your idea, remember?"
"I thought we'd be using parachutes!" He screeched, terrified as he stood next to her, shaking.
Gaz nudged him, "Come on, Dib. You've raced an alien on a planet in space! How can you be scared now?"
He swallowed, nodding and preparing himself. "You're right. I can do this!"
She rolled her eyes but didn't disagree. "Alright, you'll need to leap up hard! You need to exert enough pressure to break the connection in the magnets and jump high enough in the air to scale the plane. When you hit the ground, hit the ground running or you'll break your legs*. Got it?"
He nodded. "On three!"
"One!"
Two-!"
The plane rocked as the zombies probably got a hold of the plane driver.
"GO!" Gaz shouted.
They both jumped up, high, and the plane disappeared from under them in seconds.
Gaz braced herself as the ground neared her, the weight of the shoes speeding them up just that much more. She almost glanced at Dib, but she had to focus on her own landing to make sure she didn't break anything. As she'd instructed Dib to do, and with immense effort, Gaz hit the ground running, despite the weight of the shoes.
They continued running halfway off the airport grounds before they were forced to stop, feeling like their legs were on fire. Breathing heavily and stumbling to a stop, they bent over, hands on their knees, recovering and looking up at the plane that was now ablaze, where Gaz's hand had been. Her eyes widened.
Dib's jaw dropped. "Oh, sh-!"
An explosion from the back threw some people overboard. Thankfully the plane was rather slow by then, and so they didn't face the perils Gaz and Dib had faced at the speed they'd jumped from. They seemed fine as more people ran from the plane, some of them with zombies following after as they ran from their pursuers.
"They're distracted," Gaz insisted, nudging Dib out of his stupor. "Focus, Dib! How do we get these things off?"
"We need heat to melt off the glue," Dib said at once, and then paled. "Gaz-!"
"Close your eyes, I won't burn you." She insisted, getting down on one knee and grumbling, "Big baby."
Dib did as he was told, feeling the warmth through his shoe. He heard the metal hit the floor on one shoes before he switched, thankful (and surprised) that she hadn't ruined them. They weren't even burnt.
When he was done, she did it to herself, sitting down so she could do both of them at the same time. She ignored her heavy breathing, refusing to allow her body the luxury of being tired. They didn't have time for this!
Finally the metal fell off and Gaz jumped back to her feet.
Just as the plane, fully evacuated, exploded.
"GAZ!" Dib shouted. "Look what you-!"
"It couldn't be helped, and everyone is fine anyways," She insisted. "Now come on, we need to find transportation!"
"I already contacted my source," Dib insisted, jerking his thumb in the direction they needed to go. "I told them to meet us over by the front terminals."
"Then let's go!"
She grabbed his wrist and the two began running, their already sore calves protesting at the extra exertion. But the two had no choice as they ran, Dib holding his laptop bag to his chest so it wouldn't continuously flap and hit him. He'd have enough bruises to deal with in the morning. Dib definitely didn't need anymore.
Gaz wasn't concerned with the government or the Swollen Eyeball chasing after them. Not until the head count and there wouldn't be one until everyone was escorted to a safety house. By then, she and Dib would be long gone. Maybe if they were lucky they would be thought for dead.
Finally the two skirted the building, where people were running all over, probably due to the explosion. The panicked and weary looking expressions on Dib and Gaz's faces didn't seem out of place in the least.
"Who's picking us up again?" Gaz demanded, eying the chaos she'd caused.
Dib was suddenly weary, smiling at her awkwardly. "Um, an old friend."
Gaz's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who?"
A car pulled up then, the window rolling down. Gaz's back was to the street, and so she did not see, but Dib did. He was about to warn their new assistant, but it was too late.
"Hi, Dib!"
Dib paled.
Gaz spun around in horror.
Gretchen, from in the car, considerably pleased she could help her crush since Grade-Skool and jumping at the opportunity (even at the expense of her father's money), was wiggling her fingers at Dib in a wave. She was batting her lashes at Dib, smiling with straightened teeth, thanks to those awful braces of hers that had gotten removed the summer before Hi-Skool. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't exactly as pretty as Gaz either (despite Gaz's extreme disapproval of her good lucks, she was, in fact, fairly attractive).
Gaz turned back around slowly, face black with fury. "No."
"Gaz, we've got no other choice!" Dib hissed at her, giving Gretchen an awkward smile. She swooned a little, blushing furiously. "Everyone else took off to who knows where and she's the only one willing to help.
"She's a fan-girl, Dib!" Gaz snapped, stomping a foot on the ground in a childish manner. "The worst of the Skool! Everything the four of us did, she was the first to fawn over it and act like we were heroes!"
"Well we're kind of being heroes now, aren't we?"
"Don't make me hit you."
"Hey, Gretchen's dad has got connections and money. This is our only option, and it's a good one at that!"
"I'll take my chances on the streets, with the zombies." She growled, moving to push past him.
Dib groaned. "You made me do this Gaz!"
"Do wha-? DIB!"
Having attempted to walk past him, Dib ducked under Gaz, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder as he walked towards the car, ignoring both her protests and his sore body's, at carrying extra weight. She was kicking him relentlessly in the chest, pounding on his back as well. Upon seeing that she was drawing far too much attention to herself, she stopped, crossing her arms and muttering curses towards her brother. A part of her was tempted to burn him, as her necklace was still in her back pocket (how had it not fallen out?), but then he'd just drop her and that wouldn't help anyone.
Dib opened the back door, tossing Gaz inside and slamming it shut before she could get out. He got in the passenger seat, quickly locking the doors and motioning for Gretchen to go, which she did. And so Gaz was left with no choice but to remain in the car.
Sighing in relief, buckling up, Dib turned and smiled at Gretchen. "Hey, thanks for doing this. You didn't have to."
"Yeah, you really shouldn't have," Gaz added, her tone laced with sarcasm that Gretchen didn't seem to notice or chose to ignore, so she could pretend that she was being appreciated by her heroes.
Dib shot her a look over the chair.
Gretchen giggled, blushing unattractively. It made her skin look splotchy. Gaz continued to scowl at her, pointing out every single flaw she could find so she could use it against her at some later time, should Gretchen suddenly turn on her. It was likely. Most worship-type relationships ended with a betrayal of some sort or another.
"Oh, it's no problem of course!" Gretchen insisted, batting her lashes at Dib before turning her attention back to the road. "I feel like such a rebel, helping you two out, running from the law and all."
Gaz gave Dib a look that clearly stated, 'Just what did you tell her?'
In reply he gave a look that said, 'I'll tell you later! Just play along!'
Rolling her eyes, she gave silent agreement nonetheless by making no objections to the story.
"Yeah," Gaz said instead, blandly. "So much rebellion in a car drive to someone's house."
Gretchen slammed on the breaks as a car veered off in front of her, glaring disapprovingly as they sped away. "People seem to be on edge. Wonder what got into them."
Gaz and Dib shared another look.
"Yeah," Dib agreed, turning away to look out the window. "Some mystery."
*That is true for jumping off moving trains, so I guessed the same could be applied to airplanes.
PSH! Not that they'd know anything about any airport troubles! (sideways glance)
Yes, I involved Gretchen, Dib's biggest fan. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Magic ponies.
K, I'm done now!
Until the next chapter!
