Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Moon Rising ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven

 

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Gaz didn't mean to do it. She didn't mean to make a huge mistake. Mostly she didn't mean to land in the aliens arms. She, if possible, was so embarrassed she may hide in her blankets for days.

 

She had been on the edge of the house, and had fallen. She didn't jump. She didn't jump. She didn't jump. No matter how many times she said it, it didn't sound true. Zim had caught her though. She was freaked out about how he had been there though. Did he make it a habit to stalking her now? She kept her eyes closed as she listened to his footsteps. She had guessed that he would take her back inside yet he didn't. She had no idea where they were going and it was beginning to freak out. He had to know she was awake by how often she stiffened or relaxed.

 

“Don't pretend.” He mumbled turning. His arms were rather slim, she mused as her eyes opened up. She didn't look at him but looked strait head.

 

“You can put me down; I mean I didn't get hurt or anything.” His mouth tightened into a small line, he was angry. “Zim?”

 

“You jumped from a roof. Are you trying to hurt yourself!?” He growled. Gaz stared up at him in shock. He was concerned for her? She glared up at him. “No,” he read her mind it seemed. “I am not putting you down.” Gaz folded her arms and grumbled something.

 

“I didn't try to hurt myself. I slipped trying to get up.” She said starting to struggle out of his grasp, and failing. “Take me back!” she hissed.

 

“We need to have a talk anyway Little Gazzy.” She shuttered. That name! Iggins called her that. She shut her eyes.

 

“I don't want to talk.”

 

“We are going to talk. Or I'll put a…something on your head…” he had no idea what it was called. They ended up at his house within minutes, how did he walk so fast anyway? And did he really think that he would get her to talk?! Foolish green alien. She took her first chance and jumped out of his grasp but didn't run. She enjoyed his base more than her own home. Even though her house had expensive things and had bedrooms and bathrooms she liked his more.

 

“Will you ever remodel this thing?” she muttered walking in. Gir had tacos on the table; he sat watching the `Angry Monkey Show' and eating a taco with extra cheese.

 

“Someday I'll get to that.” He had a list to get through and remodeling is on the bottom of that list. She walked swiftly to the kitchen to grab a taco as Gir greeted her with a scream of fear. Gaz chewed on the taco and came back to the main room, sitting down next to Gir. Zim stood there for a long moments contemplating on the issue set before him; how would he get her to talk to him? With a deep sigh he tossed his coat at the couch and went to get a taco. He ate, though it took a lot to find something he liked.

 

Gaz watched him go with a scowl on her face. She was a little shocked that he was wearing some of the humans clothing but at the same time she knew it was coming. His detachment to his own race was the first sign that he was becoming more human. Was that his uniform on the floor? She picked it up after dusting her hands of taco crumbs and looked at it a bit. It looked so odd. It seemed segmented, yet it was solid.

 

Zim stood against the door frame to the living room and tried to understand what he was seeing. He didn't understand this girl at all. She had just jumped from her roof and yet she sat in his home as if nothing happened. “Talk,” he said out loud. Gaz's head shot up and looked at him. “You know what I mean.”

 

“There is nothing to say.” She muttered letting his uniform drop to the floor. He watched it fall and smirked. “What?”

 

“You jumped.”

 

“I fell!”

 

“You wanted to get hurt.”

 

“It was an accident.”

 

“He hurt you.”

 

“It doesn't matter anymore!” A hand shot to her mouth. “Damnit,” she breathed into her palm.

 

Zim seem interested now that she let a little information slip. He took a step into the room; Gir, realizing that something serious was taking place, took off to find Mini-Moose somewhere in the lab by jumping into the toilet. “What did he do?”

 

Gaz glared, eyes open enough to make it scary. Her hand dropped from her mouth and rested in her lap. Her other hand clasped it and she began to fidget a bit under his gaze. She didn't like feeling weaker than someone else. Especially if that other person was an alien who, up until last year, was dumber than a rock. “Nothing to concern yourself with.” She wouldn't break, not tell him anything. Nothing.

 

He sat next to her, his back against the arm of the couch and his legs crossed. He just watched her. They knew each other fairly well; he knew how to make her feel awkward and also how to make her talk.

 

She let out a growl, or something that sounded like that, in his direction. She hated that look in his eyes. Well, she looked over, contact eyes. “Did you finish your skin treatment?” she asked keeping eye contact.

 

He shook his head no and continued to stare. “Don't get off topic. I asked a question, being the polite human that you are you should answer me.”

 

He mouth formed a line as she spat out her response, “No.”

 

His eyes squinted into a glare and he huffed. “You have to talk. You aren't going to get away, and you know you would rather tell me than let me see into your mind.”

 

Her eyes got huge as she spun her head around to look at him. “You wouldn't!”

 

He smirked, “I have the technology, and this time I know how to use it. If you want things to be easy than you should tell me.”

 

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Red paced angrily on the main platform. Purple, sitting down below and eating some chips, watched him with interest. “How can we do this?” Red's voice echoed in the room, no Irkens working the room today.

 

“Do what?” Purple asked through a mouthful of food, his voice raising to be louder than his crunching.

 

“Haven't you been listening? The control brain told us what to do!”

 

“Oh…that.” He stuffed in another chip and sucked on a juice box. Their food was so earthly it was strange. “So, just call Zim and move on.” Purple wasn't afraid to say the name.

 

“Zi-“ Red swallowed. “He wouldn't return even if he was commanded to! He has more power than us, and the brain knows that too!” Red slammed a hand on the railing. “We need to trick him, but how?” Red put a hand under his chin and tapped it as he thought.

 

Purple climbed the platform to stand next to his partner. “We could kidnap one of his humans.” He took a sip. Red stared at him as if he had sprouted a new head.

 

“P-purple that is brilliant!” Purple stared at him confused. “And you have no idea what you did…” Red shook his head. “Zim has two humans he cares for; well, maybe not cares for, he likes more then most. That boy with the huge head and the girl of evil and all things corrupt, now how do we capture one.”

 

Purple smiled as he stared at a screen, the rat people had rebelled again and were being tamed by the Irken soldiers at this time. He liked to watch the mayhem.

 

Red rested his head. The Control Brain wouldn't let them have their power. Which was why they were alone. Zim was taller, Zim had the power. Yet Zim wasn't here. So the Irkens, though they didn't know it, had no ruler at this time. The Brain made all commands. Red and Purple were powerless. Their PAKS had been returned to them, they were regular Irkens again. They needed Zim so they could have power. They were tallest next to him, they would be his advisors.

 

Purple tossed the food on the ground and looked at Red. “The teleporter in his lab,” Red exclaimed. “Remember around that white time of year? What did they call it?” he snapped his claw-like fingers trying to remember. “Chrismow?” He shook his head. “Whatever, he has a teleporting device in his lab none the less. We just need to get a human on that pad and hack into his system and then teleport them here! He will follow because of his need for them.”

 

“He doesn't need them.”

 

“Yes he does Purple. Remember when we called him last time. I had an officer copy some information from his PAK the last time he worked on it. The memories are in his PAK. He needs them. Without them he would kill himself. So either way we win. If he dies we have power, and if he comes here we get power.”

 

“Eh.” Purple didn't care. He never liked all the power. He liked the free stuff. “What about Skoodge?”

 

“Oh yeah.” Red shut his eyes. “We need to think some more.” He sat down in the big chair on the platform, hands fisted on the arms. “We need to call Tak.”

 

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Hope you liked it! And sorry for the shortness, once again. I have school stuff and an ACT later so I need to study.