The next day

Gaz sat on the only table she minded, a lonely table by the window with Dib sitting beside her, an odd looking bruise in the center in his head and a slightly crazed look in his eyes, meh nothing new.

Zim was ranting like usual, "Dib this will be your demise, I the Great Mighty ZIM! Have discovered a way to make your head explode." Gaz finally looked up from her Game-slave, thinking it over. "It would be nice not to have a brother… but nah, than I would have to explain it to my father." She muttered, shaking her head and going back to the game-slave.

That's when Meek walked in; proudly posing himself with a broad smile on his face as Gaz looked over, growling slightly with hatred. No, it didn't help at all when he walked right up to her table, smirking as he leaned in; the whole lunch room looking at the display before them, even Zim even seemed slightly to see what happened.

"You know Gaz membrane, you looked great last night, I mean you outfit looked really authentic, cat hair and all." He flickered up a picture, Gaz physically controlling herself as she reached up a slight hand, trembling as Meek showed it to the whole lunch room, laughing with that awful laugh of his.

"I, the great Meek, have bested Gaz Membrane." Dib scooted back at his words, so did the rest of the class, knowing what happened next…

It was quick, too quick for any other person to even see as Gaz's hand shoot up, wrapping themselves around the boys delicate throat. "You are doomed, and you don't even know it, because even the darkest recesses of your nightmares will seem like fluffy bunnies compared to the wrath that I will rain down upon you, your darkest hour will seem light and sunny compared to the darkness that I will shove into you." She stopped, a never before seen creepy smile appearing on her face. "You will pay, you pay!" she screamed, throwing him down to the floor and walking over him to the exit slamming the door as people began to cry, Dib frozen in shock that she hadn't killed him, and Zim, impressed.

Now than, to the revenge

Gaz smiled wickedly, stealthily sneaking up on the unexpecting Meek in front of her and dragging him to the floor as she opened the door to the window, sneaking out and throwing him to the floor, leaving a red print on the boy's face.

It didn't take long for him to wake up, startled as he stared around the dark yard, his house's window opened as he got up, something falling to the dirt when he did.

He stooped down and picked it up, it was the picture from the lunch room, but it was had writing on it, large and blood red writing, you will pay. Meek froze up, looking at it with slight fear as he clear his throat. "I… I know it's you Gaz, the trick is up!" he tried yelling into the night, getting only a small breeze for a reply.

"Come on, stop it, stop it now!" his voice sounded slightly like a babies when he was suddenly thrown to the ground, getting up and trembling. Another red mark on his face, "come on…" he stopped, moving his hand to his face and exposing a red gooey substance. "Blood? But where did you get it…" he stopped eyes going wide as he yelled, "this isn't funny anymore, and I'm going inside." He stomped over to the door, reaching forward to open it when his path was suddenly blocked.

Gaz stood there, eyes fully opened as she looked at him, a twisted grin on her face that would have reminded anyone of that homicidal maniac that lived down the street from Gaz's house…

This frightened the boy so much that his pants grew suddenly wet, causing an insane laugh from Gaz. "and that's why you don't mess with me." She said voice low and controlled. And with a flourish she was gone, only a blinding flash a white left and the kid laying unconscious on the ground, one limp twisted the wrong way.

The very next day Gaz Membrane deposited an unmarked red paint can into the trash and pulled a giant picture of Meek peeing his pants on the school's front. After that, she had gotten a better mood with Halloween and each year she pulled pranks on people that she deemed, doomed. She, of course, got away with all them.