Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Moon Rising ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

For clarity I will fill out age forms for you, I know that they probably won't make sense if you knew their actual ages in the series but this is my story…

Zim: 18 Earth Years

Dib: 18

Gaz: 16

I'll add more as need be, but I think this handles all the main people.

Zim grumbled to himself as he was working on his PAK. The timer next to him said he only had about four more minutes before he would desperately need to put it back on; for they only lasted 10 minutes without it. Mumbling to himself about how his spine was already hurting he closed the lid and put the tools to the side. He picked it up and moved it behind his back and waited for the cords to re-attach. With a loud snapping sound he sighed in relief at the PAK on his spine once again. He was tired of these things. Mediocre lifestyles that the humans had, the same thing day in and day out. He wanted destruction! He was programmed to destroy! And damn it he had nothing to destroy; all cutesy to that Dib monkey! He mumbled a curse word in Irken shortly followed by the English word for it. He looked up to the computer and read the charts on it. He levels had enhanced. Two years ago he had introduced a steroid into his system and he gained three feet. Irkens did not grow naturally; they either were programmed that way or introduced to something that would make them that way. Only the ones who would be tallest could be naturally tall.

His hand moved u and scratched his antenna for a moment in thought. He had stopped using them one year ago and yet he had gained another few inches. It was odd, but he wasn't going to complain. He no longer would call those idiots on Irk `My tallest' ever again. And they could never call him simply Zim. Yet when they first learned of his height their respect for him grew, and his disregard towards them did as well. As long as he stayed off of Irk they had no worries. And he had no intention of going back to that planet.

Skoodge had recently been re-assigned to help Zim out on Earth. That was a good month ago, so Zim didn't expect his arrival for another five or so months. He was actually pleased with that news, to have a companion who was somewhat smarter then Gir was pleasant. And he wanted to have a decent conversation with someone. Skoodge had sent a transmition to him days ago when he first left; the poor fool was alone, his Sir unit being filled with knowledge of Earth at the time, and poor Skoodge had nothing to do but sleep and snack. Zim was also puzzled by one last thing; Skoodge had lived without his PAK for two years. He didn't understand how but planned on finding a way were he would one day be able to do this.

Zim would admit, Skoodge was an amazing invader. The first to claim a planet for Irk, yet got no recognition; his loyalty was still with the tallest. He was a patient and loyat type. Yet the tallest hated him for his height. Maybe being on Earth this long was what was making Zim think this way. On Irk they regularly had transitions about how superior the tallest were and how they knew all and to not question them ever.

Zim sighed, his PAK was still defective. He had been told this many times now, but he knew it was true now. His memories, his feelings. He had feelings now! His angry grew; he had apparently softened since his first arrival. All because of the stupid `Horrible Painful Overload Day I and II' thing. He snorted. Was it his fault that as a young one he caused blackouts for up to five years? Rolling his eyes he turned his body to look back at the screen. “Curses, I need snacks.” He coughed into his hand and turned to go to the kitchen to find some muffins or some carbohydrates when he ran into the girl of death; Gaz Membrane.

Dib muttered to himself as he sat and waited. He wasn't stupid enough to follow his sister so closely; she might eat him or something for that. So he sat on the couch with Gir and watched the `Angry Money show'. The robot had tendencies to burst into laughter every twenty seconds, even if it wasn't that funny. He looked at his watch; it had only been about four minutes. “Gir?”

“Hmm?” it asked looking at him with a wide grin.

“What is Zim up to?”

“My master is working on his PAK.” Gir said before changing the channel.

“What?”

“huh?” Obviously Dib wasn't going to get anything else out of him.

Dib got up and headed to the toilet only to see Gaz come up a few moments later. She looked as if something was wrong, which is a hard thing to tell. “Gaz?” She put a hand out to him signaling him to not speak as she walked through the living room, and out the door. Dib watched her go, his eyebrows up close to his hairline. He suddenly ducked to the other side of the wall in the living room as he heard Zim raising up from the labs.

“That was different.” Zim mumbled as he opened the fridge and pulled out a muffin.

“Muffin!” Gir screamed as he lunged at his master. Zim made no comment as he simply stood, dusted his outfit and then got another muffin; Gir having stuck the last on in his head. “Master?”

“What is it now Gir?” Gir stared at him for a full minute as Zim ate the muffin.

“What Gir?” Zim was becoming aggravated.

“We got a guest!” Gir screeched. Dib paled, his hand just now on the doorknob.

Zim arched an invisible brow and looked into the other room. Dib looked as if he would either run or attack. Zim rolled his eyes and turned away. “What do you want Earth-Monkey?” He asked taking another bite of his muffin.

Dib stood silently for a moment, shock surging through his system. “What did you do to Gaz?” he asked accusingly.

“I did nothing to your sister.” Zim mumbled before swallowing. “She simply saw things she need not see.”

Dib glared now. Zim just looked back calmly. “What is wrong with you Zim?”

“Nonsense, nothing is wrong.” Then for extra measures. “I just have discovered the ultimate way to destroy the Earth!” His voice rising as he went. Dib arched an eyebrow.

“And what is that Zim?” Dib knew Zim had become somewhat more intelligent over the years, but he wanted to know if he would spill it. Zim smirked and tossed the muffin cup at Gir. “You won't tell me will you?” Zim shook his head. “Fine! I will find out what you are up to Zim, and when I do you will be in deep trouble!” With that he opened the door and left, jacket bellowing after him.

Zim watched him go. “What an odd day it has been Gir.” He mumbled taking a seat at the table, Gir sitting opposite to him.

“Master?” the robot eventually spoke.

Zim snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Gir. “What do you need Gir?”

“Mini-Moose needs a bath!” And with that the robot ran off to find the Moose, slipping into his `dog suit' before leaving. Zim sat his head on the table and thought for a long moment about what Gaz had seen.

She had seen his memories flashing on the screen as he was going over his PAK. She had seen some things he did. Was doing. She now knew why he wasn't trying to dominate the planet at the present time. Even she looked as if she would be sick at some of them. He groaned and rubbed his red eyes with his clawed hand. Sitting up he pushed the chair in and decided he needed a vacation. He grabbed the fake eyes and put them on then put on the hair piece. The eyes, still blue, yet the hair had grown into a more suiting thing. It was longer and covered the back of his head, a small ponytail at the bottom.

The girls at Skool seemed to like it. He didn't know why. Dib once mentioned something about sex appeal, but Zim snorted and walked away; to look up this sex thing.

He still shuttered at what he had seen when looking that up in the directory. Shaking his head he grabbed a trench coat that resembled Dibs and stormed out of the house. Gir, sitting in the yard, had the hose on Mini-Moose as the moose squeaked in acknowledgement to the master. Zim waved and told them he would return eventually, probably before the next day. It was only around eleven at the time anyway.

Zim had recently gotten a job at the Membrane plant as a Janitor. He wanted to be close to the most brilliant mind of their time, and though he didn't often see the Professor, when he did he learned of things. The Professor still refereed to Zim as the foreign child, but he acknowledged that Zim was, as a fact, smarter then most of his scientist there. So Zim got promoted. Dib still screamed angrily at that fact sometimes when Zim mentioned it in class. People knew, and they asked.

Zim had helped with the new and improved `Super Duper Toast' Copyrighted to Membrane Crop.. With a wicked smile he walked in that direction. He had money now. That was all he really needed anymore. Money to sustain himself. Scratching the wig he turned a corner to the busier part of town. He knew this town better then Irk itself now. Though Irk was also twenty hundred times bigger then this town. Zim eventually stopped and sat at a bench and thought about what he was going to do about Gaz. He leaned back his hands on the back of the bench, slouching. “God, I am becoming more Earthly now.” He even referred to this supposed God all the Earth-Monkeys spoke of. He didn't understand this dedication, but yet again, it reminded him of the Irks and their Control brain or their Tallest.

`I'm off topic,' he told himself with a scowl. She had seen some experiments, she had seen some…test he did. He wanted to understand Human emotions and reproduction. The reproduction thing was what probably scared her. What if she told people? He wasn't afraid of Dib talking, but Gaz? People feared her, they would believe her if she beat the knowledge into them. He put a hand on his forehead and mumbled some Irken; people walking by looked at him confused.

He had wanted to see this `sex' thing. So he sought it out. And yes, he found it addicting to see. His eyes shut tightly. One girl had even called him a pervert after a while. He didn't only find videos, he found actual people. Some body parts made him blanch. Irkens didn't `reproduce' anymore really. There were too many males for that so they began to rely on technology for more Irkens to come into existence. Few could, if any. He recently found out that he could. Hence the defective PAK thing; it confused the people around him. He felt emotions because of these things. And Zim soon learned that he yearned for things. A female companion was one of them sometimes.

Looking up at the sky he noticed a cloud or two gathering. “Thunderheads.” He mumbled remember what a science teacher taught them in the elementary skool. He stood swiftly and grabbed a newspaper from the can near the bench just in case he needed the protection, small as it was.

Gaz was sick. Zim saw things like that!? She found the idea of him and that to make her feel like throwing up. Could he even to that?! She rubbed her eyes again and looked down at the spaghetti on her plate. It was around five and Dib had taken it upon himself to cook her a delicious meal. It reminded her of brains. She stabbed at the spaghetti and ate swiftly, before Dib asked her again what she saw. She didn't wish to talk about it. Yet she groaned as he brought it up once again.

“I told you Dib, nothing that concerns you.” She mumbled to him eating a meatball and sipping her milk. Dib rolled his eyes and smoothed down his hair, which was growing to be almost as long as their fathers, and drank some too.

“He said he had thought of a new way to take over Earth.” Gaz chocked on her drink, images in her mind again. `Hope it isn't how I think it may be.' Dib got up to get her a napkin. She took in, no thank you, and whipped her face. “Do you know anything about this Gaz?”

She shook her head repeatedly before pushing her chair back and leaving the room. Dib didn't follow her, thankfully. She strode up to her room and slammed the door behind her.

Dib hated when she did this. Maybe their dad would be able to help. He sighed and finished eating.

Gas had opened up her laptop and was typing as fast as she could, trying to get all her thoughts out. She kept a diary on her computer, not public, just on the hard drive. She sighed as she finished and put her head on the desk. She felt odd, no longer sick just curious. What made Zim look at things like that, and for all she knew; partake in such activities, if in fact he could.

She rubbed her eyes and removed her hoodie. She tossed it into the clothing basket and fished out her night shirt. Her tan jogging pants already on she stretched and wondered if she wished to go run in this downpour. She looked out her window and let a rare smile show. She loved the rain, if only for her mother. She traced the necklace on her neck. She bought the thing the day before her mother's death, so it was symbolic. Reaching over she opened her window and sat on the edge, wondering if she jumped would she break any bones. She rolled her eyes and dropped down, her long purple hair following suit. It had at least gotten down to her waist by now. It needed cut. She landed in a bush as ungracefully as possible. She wasn't always this graceless, but she lost her perfectionist skills when she hit puberty.

She looked up at her window and smiled; the smell off wet dog would fill her room with the window open and the rain hitting the carpet. Rain hit her face and she enjoyed it. She loved the rain. Everything else, next to video games, she hated. She ran a hand through her hair and took off down the street. She might run into something fun as she ran. Dib wouldn't mind, he knew she did this. As long as the Professor didn't return she was good. She had taken to calling him Professor the past few years.

She had a goal in mind as to where she was running, A coffee shop down a few blocks; a haven of hers. She had worked their early on before the manager fired her for scaring customers away with her permanent scowl. She almost hissed at the memory. That was good money too! How dare they fire her because of her personality!

She stopped a good block away from her home when she saw Zim. Her body froze as a few images flashed into her mind. He didn't seem to notice her, and was running to find shelter under trees and such. What was he doing on this side of town? He lived at least four or five blocks from here in the opposite direction. She soon took note of the bubbling skin and cries he made every time he left for cover.

He couldn't go home, he had to find shelter closer or he would be hurt badly. She almost took pity on him until she remembered who she was and who he was. She turned to go to the shop when a better idea emerged in her mind. She decided to follow Zim.

So...what do you think? I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this.

Oh, and by the way, I was e-mailed earlier on by someone asking if they had read my stuff before, and maybe you have. I have another account by the title of Melimea. This account is purely for the Invader Zim fan in me to unleash.

Reviews are appreciated.