OMG another chapter? I write this to make people happy, but I want to dedicate this story to three avid readers:

KoopaEater- you've been wantin' this story for forever, no?

Ranekaera- you, too, have been waiting for this.

VickytheIronTalon- our friendship was made through Eleven, so this whole thing is very special to the both of us. :33333

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It was nearly sundown when Reep had kidnapped Eleven. The smeet was under his arm now, whimpering and trying to scream but was muffled by one of Reep's hands. The Irk was walking quickly to avoid confrontation by nosy humans and so had taken alleyways as it had grown darker to stay hidden.

He was almost to his ship now. It was deep within the park, nestled among the trees to keep it from prying eyes.

Reep cautiously jumped over a gate, the smeet in his arms whimpering for help again.

"You know," Reep cooed smoothly, "you should really try to reserve your strength. You'll tire yourself out trying to escape and that would mean an early bedtime."

Eleven whined and bit roughly into Reep's hand. Reep stopped walking and pulled his hand away, inspecting it. He couldn't see blood seeping through the glove, so he ignored it and continued on, covering the smeet's mouth again before he could scream. The child was quickly becoming a nuisance.

Eleven kicked out and tried to keep Reep's hand away but even he knew Reep was right when he said he would tire. The smeet wanted to go to bed and wake in the morning to find himself at home, with ZiM downstairs yelling at GIR again and nobody knowing he existed except ZiM. He knew that wasn't going to happen.

"No!" the smeet shouted, trying to keep Reep's hand from silencing him, "No! Go away! Leave me alone!"

Reep growled and pushed against Eleven's tiny hands, trying to walk and keep the smeet quiet as he went along, "Struggling will get you nowhere, little smeet. Now hold still."

Eleven let tears fall from his eyes and he shook his head, "No! I wanna go home! Please, just take me back home! Please!"

Reep's growl deepened and he silenced the smeet roughly by slipping his glove off and gagging him with it. He needed him as quiet as possible until he could get him back to the ship. Just a few more minutes and he would be home free.

Eleven trembled in Reep's grasp, scared out of his wits. He tried curling up into a little ball, but Reep shook him gently to stop him from doing that. So the smeet settled for giving himself a hug to calm his nerves. That and imagining what ZiM would do once he had his holographic hands on Reep wasn't too bad an idea, either.

Reep smirked when the smeet stopped fighting him. Probably thought it better to just listen to him than continue with something so pointless.

The purple-eyed Irk came to a large gate and jumped over it, hugging Eleven close when he yelped in surprised. Reep landed gracefully on the other side of the gate and patted the little smeet on the back.

"Hush now," he cooed again, "We're almost to your new home. Aren't you excited?"

Eleven shook his head roughly, trying to spit the gag out. Reep just chuckled and looked at what he had left to accomplish to get to his ship and off the planet. He just needed to run across the street and into the park, where he would find his ship, strap the smeet down, and get him off this rock. Seemed simple enough.

Reep's PAK opened, his spider-legs springing out and he ran forwards at the street, the PAK's spider legs pushing him off the ground and landing him a few yards into the park. The smeet clung to Reep's shirt, eyes shut tight in fear. He hadn't been expecting that.

Reep smiled and hugged Eleven close, trying to comfort him, "Oh, now don't be afraid. I've got you."

The smeet wanted to glare up at his captor and snap at him, but refrained from it. He didn't want to push Reep too far and find out what this monster was truly capable of. Eleven settled for an angry jerk of the head away from his captor.

Reep's PAK retracted its spider-legs as he continued onwards, quite pleased with the lack of response the Tallests had prepared for the protection of the precious little smeet. He knew they were moronic, but this was a new low.

The monster smiled at that thought. He was going to surprise everyone with his final transformation and then rid this universe of every parasite. It would be glorious.

A sudden jerk from the smeet pulled Reep from his thoughts and watched as Eleven pulled the glove-gag out of his mouth, then glared up at him as he threw it into the bushes.

"Go an' get it," the smeet ordered with a point.

Reep growled, carrying Eleven over to the bushes to search for the discarded cloth, "Did you believe I would set you down to commence my search?"

The smeet said nothing and simply crossed his arms, watching the monster scour the bush for its nasty glove. He hated Reep very much.

The purple-eyed Irk finally managed to pull his glove out from the bushes, damp from the dew and saliva from the smeet's mouth. It would need to be washed.

Reep's attention then went to Eleven, whose eyes went wide and antennae became rigid at the sudden interest. The smeet whimpered and shrunk back, worried his prior actions were to be met with retaliation, but the monster simply sighed and patted him on the head.

"We'll just have to work on your manners, won't we?"

Eleven felt himself growing confused and even more so when Reep cradled him during the rest of the walk into the park, nasty glove swung over a shoulder. The smeet tried to look for small chances of his escape, one last mad, crazed dash for freedom, but the monster's grip was firm yet gentle and his gaze would drop back down to the child every few seconds in order to read his expression.

It seemed he wouldn't be able to escape this time.

Eleven sighed to himself, and tried to think of what ZiM would do at this point. Well, he probably would have used his PAK most of the time, that was for sure. It was at moments like this that the smeet hated being so abnormal. And using his own powers was out of the question. He was sure that was what Reep wanted and he already promised himself that now was his childhood and he would only use his powers when he was an adult, whenever that was. Too far away for him to count at the age he was, Eleven was sure.

The smeet started looking for his escape route again, planning in his head how he would do it. He really wanted to incorporate kicking Reep in the shins somewhere in there, but he always found it would be too time consuming.

Reep was making his own plans, too, if the smeet had somehow managed a break for it. The plan itself would have to have been executed quietly and in a manner that wouldn't harm the smeet. Reep tried to incorporate a lengthy speech in there about how Eleven was to live with him now and there was nothing the Empire or that moron, A.K.A. ZiM, could do about it, but even thinking about it seemed too time consuming.

The monster sighed inwardly and glanced up, spotting its well-cloaked ship hovering over a small grove of tree, "Here we are," it murmured, "seems we've arrived quicker than expected."

Eleven gasped and whimpered, "Please," he pleaded, "just let me go home. I don't wanna leave Earth, I wanna stay here."

Reep ignored his prize and approached the ship, which landed carefully on the ground to meet its master. The hanger door opened and, in doing so, dropped its cloak. Eleven saw the size of the ship, which looked to be about the same as a normal two-story house and wondered why Reep hadn't just picked up something faster. The smeet took this as a sign that he would be rescued because the ship had to be slow to be a 'recreational vehicle' such as this one. Right?

Reep boarded the ship, Eleven under his arm, and tossed his glove into the air as the doors closed, "Have this washed."

The glove was caught by a robotic claw and it disappeared into a hole in the ceiling. The monster then circled around the first level of the ship to a chair with a little harness in it, setting the smeet in it and strapping him in it.

"There we are," Reep mused, satisfied when Eleven was safely tied down, "It even acts as a high-chair for when you need to bed fed," he snapped a little baby table against the chair, as if to mock Eleven.

The smeet glared back, not amused, "'m not an infant, 'm a smeet an' I HATE high-chairs!"

Eleven pulled off the snap-on baby table and chucked it at Reep who ducked and tsked him, "You should be more polite."

"You shouldn't kidnap people," the smeet snapped.

Reep chuckled and left the child to his own devices while he got the ship ready. Eleven tried to pull the harness off his person so he could slip out of the chair and escape, but the release button was on the back of the chair. If he wanted it that badly he would have to rip a few muscles.

The smeet decided he wanted it that badly.

Eleven growled and struggled, the chair hopping on its legs as he tried to reach the button behind him. He tried from all different ways, hoping that he would at least manage to scrape against it. But as Reep said before, he was only tiring himself out.

The smeet stopped his struggle to rest and whimpered, tears in his eyes. This wasn't anything like his dreams. When he was chased in there or caught, he knew he'd wake up, making it a kind of game the smeet knew he could never get hurt from. But this was too different and not something he enjoyed.

Eleven was about to give up when he realized the chair wasn't in the same spot Reep had left it. He had hopped almost to the counter of the kitchen area. In a last ditch effort, the smeet hopped the chair to the side then faced it backwards to the counter.

He could feel the engines of the ship starting up and he became frantic, nearly throwing the chair's back into the counter edge. The action was enough to slam into the button and release the harness's grip on the smeet.

Eleven jumped to the floor and scrambled to the door that led to the outside. It was closed, but he hit the 'open' button anyway, just to see if it worked. It did.

The smeet squealed and made to run out when he noticed they were at least twenty feet off the ground. He paused to assess what to do, then took in a deep breath when he had made his decision.

Eleven was sure the snap of his leg would be excruciating, but was also sure that he could limp away and then heal fast enough to get the running start, so to speak. That was his final thought as he took the plunge, jumping out of the ship and entering a brief moment of slow-mo.

The smeet had seen from movies how a slow-mo had worked. It was usually used to emphasize a particularly dramatic or comical scene in which everything was captured for a more detailed viewing for the person watching the piece.

This was nothing like the movies. Everything moved just as it did before, but just as Eleven was about to hit the ground, he knew what a true slow-mo was. He was simply hovering inches above the grass and could see it moving normally, but couldn't truly process why he was unable to touch it. Why he wasn't getting damp knees from the late night dew or why he had no broken limbs from his fall. All his senses had been dulled by his adrenaline-pumped break for freedom and it was at this moment when he felt a slight pain in his mid section.

Eleven looked down at his waist to see a PAK's spider-leg hooked securely around him. There was a shadow in the doorway above his head from where he had made his jump, one that should have been over a computer console.

The spider-leg slowly pulled the smeet away from the earth, and Eleven outstretched a hand, barely grazing a single blade of grass as he was hoisted back up.

Reep's PAK legs held Eleven in front of his face as he spoke, " … This was your first true attempt to get away from me on your own, and I'll commend that… but if you ever try to escape again, you will regret it," the smeet's eyes were down and he looked too defeated to respond, so the monster continued, "You fail to understand that you are mine now. I will not tolerate something of mine trying to undermine my final decision."

Reep turned, not even bothering to take Eleven into his own arms, and walked back into the ship. As the smeet was led in by the spider-leg carrying him, the doors of the ship closed, and this time they locked.

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Forth up and it is late for me. So, goodnight for now. And I hope this chapter made you very angry at Reep. :33333