It Takes Two for a Massacre.
Author Notes;; Ok…what happened guys? I had like…4 reviews last chapter! Do you not love me no more? Oh well, last chapter to this story. But I have a story that happens a couple months after this, called 'Housing the Enemy' but I'm going to write it completely before I post it. I also want your opinion on my ZaGR. I'm trying very hard to keep everyone in character…this includes Gaz whom I think has been taken way ooc too many times.
Chapter Four;; Chases Me to My Room
Dib stared blankly at the television. A rerun of Mysterious Mysteries was on, something about a demon spork. Every time Dib thought about that he had to laugh, I mean seriously, a demon spork? That's just pathetic. Mysterious Mysteries had been getting lamer and lamer since the old show host was fired for unknown reasons. It didn't matter how lame the show was, it was just background noise for the thoughts that ran through Dib's head.
Thoughts about Gaz, how she had been forced into that dress and hadn't completely freaked out. How she had sounded so defeated when talking about her missing Gameslave 2. How she had shown no reaction to Zim. Well, she wouldn't have cared about Zim zapping Dib with the laser a couple of times, but it was unlike her not to at least comment on the poorly disguised alien doused in water.
And what was up with Zim? The ray gun had been unexpected; normally it was a giant moose or a brain eating parasite. Dib shuddered…that…horrible MOOSE. He wasn't sure what had made Zim stoop to something as…uncomplicated as a ray gun. Although, perhaps the gun would have turned him into cottage cheese or something unnatural like that. Zim had also run off quite suddenly, with only a single threat and no loud rant about domination. Perhaps he had just been hurt too badly to bother.
Those thoughts and many others swirled through his mind. The other thoughts were things like: I wonder what dinner is. Why is a spork considered paranormal? And how do they make green jell-o that weird color?
But mostly he was wondering why Gaz had sent him away. Strike that, he knew why she had sent him away. She was always doing things like that when he talked too much or tried to rope her into his paranormal schemes. What he couldn't understand was why exactly had she taken his shirt? It had been pretty embarrassing to walk home in just a trench coat and black jeans, like some wannabe popular jock. He had gotten some interesting comments on his abs though…but what did that girl expect? Chasing aliens around was hard work and he had to be in shape.
And where had Zim gone? They had been too far away from his base for him to flee there. If he didn't get all that water off it would sear his skin until he looked like he had after the lice crazy exterminator had used him in that lice gun. Dib smirked, that had been so funny.
Just then, the door opened. Dib looked up; he wasn't expecting Gaz home this early, because it had only been two hours. When Gaz entered the house she normally slammed the door and shook the whole house, but this time the door was opened almost gently. But there she was. Gaz in all her evil, sullen, dark…
She was laughing! Actually laughing! Like, the thing that normal humans do to express emotions of extreme joy or amusement. Laughing…Dib hadn't heard her laugh since she was an infant and had no idea what she was doing. But here she was, laughing as though she was a normal thirteen year old girl hanging out with her friends. Gaz didn't seem to notice him, she ran through the door and up the stairs toward her room. As she ran he noticed that her dress had inexplicably changed from black and white, to black and red.
Before he had any time to think of an explanation for this odd change Zim came in. The alien was laughing as well. Not his normal 'I'm going to kill you all, obey my fist,' laugh. It was a normal laugh, and he sounded almost human. Almost. That wasn't what concerned the young paranormal investigator however. He. Was. In. Dib's. House.
Dib prepared himself for insults, attacks, and probably a robot death monkey to be launched at his head. They never came. Zim seemed not to notice Dib, and he closed the door hurriedly and ran up the stairs after Gaz. He was chasing Zim's sister! Dib's suspicious mind automatically assumed Zim was trying to catch her for some unholy experiment. Then the logical side of his mind pointed out that not only could Gaz take care of herself, but Zim wasn't behaving hostile in anyway.
Gaz…was laughing. And Zim was apparently the cause. The door upstairs closed audibly as Zim ran into Gaz's room. A silent war raged in Dib's head. His paranormal side insisted on running up there to capture Zim. His protective older brother side insisted on telling Zim to stay the hell away from his sister. The side of him that actually registered that Gaz would probably gut him like a fish if he interrupted, didn't want to move. And the last side was one that didn't come out often, his affectionate older brother side; the side that actually felt grateful toward Zim because he had made Gaz laugh, because he had made her happy. In the end the affectionate older brother, and frightened mortal side teamed up on the others. Dib sank back into the couch and stared at the television screen which was now playing the credits.
Only after five minutes of reflecting on the largely unnatural scene which had just happened, did Dib realize that Zim had been holding something in his hand. A video camera.
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Gaz fell onto her bed, she wasn't out of shape, but running and laughing was something she didn't do often and she was tired. It was a good kind of tired though, and she felt good, content, like she had just pulled off an extremely hard level on her video game. Her legs dangled over the side of her bed, the toes of her mary-janes barely brushing the floor. Zim raced into her room, and closed the door. With a running leap he joined her on the bed, his legs hanging freely, at least two inches shorter than Gaz's.
Zim sat the video camera on a nightstand next to the bed, the red light at the top winking at them both. Gaz smoothed her skirt, the dress was much less hideous now that the white was a rusty blood red. Perhaps if she tore it up a bit, it would actually be an acceptable article of clothing. The mary-janes were being annihilated though.
"That was most enjoyable, Gaz-human." Zim told her with a smile. He stretched, his arms over his head and gave a small grunt as he did so.
Gaz scowled slightly, "Why do you call me that?" she demanded.
Zim looked confused at her slightly hostile tone, "What?"
"Gaz-human."
"That is your species is it not?" Zim's brow furrowed, and if he had eyebrows they would be knit together in his confusion.
Gaz almost laughed at the bewildered expression on his face, but instead she spat out, "Barely." Zim gave her an apologetic look, and fidgeted with his three fingered hands. Gaz tilted her head as she watched him curiously, he was melodramatic, spastic, and not too bright, but he was something out of the ordinary to say the least. "So…why don't you do this more often?"
Zim jumped rather violently at her sudden words, and stuttered, "Do what?" after a pause he said, "You mean the slaughter?" Gaz rolled her eyes and nodded,
"With all your tech, it should be easy to take over the planet, I mean…people are kind of wimps. Humans wouldn't have a chance if you pulled out the big guns. You have enough weapons to go rampaging around the town," Gaz was genuinely curious about this. In her head she could hear her brother's annoying voice shrieking 'Reign of terror, Gaz!!'
"Your wretched, filthy brother always stops me," the alien hissed with vehemence. Gaz laughed again, but not as lightly as she had done before. It was a little more condescending.
"So why don't you do that to him?" she asked impatiently.
"Do what?"
"Shoot him!" she exclaimed. Zim just stared at her and gave her a 'wha?' look.
"Shoot who?
"My brother!" Gaz's amber colored eyes were narrowing angrily.
"Ah, your brother…I do so hate him. Always ruining my plans."
She sighed in exhasperation, and grabbed a laser off the bed where Zim had set it down. Gaz jabbed him with it and then gestured toward a teddy bear on a shelf, "Pretend the bear is Dib." The trigger pulled and a streak of blue light incinerated the bear, leaving naught but ash behind.
"Oh!" Zim exclaimed and a devious smile curled across his face, "Zim sees. Genious…all I must do is turn him into a stuffed doll, and then-"
"NO!" Gaz stung. Frustrated she threw her hands up in the air, "You idiot! Why don't you get it?"
Zim tilted his head to the side and gave her an adorably incomprehensive look, "Get what?"
"You know what," Gaz replied wearily and shook her head, "forget it. You don't understand."
Zim regarded his friend thoughtfully for a few moments as Gaz scowled at the floor for no reason in particular. Then a knowing smile crept slyly across his face, "It is you who do not understand, little Gaz. Dib and I are arch-enemies, we cannot just fire a ray gun and obliterate each other. That's not how it works. That isn't in the rule book."
Gaz raised a fine eyebrow in disbelief, "There's a rulebook for this kind of thing?" she asked skeptically.
"Well-um-I-YES! Yes, there is," Zim told her defensively, "Zim is surprised you've not read it."
"I don't have arch-enemies, Zim," Gaz said scathingly, reminding Zim that no one in or out of their right mind would screw with her. Zim shrugged, unconcerned,
"You should get some. They're fun," Then as if realizing his mistake he snarled, "I mean-I hate them! I hate you brother! And I hope he diiiiiies." He drew the word 'dies' out into a hiss. The poorly disguised Irken turned, as if examining the room, in reality he was just trying to cover for his slip up.
Gaz sighed very quietly, she looked around the room again then said, "Zim?" He turned to face her. She was still looking away, but eventually she looked toward him. Their eyes met. "Zim…I had…fun," she said the word as if it were foreign to her, "This was fun. I liked it."
Zim nodded dutifully and stood up, taking this as his cue to leave. Before he left however, he turned to face Gaz once more and said formally, "Yes. Zim enjoyed the carnage greatly. It is not often that he gets to have the pleasure of doing things with one such as yourself." With this as his good-bye he began to march toward the door in his usual military manner.
"Hang on, Zim," Gaz ordered, as he looked at her curiously she gave him a small smile, "Well, come here."
"Yes?" he asked warily, unsure of her motives. The violet-haired girl gestured for him to come closer, and he did so. "There is something you wish to give me?" Zim guessed hopefully.
"Yeah…" Gaz murmured, "kind of…"
"Well in that case, Zim, is prepared to receive your gift. And what a gift shall be," he pronounced with a grin.
Gaz laughed a little, and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, "You're such an egotistical little bastard," she observed caustically.
Zim scowled at her, "Now Zim is not in the mood for a gift." Gaz just rolled her eyes, and caught his wrist just as he was about to turn and leave. She used him as leverage to pull herself up, this time however she didn't throw him onto the ground. They were about the same height, she was only a few inches taller than he was. The alien looked at her expectantly, "Well?" he prompted petulantly.
Gaz smirked, and angled her head downwards ever so slightly. Then planted a kiss upon his forehead, just inbetween his eyes. Zim looked startled for a few seconds, then reached up a gloved hand to touch the spot where her lips had brushed his skin. He pulled his hand down to see if there was any residue. Nothing. What was that? He told himself he would have to research it when he got home.
Until then, "I-um…Zim supposes he must thank you for his gift. And so I do. And for the wonderful entertainment you provided me. I look forward to being on a mission with you again." He nodded respectfully.
Gaz rolled her eyes, nodded and waved him out. The alien walked out and closed the door behind him. When he was gone, Gaz plopped back onto the bed, noticing as she did so, that the record light was still blinking.
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Dib pounded on the door to Gaz's room. Zim had left a minute or two ago, and now he was exerting his rights as older brother. "Go away." Gaz commanded.
"No, Gaz, I want to know what happened," Dib called stubbornly through the door, "Zim just left, he looked like a zombie, what's going on?"
The door opened a crack, and Dib pushed it the rest of the way open. There stood Gaz, arms crossed, foot tapping, and a video camera hanging from one of her hands. Before Dib could say anything she glared at him, and said firmly, "It's none of your business."
"Gaz, I have a right to know, I'm your brother and…" Dib continued to ramble on and on as Gaz walked over and sat on her bed once more. The creepy girl grew steadily more irritated at his ranting and overuse of commas until eventually she chucked something at his head.
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Dib didn't know how it happened. All he felt was something hit him in the head. The next thing he knew, he was standing outside Gaz's room. His head hurt from whatever she had thrown at him, and his nose hurt from apparently having the door shut in his face.
Bending down he picked up a small black thing off the ground, examining it he found that it has been the object that was now raising a knot on his head…
It was a video…
Closing Notes;; There. I finally got it up. Better late than never eh?
I'd like to thank you all for reading my story.
The next story I'm going to put out is 'Housing the Enemy' which will focus more on Zim and Dib than Gaz, but will feature Gir. Hurrah.
There are a few things I'd like to say,
1-On the note of 'Gazlene' I THINK that is her name. My source is fanfic and Wiki, so it's not definite.
2-Pirate Trash Gremlins, and Blazing Mongoose are my own creations. No touchie. Or I'll feed you Super Asparagus, which is mine also.
3-The lyrics to the song 'Happy Birthday' by The Birthday Massacre are thus:
I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
I wore my black and white dress to the
Birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday
I wore my black and white dress
I think my friend said, "Stick it in the back of her head."
I think my friend said, "Two of them are sisters."
"I'm a murder tramp, birthday boy", I think I said
"I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in", I think he said
Then we wished them all a happy birthday
We kissed them all goodnight. Now he chases me to my room,
Chases me to my room, chases me
In my black and red dress
I think my friend said, "Don't forget the video."
I think my friend said, " Don't forget to smile."
"You're a murder tramp, murder tramp", I think he said
"You're a murder boy, birthday boy", I think I said
kudos if you know where I put the lyrics in.
And that's it with the uber long Authors notes. All I want to say now is: thanks. I don't own IZ. Gaz is awesome. And goodbye!