You know what I shamelessly love? Predators or the yautja or my shmexi alien BOIFRIIIIENDS as I call them…I wish…

What? Don't look at me like that.

Anyway Saturday's my birthday and I was feeling all inspired to write more of this…I'm so oldey moldy, too old to be writing fanfics but I don't even care.

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"Uh, hey kid you're not looking well." Johnny approached the bed and studied Dib.

The teenager was resting on his side again. His eyes were closed, his brow was creased and his lips were two thin lines on his face.

He either didn't notice Johnny coming back in the room or he was so wound up he didn't care about his return. He really looked like he was fixing to vomit at any moment.

The kid was probably in shock from hearing about the dead man underneath the bed. People didn't handle corpses to well.

"You alright?" Johnny persisted.

He set their sodas down next to the television and made his way over to the bed.

"My stomach hurts."

"Oh no poor baby."

Dib opened his eyes and stared at Johnny; if looks could've killed. He started to say something and then stopped.

"It's fine." It was hard for Dib to keep from insulting Johnny.

The more time he spent with the man, the more repulsed he became.

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the bathroom?"

"I said I'm fine stop pestering me about it!" Dib snapped.

Johnny threw his hands up defensively.

"Jeez somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

Was that a joke? Dib wasn't entertained by Johnny's attempt at humor.

Johnny however, clapped a few times and laughed until he snorted.

"It was funny and you know it. I'm hilarious."

Dib sighed. He didn't have the energy to care anymore. He had to accept Johnny's company for the moment. He didn't have another choice.

Johnny's merriment stopped as fast as it began. He put his index finger to his lips to indicate to Dib that he needed to be quiet.

Johnny moved to the door. He stood away from it not daring to get close enough to touch it. He looked below at the space between it and the floor.

He saw a shadow pass. He got his pocket knife ready. Dib wiggled on the bed so he could get into an upright position.

His movement made the bed creak and Johnny snapped his head around to glower at him.

He mouthed the word. "Stop."

Dib swung his bare feet over the bed and planted them on the carpet. He was tired of having no use of his hands.

His shoulders and arms were aching from being stuck in such an unnatural position for so long. Johnny positioned the knife so if he needed to slice it away from his body he could more easily.

On a physical scale he wasn't terribly strong. He was lucky Dib was almost as skinny as him.

He had struggled dragging the teenager along.

When he killed people with his hands he preferred quick decisive blows which caused the most damage without putting too much strain on his feeble body.

His plan was to slice the throat of whoever stood on the other side of the door. Three loud knocks on the door confirmed Johnny wasn't merely seeing things. Johnny didn't respond.

The person rapped his or her fist several more times, each time growing louder and the door trembled from the force of each blow.

Dib's heart thundered in his chest. Could it be Zim?

He didn't know and as much as it terrified him it also excited him. He was torn between this elevation and fear. He squirmed again making more noise than necessary.

Johnny backed off from the door. He went for Dib with his knife poised just waiting to be used for its cruel purpose.

Dib surprised him by trying to kick his shins. He dodged the kicks and went to grab a fistful of the teenager's hair. Dib fell purposefully back onto the bed to avoid it.

It forced Johnny to stoop over him and he brought his right knee up making contact with Johnny's chest.

"Oww you little shit!"

Johnny, in retaliation swung the knife and punched it into Dib's hip. Dib cried out at the pain which blasted him from where Johnny's knife entered. The door to the room came off a second later.

The neighbor directly across the hall was coming out of his room when Zim wrenched the door from it hinges.

Zim flung it back without concern for what was in its path. The door hit the man and killed him. Its impact shattered his bones. His heart and lungs were punctured by his own broken chest plate.

He died from suffocation in a matter of minutes. It was the most merciful killing so far, he was already unconscious before he hit the floor.

So much for subtly. As soon as Zim heard Dib's pain he abandoned any preconceived plan on keeping things low key.

He could only focus on the hatred he harbored for the person who caused his love such anguish.

His automaton arms went for Johnny who had enough sense to roll away at the last moment before they pierced into him.

Zim almost got Dib instead. Zim stopped them from piercing the boy, they hovered only inches from his chest.

Johnny used the momentary lapse to his advantage. He scuttled off the bed completely. He fell off at the foot of the bed and crawled under expanse to join his latest victim.

Zim leapt on top of the bed and pierced through it with his automated limbs. They went through its mattress and box spring easily.

Zim caught something fleshy and was satisfied when one of the two extremities had blood dripping from its point when he inspected them.

Johnny screamed when the inconceivable weapon got dead man next to him. He wasn't struck but he pretended to be. He crawled towards the wall and mashed himself as close against it as he could.

Zim penetrated the bed again in the same area and rejoiced when he heard nothing this time. Dib, in all the chaos had gotten off the bed and bolted for the doorway.

The knife was still embedded in his hip. He didn't feel its bite anymore. The adrenaline coursing through his body dulled his pain receptors.

Zim wasted no time in following him when he realized he'd left.

"Dib wait!"

Zim abandoned using any voice other than his own. His voice was shrill and metallic. It seemed to echo all around the hallway he ran through.

Dib turned down another hall going as fast as his long legs could possibly carry him. He had to stay away from close contact or else he wouldn't be able to resist Zim's charm.

He got a whiff of chlorine and he bolted towards the smell. Of all the luck; he couldn't believe this place had an indoor pool.

He found the door which led to the pool area. It was white and it had a list of rules taped to it. He turned around so he could grab the door handle.

He twisted the handle and almost cheered when it opened. He kicked the door to speed things along.

He was thankful he had such a head start on Zim. He wouldn't have made it otherwise. Zim was still far away. He wouldn't make it in time to stop Dib from jumping in the pool.

Dib was careful not to slip on the wet ground. He used the pool's set of stairs in order to submerge himself gently.

He stood in the smallest section, only three feet of water here so the level only saturated his legs and a bit of his genitals.

Zim cried out again, not so much from anger, more frustration and hurt. He was in the room with Dib now.

Dib continued wading thru the water until he was completely in the middle of the pool and out of any place where Zim could reach with his arms.

He faced Zim and gasped. Zim had abandoned the sunglasses and his black bulging eyes were on full display.

While he ran the hood fell down on his jacket and with nothing molding his fake head of hair to the front of his face, the hair had whipped all around his visage.

Zim's new face was hard to look at. He had stapled shredded chunks of skin together crudely to form the masking.

The staples were coming apart, the chunks of flesh peeling away falling onto his chest and the floor. It was a fast and shitty job he'd done. It barely qualified as a covering.

One of the pieces plopped into the water while Zim stood on the concrete edge. He said something Dib couldn't understand yet recognized from the articulation of the dialect.

When he was really frustrated Zim would slip phrases out in his native tongue. Dib understood the most basic of expressions. He had a better grasp of the language in writing than in speech.

Zim ripped the disguise off much like he had with Dib's teacher. He threw the bits into the water below. He was covered with a thick layer of crusty dried blood.

He didn't have time to clean the girl's skin like he had with Vincent. It was dark outside now he didn't need to be hidden away anymore.

He went to work next in getting the skin off his hands starting with the left one. He'd ignored the itch from them as long as he could.

He dug at his wrists with his needlepoints for teeth where he'd melted the flesh into his to make it blend together.

He removed the skin with his mouth like a glove. It hurt, part of his own flesh came away as well and he hissed a couple of times from the burning of having his muscles meet the air.

His healing ability went to work growing new flesh for him immediately.

He spat the abandoned epidermis and went to his right hand which was still recuperating from the window he broke earlier.

His oily blood dripped into the water and it made pretty little swirl patterns on the surface.

"You're a mess." Dib said.

"Only because of you." Zim smirked although there was no merriment in the act.

Zim stalked around the pool. Dib winced at the reawakened pain in his hip. The chlorine which seeped into his wound felt like he dumped a whole bottle of alcohol on it.

Zim crouched on his haunches and barfed into the pool. The urge had come on strong, he couldn't help himself.

Dib shook his head. The noise of hearing multiple splashes of solid and liquid hitting the water was nasty.

Zim didn't see any wriggling shapes in his sick. He wiped at his mouth with his newly formed claws.

"Go away Zim. You can't get me in here and you can't stand around forever and risk being exposed."

"You think? Maybe I'll wait here until the end of time."

"We both know that's not possible."

"Aren't you tired Dib? We could find a nice place to rest together since were both so messed up. I know I'd like to sleep for a long time. I've started having to take naps ever since I began growing. It's strange having to shut down like that. It's kind of nice though. I don't think about anything when I'm asleep. Vincent hated it when I rested. I still don't have any eyelids so I have a really intimidating stare while I'm out."

"I'm fine right where I am."

"You know you're making this harder than it needs to be. I thought you'd like my surprise coming back today and here we are. What happened?"

"You've lost it Zim if you think I'd be happy with you killing again. Humans have never mattered to you and I swore to protect my home against you. I changed when you changed and now you're behaving like the old Zim I didn't like at all."

"You just don't understand Dib. I'm the best choice for this planet. You want to talk about saving people? Without me the whole human race will die in time. At least with me I'll give them a purpose. Besides I get you feel responsible for these pathetic dirt crawlers but you'll never truly be like them Dib and you know it. You are above them and so you are an outcast. You know, were a lot alike you and me. It's too bad I had to die in order to figure out how superior I was. I used to be sad like you though I didn't realize it at the time. I used to think if only I could get acceptance from my peers I'd somehow be happier. I know you wonder all the time about your loyalty to a bunch of ungrateful savages, I know deep down you feel the same as me."

"Arrogant as always."

"Says the boy with a hero complex. Come on Dib you know you're as conceited as me thinking you're the only one who can save everybody."

Dib glanced at the faraway door to the pool area. He didn't hear any commotion coming from the hallways and wondered how long it would be before people started panicking.

"Get out of there. I'll cut you free from those bindings and we'll leave together. I want to take care of you."

Dib hated the affect Zim's words had on him without any of his pheromones making him susceptible.

He had always wanted this affection he supposed. He cared about Zim despite how terrible he was. He probably loved him. He could never do anything right.

"Dib..." Zim's tone changed.

It went from ear splitting to a soothing low decibel Dib had never heard before. The utterance came from somewhere deep in his chest.

"You don't care about me. I'm something you want to own and eventually you'll get bored of me and throw me away." Dib interrupted.

"No I won't. I want to extend your life stupid. We'll kind of switch, I'll keep getting more organic and you will have to be altered to be more machine like. This way you'll live a much longer time, hopefully as long as I and you'll get to see the universe like we talked about. I'll give you everything you want. All I ask is for you stay with me. I think it's a fair trade for what I offer."

Dib wasn't sure how to respond. He could see the old Zim, the Zim who enchanted him peeking from the gore.

"What if I wanted you to not kill any more people? Would you stop whatever it is you're planning and run away with me now?"

Zim said nothing. His body cracked and popped and his arms, legs and torso grew back to their original lengths. He stood to his full height. He wanted Dib to see how tall he'd actually become.

He took his off the shoes since his clawed feet were about to burst out of the petite feminine coverings. He felt ridiculous wearing the small jogging suit now.

He didn't like the idea of getting completely nude either, at least not here. Zim plunged his foot into the pool water unexpectedly. Dib was so surprised by it he audibly gasped.

The alien braced himself for the onslaught of agony and when nothing happened he grinned. It was a toothy genuine smile, the kind of smile which he displayed when he got his way.

"Dib look…water doesn't hurt anymore."

All at once Dib realized how foolish he'd been. The signs of Zim's immunity were right in front of his eyes.

Their kisses from earlier hadn't caused any harm to him and he was covered in drying blood now.

He was so messed up from everything he never stopped to wonder about it before. Dib knew he'd run out of options. He tried to get out of the pool but didn't get far.

It only took Zim seconds to get into the water with him and close the gap between their bodies. He stooped so he could wrap one arm tightly around Dib's shoulders.

He wrenched the knife from Dib's hip with his other hand. He used it to cut Dib's arms free from their holding. He pushed Dib face first into the pool when he was done with this task.

Dib splashed around and then surfaced. His clothing and hair stuck to him. The only time his wild locks could be tamed was when they were wet.

His hair had grown longer than he thought. It hung close to his shoulders. Zim broke through the water molecules again with his hands. He showered Dib with a fresh burst of the cool liquid.

Dib rubbed at his eyes. The chlorine hurt when it mixed with his contacts.

"I think that's what you humans call karma for what you did to my eyes earlier. Don't worry I'm not mad anymore. I won't hold it against you."

Dib squeezed his eyes shut from the stinging sensation. He backed away from Zim until his ass hit something hard. He had nowhere left to go.

Zim batted his hands away and grabbed his cheeks. He forced Dib to look at him. He loved the fact that Dib had to crane his neck in order to make eye contact.

Dib's eyes were bloodshot, he strained to keep them open.

"I adore you." Zim professed. "You're all I've been thinking about since Friday when I caught your scent. My sense of smell only recently returned to normal. I promise I never entirely forgot you, however with all these changes happening to me I was so preoccupied with dealing with it, it didn't register you were waiting for me."

Zim held his pheromones in check. He wanted Dib to hear this without any outside influence. He needed Dib to hear him and know he meant what he said.

"I've never cared about anything as much as I care about you. I'm not good at coping with this fact. I can't help myself. If anything you have more experience when it comes to raw passion. Emotionally I'm the equivalent of toddler. If I want something I take it. I'm trying. I'm doing the best I can, I didn't ask for this to happen."

"Zim…"

"No listen to me. Whoever that fucker was who brought you here could have really hurt you. He's the kind of person you want to save? Do you understand this? You're willing to die to spare people like him? You would choose those people over me?"

"No it's not like that!" Dib pushed on Zim's chest. "I can't pick and choose it's either all of them or nobody. I can't control people and what they do. All that's in my power is to ensure humanity keeps going."

Zim forced Dib to sit on the pool's edge by pushing him until he understood what he wanted.

He placed his arms on either side of the teenager's hips carefully avoiding Dib's hemorrhaging wound. He dipped his mouth into the crook of Dib's neck.

He ran his tongue over an important artery and enjoyed feeling Dib's quickening heartbeat.

"Purple isn't your color."

The peculiar statement threw Zim off guard. He pulled his face away so he could kiss Dib's cheek.

"Oh?" He breathed.

On this exhalation he let loose some of his hormones into the air which Dib caught.

"Stop it."

"Why?"

"Because I like it more than I should. It's not fair either."

"It's plenty fair when it's natural for my body to do."

Zim unzipped the jacket and rolled it down his emaciated shoulders. Dib stared at his chest. It was an unbroken view of bone, poor muscle density and marred skin.

Zim didn't have nipples or a belly button, it was all smooth. His skin felt spongy and pliable as opposed to Dib's which was soft yet thicker.

Zim was prone to bruising and cuts easier than Dib. He had a mess of red angry blotches covering his chest and stomach.

The old blood which covered him slowly dripped into the pool water. It had somewhat reconstituted after being wetted again.

Before they had gotten into the pool it was a lot cleaner. There was vomit, blood, pieces of skin and a whole scalp full of hair floating around sullying the water.

Zim had to push the floating mass of hair away with his hand when it drifted to close to the couple.

Dib hardly noticed. He touched one of the bigger marks on Zim's abdomen which stuck out amongst the brown of the blood and the green of Zim's skin.

Zim clicked approvingly at his touch.

"I like those noises too despite me calling you a cricket."

"And I love it when you touch me."

Dib flushed at Zim's words. He felt more lightheaded and carefree. The rolling in his stomach had ceased. It completely vanished as if it was never there to begin with.

Zim's words encouraged Dib to be bolder. He flattened his palm against Zim's wound. He pushed on the odd bruise and it made Zim flinch.

Zim stuck his finger into Dib's knife wound in retaliation. Dib moaned part from pain and a shocking amount of ecstasy.

Zim groped Dib's ass with his free hand. He kept his finger buried inside Dib's hip. The wound had a suction on his digit. It was as if it was inviting him to go deeper.

Dib's muscle was warm and wet. He moved his finger in a slow agonizing circle. Dib punched him in his bruise.

"Careful." Zim warned.

Dib apologized for his sudden outburst by gently kneading Zim's slight waist. He was thinner than the teenager overall.

This added with his height made it hard for Dib's brain to adjust to how he appeared.

Zim went for the zipper to Dib's sopping cargo pants. He had to force himself to stop before things went too far. Dib moaned his protest.

"Not here beautiful. We have to go. I don't want anyone interrupting us, or more specifically I don't want them looking at you."

"You don't own me." Dib sounded about as confident as he felt.

The redness from his flushed cheeks spread to his entire face.

"Of course I do. You're the one I plan on spending the rest of my life with."

Zim tried to pull himself out the pool water. Dib shoved him back into it before he fully emerged. He put all of his strength into the push.

He scooted away from the pool. He rolled around and got to his hands and knees. Zim was already out of the water and standing before Dib could go any further.

Zim grabbed Dib's right ankle and jerked him several feet across the tile.

"I've played nice for as long as I can stomach. Quit pushing me away."

Zim twisted the foot in his grasp until Dib was beating both hands against the ground. If he had gone any further he would have snapped the ankle in multiple places.

He grabbed Dib by his shirt and pulled him into a standing position. Dib's strained ankle rolled and he fell into the alien's eager grip.

"Why do you always have to be so mean?" The beguiled teen couldn't stop how doleful he sounded.

"You are the one who keeps hurting me. I keep professing my love and you keep throwing it in my face! You make me so mad!"

Zim wanted to shake Dib. Being nice had almost led to him getting killed. These were the problems Zim knew would happen. Dib was too much of a danger to himself.

"Let's go. We'll find an emergency exit in case there's too many people in the front. Come on."

Zim captured Dib's hand with his. It was the first time the teenager noticed the added digits. Zim squeezed his hand hard while he ground his insubstantial knuckles against each other.

"Don't push me away anymore. I can't stand it."

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*sigh*

They almost diddled…

Almost…