Disclaimer: As you already know I don't own most of these aliens. Well actually I don't own two or three, five or six at the most. Irken race and the robots belong to the IZ (Invader Zim) creator

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Chapter 7—The Sketches of Pure Doom—

Wren's P.O.V….

Rachel soon got bored of the Irken and me and went to the cot and started to write in her notebook. I had convinced her before that to give me a piece or two of her notebook paper. Rouk and I shrugged at the same time and I sat back down and started to finish the sketch I was doing of the Irken. I turned to transferring the sketches I'd done to paper. Rouk curled around my shoulders, yawned and soon fell asleep. I couldn't blame her. It was pretty boring watching me sketch and there was nothing else to do in the cell.

I started to hum the song the robot was humming and soon decided to do another pic of him. This time he looked at me and waved. I waved back for the heck of it.

"I like that song." The robot said.

"Well you just got me liking it too." I replied as I drew one of its arms.

"Whacha doin'?" it asked as it came up to the bars. It gripped them in its tiny hands, curiosity lighting up its face.

"This," I replied as I raised my sketchbook up and showed it the pictures.

"Ooo." It said as it looked at them and pulled at its master's arm to get him to look at the pics.

"Eh?" he asked as he follows the little robot's point.

He stepped closer to the front of his cell and glared at the pic. He scratched his chin in thought and nodded.

I looked at him quizzically. I actually couldn't decide if he liked it or not. It was really hard to tell; even though he had some human features I just couldn't read his.

"Intriguing pale alien scum. For some odd reason you have capture the features of Zim almost perfectly." He finally said. "And GIR looks almost intelligent in one of those drawings."

"I should take that as a compliment Zim. Because, as I figure it, that might be the only one I'll get from you while I'm in the cell across from you." I replied in a cool tone, actually trying not to anger anyone. I didn't want to give my shock away because I knew of him. But at this point, I wasn't sure if his personality from the show was this actual Zim's personality. I wasn't going to take any chances. "And I am a human, not a pale alien scum."

Zim stood there in thought for a few minutes and looked at me. I could tell he was studying my face and expression. His eyes, ghosting over every inch of me. But while he was doing that Rachel spoke up and I turned my head to look at her with a swirl of my hair.

"Wren, if you don't mind, don't get anyone else ticked. I really want to stay alive long enough to try and escape." She said without looking up from her writing.

"Fine." I sighed. "I'll actually listen to you for once. Not that I was trying to start anything though."

"Good. Now behave."

I turned back around to see that Zim had taken a seat in front of me and was waiting until I was finished with my conversation with Rachel.

"And you would like to say something?" I asked politely.

"Yes you squishy alien. For once I can't believe I'm saying this. I see no reason to fight with you."

"And is that a good thing?"

"Yes, actually it is. You see I want to get out of here and go destroy your planet." Zim said as he waved his hand.

I paused and blinked at him for a moment. The gears in my head turning as I took in that statement. Of course he'd say that and to be truthful, when I really thought about it it didn't bother me one bit. Gut didn't even twinge when I thought of Zim trying to take over. "You can have it then." I said as I growled.

"Wha?" Zim asked in disbelief. His jaw dropped at what he just heard not sure if he actually heard it.

"Wren you don't mean that." Rachel hissed at me.

"I do to!" I yelled back. "I hate Earth. There is nothing really interesting about it. I mean schools are just there to torture us. Work is boring unless you get to blow things up. And I really hate my chores." I complained.

"It's not all that bad." Rachel replied in defense. "You would miss some things. Like chocolate, more sketchbooks, more pencils, and a few other things."

"Yeah I would miss that. But not the other stuff." I said thoughtfully. "But to me if all the world was taken over by one main figure then, hey no more wars. No religious battles over who's god is the only god or whatever. There'd be no radical groups trying to take out other groups just because they didn't like how they looked at them. It'd be a lot more peaceful."

"There still would be wars you idiot." Rachel replied.

"Fine. I'll shut my mouth and ignore that last comment."

"Fine." Rachel said and went back to what she was writing.

"As you were saying?" I asked as I turned my attention back over to Zim.

"Well I...I uhhh...um..." he stuttered looking a little embarrassed.

"Spit it out or I'll ignore you too." I growled.

"I would like to offer a truce." He said simply.

This time my jaw dropped. It was my turn to study his features. The look in his eyes was that of slight desperation and a trust that I didn't know if it was rightly placed. He was telling the truth from what I could tell but I did want a second opinion.

I nudged Rouk with my cheek and she muttered in her sleep. I nudged her again and when she didn't wake up I blew in her ear.

"What?" she asked blinking at me a few times.

"You're my muse, right?"

"Yeah. I was shaped by your imagination. What of it?"

"So in my imagination you could read feelings, can you still do it?"

"Yes." She replied matter-o-factly. "I can still do that. Why?"

"Tell me if Zim is telling the truth." I said as I motioned to Zim.

She sat there for a moment and blinked. Shaking her head a little in what seemed an odd way she looked at me. Her icy blue eyes focused and she soon replied in a whisper, "He's afraid. No...no...worried and lonely. But he is telling the truth."

I nodded and looked at Zim who was fighting to get GIR off his arm. I giggled a little and that brought Zim's attention back onto me. "I agree to this truce, but," I said in a pause and his face fell, "but in agreeing with this Rachel and Rouk are included."

"Fine." he said nodding. "Then unfortunately GIR has to be included in it too human."

"Okays." I replied with a huge smile and went back to my drawing as Zim went back to getting the insane little robot of his arm. It didn't seem like he was going to get him off any time soon.

I drew pictures of other aliens that I could see from my position and shaded them. I was trying to put the last touches on some species of alien that I didn't know when a guard came into the middle of the hallway.

The guard sneered as he looked at me, "For all you who are new here are the rules for the exercise hour or two if you're really good. One, no picking fights, this means you you Garisoniv." He shouted and pointed to the back of the corridor.

"I wouldn't dream of it sir." The same voice that threatened me earlier said.

"That's because you don't dream." Another voice retorted. Laughter was rippling through the cells like waves.

"Back to the matter." The guard shouted and the laughter stopped. "Two: no one tries to escape. Three: let's all try to play nice. Ok?" More laughter was brought on by the last rule.

The cell doors opened and the aliens filed out and down the corridor. I caught a glimpse of Zim in the crowd.

Rachel was up and beside me in a few minutes caring her notebook in hand. The crowd soon dispersed and Zim was standing in his cell waiting for us.

"Wow." I said as we stepped out of our cells at the same time. "You're being a gentleman."

Zim wave his hand, "A pitiful human detail. I was only waiting for you to exit so we can talk about our escape."

I shook my head and Rachel shook hers as we followed Zim out into the exercise area. I was taken aback by how vast it was. The whole area was basically a dome with a flat surface. Nothing too interesting to look at, except the dome was a material that was transparent and I could see the space outside. I was vaguely aware that nothing looked familiar as my eyes darted to look at everything at once.

"Cool." I muttered with a little awe.

"You have not seen space before?" Zim asked astonished.

"From the ground, yeah. But not while in space." I replied still gazing upwards.

We floundered around the yard for a while until we found an empty spot and sat down. Zim was quiet as he looked at everyone else in the area warily. My attention was split between people, well alien, watching and looking at space. Rachel was ignoring us and I was pretty much use to it. But just for the heck of it I poked her and she hit me with her notebook.

"Don't do that again." Rachel threatened.

"But can you help us with a plan?" I begged.

"A plan to escape? What do you think I'm doing now?"

"You never told me that." I said almost whining. "You never tell me anything! No one does!"

She hit me again with the notebook and added, "Only because you'd blurt it out."

"Your friend seems more intelligent than she first looked." Zim said to me.

"Well I guess that should be a..." Rachel started to say when her attention was caught by an alien coming over and standing a few feet away.

It looked like an elf but with orange skin. He smiled at Rachel and said, "You know I like girls who are more intelligent and are defensive about their opinions."

I shifted from my spot on the floor to where I was balancing on the balls of my feet. I placed my hands on the floor and looked at the guy, narrowed my eyes and started to growl lowly in the back of my throat. He was not giving off a friendly feeling at all and personally I wanted him gone. Rouk also started to growl from my shoulder as my unease filtering into her.

Rachel looked at the guy from where she was sitting and replied, "Will you shut up? I have had my last nerve cut by people cutting in when I'm talking and I swear I am ready to punch you if you get too annoying. So leave or else."

"Well then try girlie. It probably won't do you any good." He stepped a step closer.

I started to growl a lot more and Rachel shot a glare at me with her hand out stretched toward me. The look basically said not to do anything. Getting the feeling she wanted to handle it on her own I quieted down. I sat down with a small snort at being told not to do anything and started to pout.

Rachel then stood up, brushing off her clothes quietly without a word. She then shot a look at the orange Elfin being and said, "Being raised with two annoying brothers can teach you something, how to ignore and how to defend yourself. If you would like to try me then go ahead. But if not then take your face and get out of my sight. I'm quite tired of people thinking that girls are pushovers and just because we're new doesn't mean that I'm going to roll over and show my belly to the first person demanding it."

"Why you little..." the alien said as he started cursing under his breath. Then without warning he threw a punch.

Rachel saw this and grabbed his arm and twisted it around toward his back and yanked up, hard. The alien gave a yelp of surprise and started to struggle.

Rachel twisted his arm a little more strongly and replied to that yelp, "Go back to your friends and I'll let you keep your dignity." And with that she pushed him out onto the floor.

By now the whole dome was laughing that that one alien almost got beat up by an earth girl.

"And who told me not to get into any fights." I asked with a slightly cold glare.

"I didn't start it, I only finished it."

Zim was laughing his head off by now.

It occurred to me that Zim was a bit odder than I first led to believe. I shook that thought away and shrugged it off.

"Can we discuss the plan Rachel has thought of so we can get out of this place. Sorry but some of these aliens give me the creeps. They're looking at me in a none too pleasant way and it's bothering me," I said with a small shudder and a glance about.

"Wren, I thought you felt at home here." Rachel said sickening sweet.

"Oh yeah. A bunch of aliens that like to eye me as their next meal or toy makes me feel right at home." I replied with emphasis on the word toy.

Rachel and also Zim shuddered with the thought of that. I think that they both got the description right for the type of toy I meant. And personally it really wasn't something I wanted to think about myself. That thought was just a little too disturbing for my liking.

"Enough with this talk. Let us get down to business." Zim said as he dismissed the thought with a glance at Rachel's notebook.

"Okay. Here is my plan; we will include anything as soon as we review it." Rachel said as she laid it open onto the floor between the three of us.

Rachel began reviewing the information as quietly as she could with us. Every so often one of use would come up with something to add. The plan was taking shape but part of me wondered if this idea would actually succeed.

Narrator….

Zim looked at the plans that Rachel had laid out before them. They were quiet ingenious really and he wasn't quite sure if the human had actually created them. His ill ease at offering a truce with the two ebbed and he started to feel that little bit of hope at actually making it off the ship alive started to come back. The taller of the two though still unnerved him. She was as much of a force of her own as the shorter one. But it was her flashing eyes that caused most of his unease.

Seven chapters down and thirty four to go? I think... lol. I am enjoying the remix of this story. I totally forgot many of these chapters and what exactly was in them. I call it a remix because the basics are still there but there are differences throughout. May not be many but they're there.