Chapter 2: Escape
Slowly, the door creaked open, causing Zim to jump with surprise. A shadow drifted into the room, resembling an evil demon. What actually came in, however, was much worse. Dib slid into the room, carrying a tray of assorted instruments, each one seeming sharper and pointier than the next as they gleamed in the artificial lights of the room. However, the scariest thing in the room was not any of the bizarre instruments; instead, it was Dib's smile, now resembling that of an alligator.
"Hello Zim. I see that you're comfortable." He said with an awful, gloating grin. Zim averted his fiery eyes to the other side of the room. He refused to see the pleasure in Dib's face, let alone give him any more. The fact that Dib had won was enough to make Zim's head explode with hate.
"I told you that it would simply be a matter of time, my dear Zim." Dib said coolly, as he placed the tray next to the table Zim was restrained to. "We both knew it would come to this. Me, finally getting the respect I so very deserve and you." An evil smile spread across his face and Dib seemed to be beside himself with happiness. "Will finally be cut up on an autopsy table. Oh, this will be so great. Maybe the WILL name the autopsy video after me, air it on TV and then, I will have the respect I so deserve."
At these words, Zim gave Dib a look of pure hatred and venom. However, at the time, his hate for Dib was nothing compared to that of his hate for Gaz. But right now, all he wanted to do was leap from his restraints and latch his claws to Dib's neck, squeezing until Dib's head popped, leaving a bloody mess all around this room.
"As you may have or have not guessed you're in one of the basement rooms of the Swollen Eyeball society's secret underground base. Neat huh? In about a half an hour, they will see I was right all along and your screams shall be heard from miles and miles away." At this point, Zim couldn't take it anymore.
"SHUT YOUR NOISE HOLE STICK BEAST!! I WILL NEVER GIVE YOU THE PLEASURE OF THAT!!! YOU MAY THINK THAT YOU'VE WON, BUT JUST WAIT!! I'LL GET YOU AND YOUR SISTER!" At the mention of his sister, Dib's smile tripled in size.
"Did you think she actually liked you in the first place?" His voice was that of a serpent. "Yes, Zim, It was all a set up. When I first mentioned the idea to her, she refused to be anywhere near that "dorky alien." But when I told her I'd buy her the new Game Slave 3 and pizza for a year, she agreed. From her, I got all the information about you and your freaky little planet. And that brings me here, where all I have left to do is take a peek inside." His eyes gloated and jeered at the hurt expression on Zim's face. How he loved seeing Zim's agony and pain. Every sign of defeat on his face was a small victory for Dib. For years he had dreamed of this moment, finally getting an alien, and fame seemed closer than ever before. The power he had over Zim gave him an overwhelming sense of superiority.
"Gargantuan headed fool boy." Replied Zim plainly. He was too pained to put the usual vigor and emphasis in his words. Dib had hit him where it really hurt, his heart, or, at least the Irken equivalent of one. The mere thought that Gaz, his seemingly best friend, betraying him felt worse than any festering wound. He felt as if he had been stuck with a hundred knives and needles, each deeply embedded in his body. It was no use hiding these feelings because Dib knew; he knew he was in terrible, terrible emotional pain.
"Whoops, almost forgot," Dib said as his eyes strayed to the tray. "I left out a few tools. I'll be right back." Zim's eyes followed Dib to the door. Suddenly, Dib stopped and turned around, with an unpleasant smile at Zim. "Now, don't you go anywhere Zim." He said, before slipping through the door. His footsteps could be heard echoing down the hall until Zim knew he was gone.
At that moment, Zim's hatred turned to fear. Every threat of his "Impending Doom" that Dib had ever made filled his mind. Random threats and curses grew like a weed into his thoughts. Every gory picture of his body being ripped apart and mangled increased the speed of his breathing to higher and higher levels. These, the things he had once laughed at and had put down as simply madness. Never, in his wildest dreams did he ever believe that Dib would catch him, an invader.
His eyes turned to the tray that Dib had brought in earlier. He examined each instrument and imagined how they would pierce his skin, splatter his blood, and prod his insides. His eyes stopped on the scalpel, which he could almost feel tearing painfully and slowly down his chest. The thought of the unbearable pain that would spread throughout his body made him feel queasy. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop these thoughts from flashing over and over again in his mind.
"Will I scream?" He thought "Will the pain be THAT bad? Oh mighty Irk please don't let me scream. I cannot show weakness and let that little weasel gloat."
However, even if he was able to bear the autopsy, he was still doomed. If he did survive it, Dib would know his weaknesses. He could get put through terrible torture, or worse, he could be put in, A ZOO! It was then he knew he had to get out. The question was, how?
Suddenly, Zim remembered his backpack and the spider legs. On his thought, one of the legs shot out and proceeded to pick the locks of his restraints. Quickly, he began his tack, knowing that any second; Dib could burst through the door and dash any hopes of escaping, let alone living. In a few minutes, he had unlocked them all, and so far, so god, no dib. As he pulled his foot from the final restraint, the door creaked open. In came Dib, carrying a particularly nasty looking probe in his hand. However, at the sight of the empty table, he soon dropped this probe. He was in such a shock that he didn't see a flash of two bright, ruby ovals, or hear the closing of the door.
"What, where..." Dib stuttered as he walked towards the table. "No, no, no, no," Dib cried as he pounded the table. However, he was soon interrupted by a cry and an attack from behind. As Dib had come into the room, Zim had slipped onto the ceiling with assistance of his spider legs, shut the door silently, and was waiting fro his moment. At that point, he quickly leapt from the ceiling and pinned Dib to the table.
"ZIM!" cried Dib. "How...you were....I was...but...."
"SILENCE!" Zim shrieked with a renewed sense of vigor. "I told you that you didn't know what you were dealing with, Dib. Despite your foolish efforts, I was still able to escape. I'm not called an invader for nothing. You thought you had complete control, didn't you Dib? You thought you finally had me. Well it seems now it is I, ZIM, who has the upper hand as of late." Zim's eyes flamed with the fires of delight. Dib's every squirm fed his lust for vengeance over his enemy. For the first time in a while, Zim actually felt, Happy.
Wh...what are you going to do to me Zim?" Dib stuttered. Only a few moments ago the Irken was at his complete mercy, but now, the table had turned.
"Nothing now Dib. There are too many people here. If they see something has killed you, they'll know you were right. However, if I leave you here, without proof, they'll just dismiss you as crazy yet again. But..." Zim paused for a second and picked up one of the knives on the tray. "Someday, you'll know how it feels to be on the operating table, Dib." Zim grinned viciously as he pointed the knife in Dib's direction and made a slicing motion across his throat.
"But...I'm not the alien...You are!" Dib cried as he struggled under Zim's grasp.
"You are on my planet." Zim said coolly. With that, Zim took off down the hall as Dib fainted, too shocked to follow.
Slowly, the door creaked open, causing Zim to jump with surprise. A shadow drifted into the room, resembling an evil demon. What actually came in, however, was much worse. Dib slid into the room, carrying a tray of assorted instruments, each one seeming sharper and pointier than the next as they gleamed in the artificial lights of the room. However, the scariest thing in the room was not any of the bizarre instruments; instead, it was Dib's smile, now resembling that of an alligator.
"Hello Zim. I see that you're comfortable." He said with an awful, gloating grin. Zim averted his fiery eyes to the other side of the room. He refused to see the pleasure in Dib's face, let alone give him any more. The fact that Dib had won was enough to make Zim's head explode with hate.
"I told you that it would simply be a matter of time, my dear Zim." Dib said coolly, as he placed the tray next to the table Zim was restrained to. "We both knew it would come to this. Me, finally getting the respect I so very deserve and you." An evil smile spread across his face and Dib seemed to be beside himself with happiness. "Will finally be cut up on an autopsy table. Oh, this will be so great. Maybe the WILL name the autopsy video after me, air it on TV and then, I will have the respect I so deserve."
At these words, Zim gave Dib a look of pure hatred and venom. However, at the time, his hate for Dib was nothing compared to that of his hate for Gaz. But right now, all he wanted to do was leap from his restraints and latch his claws to Dib's neck, squeezing until Dib's head popped, leaving a bloody mess all around this room.
"As you may have or have not guessed you're in one of the basement rooms of the Swollen Eyeball society's secret underground base. Neat huh? In about a half an hour, they will see I was right all along and your screams shall be heard from miles and miles away." At this point, Zim couldn't take it anymore.
"SHUT YOUR NOISE HOLE STICK BEAST!! I WILL NEVER GIVE YOU THE PLEASURE OF THAT!!! YOU MAY THINK THAT YOU'VE WON, BUT JUST WAIT!! I'LL GET YOU AND YOUR SISTER!" At the mention of his sister, Dib's smile tripled in size.
"Did you think she actually liked you in the first place?" His voice was that of a serpent. "Yes, Zim, It was all a set up. When I first mentioned the idea to her, she refused to be anywhere near that "dorky alien." But when I told her I'd buy her the new Game Slave 3 and pizza for a year, she agreed. From her, I got all the information about you and your freaky little planet. And that brings me here, where all I have left to do is take a peek inside." His eyes gloated and jeered at the hurt expression on Zim's face. How he loved seeing Zim's agony and pain. Every sign of defeat on his face was a small victory for Dib. For years he had dreamed of this moment, finally getting an alien, and fame seemed closer than ever before. The power he had over Zim gave him an overwhelming sense of superiority.
"Gargantuan headed fool boy." Replied Zim plainly. He was too pained to put the usual vigor and emphasis in his words. Dib had hit him where it really hurt, his heart, or, at least the Irken equivalent of one. The mere thought that Gaz, his seemingly best friend, betraying him felt worse than any festering wound. He felt as if he had been stuck with a hundred knives and needles, each deeply embedded in his body. It was no use hiding these feelings because Dib knew; he knew he was in terrible, terrible emotional pain.
"Whoops, almost forgot," Dib said as his eyes strayed to the tray. "I left out a few tools. I'll be right back." Zim's eyes followed Dib to the door. Suddenly, Dib stopped and turned around, with an unpleasant smile at Zim. "Now, don't you go anywhere Zim." He said, before slipping through the door. His footsteps could be heard echoing down the hall until Zim knew he was gone.
At that moment, Zim's hatred turned to fear. Every threat of his "Impending Doom" that Dib had ever made filled his mind. Random threats and curses grew like a weed into his thoughts. Every gory picture of his body being ripped apart and mangled increased the speed of his breathing to higher and higher levels. These, the things he had once laughed at and had put down as simply madness. Never, in his wildest dreams did he ever believe that Dib would catch him, an invader.
His eyes turned to the tray that Dib had brought in earlier. He examined each instrument and imagined how they would pierce his skin, splatter his blood, and prod his insides. His eyes stopped on the scalpel, which he could almost feel tearing painfully and slowly down his chest. The thought of the unbearable pain that would spread throughout his body made him feel queasy. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop these thoughts from flashing over and over again in his mind.
"Will I scream?" He thought "Will the pain be THAT bad? Oh mighty Irk please don't let me scream. I cannot show weakness and let that little weasel gloat."
However, even if he was able to bear the autopsy, he was still doomed. If he did survive it, Dib would know his weaknesses. He could get put through terrible torture, or worse, he could be put in, A ZOO! It was then he knew he had to get out. The question was, how?
Suddenly, Zim remembered his backpack and the spider legs. On his thought, one of the legs shot out and proceeded to pick the locks of his restraints. Quickly, he began his tack, knowing that any second; Dib could burst through the door and dash any hopes of escaping, let alone living. In a few minutes, he had unlocked them all, and so far, so god, no dib. As he pulled his foot from the final restraint, the door creaked open. In came Dib, carrying a particularly nasty looking probe in his hand. However, at the sight of the empty table, he soon dropped this probe. He was in such a shock that he didn't see a flash of two bright, ruby ovals, or hear the closing of the door.
"What, where..." Dib stuttered as he walked towards the table. "No, no, no, no," Dib cried as he pounded the table. However, he was soon interrupted by a cry and an attack from behind. As Dib had come into the room, Zim had slipped onto the ceiling with assistance of his spider legs, shut the door silently, and was waiting fro his moment. At that point, he quickly leapt from the ceiling and pinned Dib to the table.
"ZIM!" cried Dib. "How...you were....I was...but...."
"SILENCE!" Zim shrieked with a renewed sense of vigor. "I told you that you didn't know what you were dealing with, Dib. Despite your foolish efforts, I was still able to escape. I'm not called an invader for nothing. You thought you had complete control, didn't you Dib? You thought you finally had me. Well it seems now it is I, ZIM, who has the upper hand as of late." Zim's eyes flamed with the fires of delight. Dib's every squirm fed his lust for vengeance over his enemy. For the first time in a while, Zim actually felt, Happy.
Wh...what are you going to do to me Zim?" Dib stuttered. Only a few moments ago the Irken was at his complete mercy, but now, the table had turned.
"Nothing now Dib. There are too many people here. If they see something has killed you, they'll know you were right. However, if I leave you here, without proof, they'll just dismiss you as crazy yet again. But..." Zim paused for a second and picked up one of the knives on the tray. "Someday, you'll know how it feels to be on the operating table, Dib." Zim grinned viciously as he pointed the knife in Dib's direction and made a slicing motion across his throat.
"But...I'm not the alien...You are!" Dib cried as he struggled under Zim's grasp.
"You are on my planet." Zim said coolly. With that, Zim took off down the hall as Dib fainted, too shocked to follow.