Words – Chapter title, point of view chance, important info.

Words – Thoughts

(Words) – Bez speak

Words – Regular speech and the story.

Chapter 2 –Awake at Last—

Wren's P.O.V….

Rachel and I were blinded by a sudden brilliant flash as the door opened fully. Clicking footsteps came closer to us as we squinted at the figures in front of us despite the light. Though at first all we could see were vague outlines of what the beasts could be.

As the forms got closer we had to strain our necks to even look at them. We both looked up and saw creatures that must have been seven or eight feet tall. We still couldn't see the descriptions very clear because our eyes weren't adjusted to the light. I looked at Rachel and mouthed, 'Uh oh.'

"Cafrat gecar marto!" an authoritative voice demanded from behind the two forms in front of us.

Hands grasped both my upper arms and pulled upward. I was lifted three feet off the floor then they heaved me up. It was almost like I weighed nothing. They muttered something to each other and started to move. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Rachel was being carried along behind me the same way by two of the same creatures. We were swinging just a little as they carried us toward the exit.

She was doing the same as I was, just hanging there but with a scowl of pure hatred on her face. I giggled at that. It was kinda funny. The being abducted by aliens part. Too bad they probably were going to eat us. Or use us for some weird sort of experiments. I personally would have preferred neither if it could be helped. Experiments and being eaten were not on my agenda.

We continued down a corridor and turned to our right. Quite a few turns later we finally paused at a door way. There were so many turns my head started to spin. Whether that was because we being carried though unknown territory or because of leftover drugging was anyone's guess.

One of my guards swiped his hand across one of the panels and the door opened.

Inside there were more of the same creatures. By now my eyes had adjusted to the harsh light of what could only be a ship of course. My eyes darted across them all and a full outline of them reminded me of something. Something I had either seen or thought of before. Some of their colors were green and brown and others blue and brown. They had golden colored reptile like eyes and thin wirery bodies. The arms and legs were long and ended with three fingers and toes. There were blades on their elbows and forearms too. Adorning their long, almost vulture like faces were blades as well. Tails finished of the long and tall look but these had a blade about a foot and a half long on them.

I was still looking around at them when the guards suddenly threw me on a table. Landing hard I yelped and hissed as pain shot through my back and spine. I heard Rachel cuss as she was thrown on a table behind me.

One of the creatures from the room looked at our guards and scowled sharply.

"Yourf fantid rep kam quarick." Another said as it push the guards out the door obviously quite miffed at how they were treating us.

More voices came in reply as it pushed them out. Then all attention turned to us.

Their golden eyes searched us as if trying to find the answer to all their questions.

"This cannot be good." I thought.

Their stares were then directed to the things that were in front of them. No attention was on us so I finally got a count of six or seven aliens in the room. I still couldn't place where I had seen the likes of these aliens but it was bothering the hell out of me. It was right on the tip of my tongue but wasn't coming out. Like the name of a class mate or a person you know but you just can't recall.

My attention suddenly focused onto a single alien when one of the figures turned toward me with something in its hand. It was a glint of silver in it's four clawed hand. The object was like one of the future syringes(1) seen on the odd space shows on tv. But this, this thing had a needle visible on the end of it which had to be at least three inches long.

I took one look at that needle and screamed bloody murder. Needless to say, the reason for the scream was because I'm terrified of needles. Needles were a big no no in my dictionary and vocabulary. I mean, I get queasy when someone on tv get's stuck with a needle. And here they were coming at me with something that I knew I didn't want to get stuck with.

All eyes turned on me startled. They had never, in all their years of research and practicing their jobs probably heard something as high pitched and sudden as my scream. By now they were probably trying to figure out how to shut me up.

Narrator….

Slave holding cells….

Almost every head in the cell block shot up and looked about at the shrill sound that echoed through the halls. Zim's antenna's perked at the sound and he found himself confused as he tried to place what exactly could make a sound that high.

The Meekrob couldn't make that high of a frequency screech. None of the other species he knew of could make a sound that high either. None that he's seen from his cell either. So whatever did make that sound, he didn't feel sorry for it. Better that being than him. He was just thankful he understood the language of the aliens that captured him or it could have been much worse for him.

And from what he had seen of the aliens that had been carted to and from, from this last batch, they couldn't possibly make such sounds. He knew that the new aliens they were bringing on were brittle and dumb. They didn't last at all, many only overnight. And they were so pale and fragile that they looked like they would break if you even looked at them wrong.

Zim huffed and reclined on his bed, looking at the bottom of the cot above him. How was he going to make it through this? What was he going to be sold for or worse? What was going to be tested on him next?

(1)Like in Star Trek or something of the like.

Sooooo, I'm going back and adding other points of views like in the later chapters. I thought it could use a bit more and I know people love Zim so more Zim! Be happy. It's taken forever to get this far. I'm hoping to get more out of course and it shouldn't be that hard. I do want to change a few things though. Make it more my own and not a giant ass crossover of everything I wanted to have in it. Just a regular Zim original fic.