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An:/ This in no way is related to Two of Us or any other ZADR I’ve done. I like death and sex. Do you like sex with death? Anyway, here is an extremely sick and twisted epic for your enjoyment. Pseudo rape, mpreg, gore and disturbing medical stuff. You’ve been warned.

Kinetic Chapter 1: Shatter

We learned so little,
Of inhuman culture,
Before disappearance,
Went right through us,

The mothership,
Boarded by fools;
We escape space,
In order to reach,
Our destination.

And if you are listening,
Please tell us about the time,
Where and when we exist,
No more.

For when you go,
We go with you,
Via wormholes.

Kinetic – Arcturus

Like a dream the last week played before his eyes. He was waking up beside some girl just about every day of the past month. It had been dark in the spacious apartment and she was sitting beside him on the recently crumpled bed. It was the last time they would ever be intimate, although he had thought at that moment that this had been a long time coming.

“You’re so cold Dib,” she said with a weak smile, “it’s like the infinite blackness of space has invaded your heart.”

He nodded his head, “I think you’re right. There’s always been some kind of invasion going on. Ever since I was a kid.”

She sighed worriedly, “You say the weirdest things. Call me if you need someone to talk to. We may be over, but you could stay.” She smiled, “I feel some kind of sisterly devotion for such a hopeless cause.”

She had given him that concerned look of hers, “you’re going to be ok though, right?”

He had nodded slowly, “Yeah. Everything will be ok.”

Her hand had left his shoulder at that instance, never to be felt again. He had never called her that day or any other and never would.

The saddest part was that he didn’t really care.

~*~

Gaz was playing Gameslave at the house. She was still living at home while she went to art school.

“Hey idiot,” she said, barely looking up. “I heard Angela dumped you.”

“Yeah,” he said, sitting at the table with his face buried in his arms.

“Are you depressed?” she asked.

“Not really,” he shrugged.

Gaz uncharacteristically set down her Gameslave. “Dib, you’re really starting to worry me. You’re like…the coldest person on the planet. And that’s really something coming from me.” She grumbled irritably when he didn’t respond, “Do you enjoy living your life like a fucking robot?”

He stared at her blankly, “Gaz, there’s nothing wrong with me. I wish you and Dad would give it a rest. I’m fine. I have a job. I had a girlfriend. I’m just…a little unmotivated sometimes.”

She glowered and picked up her game, “Whatever. It’s your stupid life.”

It was in his opinion, a very stupid life indeed. In his field he was a top scientist but that didn’t stop his peers from chuckling to themselves as he walked by. His work at the lab was unconventional; he had direct contact with SETI, parapsychologists and numerous research labs across the United States that had anything to do with extraterrestrial life. Like thousands of other people across the globe, he was searching for signs that something else was out there in the stars. Unlike most people however, he definitely knew that there was.

The alien named ‘Zim’ from the mysterious planet ‘Irk’ had disappeared completely ten years ago, just after Dib had turned twelve. The loss was so profound that when he saw the empty hole where the house once stood, it shook him to his very core. Everything he had worked for and everything he had seen had just suddenly become void. There would be no proving, no exciting chases, and no great and final showdown. Not anymore. Life became too real and, in protest, he spent most of it locked in his room. Anti-social in the extreme, he did nothing but read and reread his old notes for months. When it finally became apparent that the alien was probably never coming back, he resigned himself to a half-assed existence in the scientific field.

Unbeknownst to most, he had scalped his job from the apprentice of a top alien researcher in the field. Coldly and methodically he did all the appropriate things and took all the appropriate actions to crush another human being’s dreams. And it hadn’t bothered him one bit. The work was hard and it paid poorly but he could try and squeeze just a little bit of those old exciting feelings from hard unyielding research.

“Zero after zero after zero,” he had said, staring at the performance sheet.

It was around then he realised his own voice was beginning to make him sick to his stomach. He was finding nothing, just like every single person before him and even before that, ad nauseum to the very foundation of the research facility. There was no real reason to keep going; save for that one single dream that he would someday find something. That he would find real solid indisputable proof that aliens did exist, that he wasn’t crazy and that the insane green alien he had known so well in childhood hadn’t been just a morbid hallucination created by a despondent mind.

And lately, he was far more than despondent. He had been most of his adult life. It was as if since the day that the alien disappeared, his existence had remained suspended in some kind of inertia. It was as if his very soul had become engulfed in its tallow and was unable to move. He took great pains to never speak to anyone at length and kept desperately to himself. Most days he could barely bring himself to eat to survive. He was pathetically thin, with dark gloomy circles under his eyes because of anxious sleep and the utter void he had felt creeping into his heart, which carried over to just about everything he did. The life he lived had become so insincere that if he were to die tomorrow, it wouldn’t really matter to him in any way. There was just nothing that meant anything in his existence anymore.

But then a certain call one day had come from his office; he was needed. Someone was actually requesting him - the usually sneered at expert on alien life, to give an address to the scientific community. Some political bigwig had stumbled on the essential proof itself but that didn’t matter to him; he had had the ‘proof’ for years as far as he was concerned. Now he could finally go to a conference without being practically laughed out of it and tell the world the truth. All of his meaningless life had come down to this one single event.

Dib straightened the pleats on his lab jacket.

“This is the moment you’ve been waiting for all your life,” he whispered to himself, “so don’t screw up.”

The minutes he had spent reminiscing about his horribly pathetic life weren’t important anymore. In fact nothing mattered at all now; after this address he would go home, have a shower and probably hang himself. It would be the last meaningful event in his lonely worthless existence.

When the curtains opened, just about every scientist in the country was standing in front of him enthralled, awaiting his conclusions on the extra terrestrial life that had so recently made contact with Earth. His dad was standing off to the side with a glimmer of joy shining in his glasses, probably from relief that his poor insane son had finally proven himself perfectly sane. Gaz was there, too, in the audience somewhere playing a Gameslave, most likely. Surprisingly, the aliens contacting Earth hadn’t been Irken or Zim-like at all. These were the totally unknown Meekrob.

He stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat, “Greetings fellow humans,” he said, causing the mic to warble, “As you all know by now, aliens do in fact exist! As I so often pointed out in my youth when no one would listen!” he paused to proverbial crickets chirping. Sighing he continued. “But that doesn’t matter anymore. What’s important is that we subvert any possible attacks now and in the future by cooperating as best we can with our fellow living beings.”

The ground in front of him began to rumble. He paused momentarily while a monstrous shadow slowly swallowed the area in a deep adumbration. It suddenly began to progress frighteningly quickly. The expressions on the scientist’s faces were a mix of abject horror and amazement.

“THEY’RE HERE!!!” shrieked a professor in a long white coat, pointing frantically behind Dib.

As if the magic word had been spoken thousands began to run. The mic fell down in slow motion, as the entire world froze around him. He could only stare up at the monstrous Irken Armada ship helplessly as it slid by above him.

“I know that symbol!” He screamed, “Those are IRKENS!! Irkens!! Like I said! Like I said all along!!” he randomly grabbed strangers, trying to get them to stop for one second and acknowledge his shrieking eruditions.

No one was listening to his frantic pleas; they were all running away. As he stood in the scrambling mob he could see his Dad running across the stage. He briefly looked up just in time to see a strange slit opening up on the belly of the spaceship now clearly hovering over the sky.

“Oh my god, they’re going to kill us,” Dib moaned, “move, Dad, move!!” he tried to cry to his father across the grounds.

Blindingly hot beams shot down from the looming ship, frying everything in its path. As Dib was blown backwards, he could smell something burning. A terrible pain covered his left side, as he became air born.

A sickening crunch was heard when he hit the ground. Something wet slid down his cheek; when he reached up to wipe it out of the way he felt the strangest pain. He could only see out of his right eye but he was able to see that the stage and podium were entirely gone. However, in the hazy dust ahead he could see a man in a white coat and a girl with purple hair running towards the now billowing black smoke. Did his father and Gaz somehow survive?

When the second shot came, he also heard even louder screaming.

“No! Dad! Gaz!” he gurgled out. A blackened skeletal hand reached towards them, when he realised it was his own he flung himself backwards screaming.

He clutched his chest with his less burned hand, “I’m going to die,” he whimpered. It suddenly hit him that in a screaming burning pile of thousands, death became a lot less appealing.

Dib finally collapsed and couldn’t move. As another dark looming shadow flew over him, he could barely make out the Irken symbol against the bright purple hull. He vaguely hoped for a quick and painless end as consciousness slipped away from him.

***

Billions of miles away in the deepest depths of the blackest space, very important space aliens were having a very important meeting. They were all there: every species and organization across the known universes to discuss with the Irkens a possible solution to the current problem.

A globular alien was rubbing his stubby gluey hands together nervously. There was a lot of money riding on this decision; a lot of profit could be made if they would just consider the feelings of his clients, the Organic Federation.

“But it’s in our way! That’s the whole point of destroying it,” the Irken ambassador argued.

“Sir, if you and your kind could just wait for a few more days, we can get most of the useful material off that planet and you can go ahead!” argued Slorth, another globular being.

The Meekrob sighed, “We were just going to start up trade with these creatures. Their planet is full of natural resources and they’re easy to exploit if you throw a bunch of their silly paper money at them. This is really a big disappointment.”

The Irken rolled his eyes, “you know you were going to be compensated for any loss of trade. I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”

The Organic Federation representative, Glunther Slotroth, raised his wet slimy hand. “Excuse me for a moment, sirs, but I think you’re forgetting a prime concern. This species’ capabilities are really quite unique. We’ve been testing them out secretly using sample beings we took from that planet years ago. It was a huge project and for it to go down the tubes because of a trans-dimensional portal you want to open up…”

The Irken eyed him impatiently.

Glunther gulped, “all we need is 3 or 4 days. We’ll pick up as many as the species as we can. I’d say with that amount of time we could get 4 million. Maybe. It’s not as many as we’d like but better then just letting them go to waste. We’ll even give you a batch for yourselves if you want,” shrugged Glunther.

The Irken cringed, “No thanks. But clarify this for me, Glunther, why should I waste time letting you save any of these…things?” he finished with a wave of his claw.

Glunther cleared his throat, “Well the fact of the matter, sir, is there are a whole lot of struggling organic species out there that all breed with chromosomes. These creatures are just fantastic for that purpose!” he squealed excitedly, “You can alter both sexes very simply and through an extended lifetime of several hundred years…my goodness they can have as many as 20 perfectly healthy children. More if you’re attentive!” he rubbed his gooey hands together, “these creatures are too big a boon for us to ignore. Imagine the endangered Blorphians and what these little mammalians could do for them! Blorphians only have one child every thousand years! With these creatures producing perfect genetic offspring there won’t even be an endangerment problem anymore and you can go back to using them in your mines!” Glunther finished ecstatically, waiting for the verdict with his slimy hands poised on the edge of the trapezoidal table.

The Irken thought about it for a minute then replied, “Well, it is hard to find replacement workers that can stand thousands of tons of pressure…and it would be nice to have more Zorbs to do our laundry. We’ll give you two days. The invasion will be paused during this period, but two days is all you’re getting!” he emphasised. “Get as many as you can. The rest will be counted as compensation by the mighty Irken Empire. This is assuming, of course, that it goes through the Tallest…”

Glunther smiled and nodded. There was no way they wouldn’t authorize something that meant less work for them.

“Thank you, Ambassador,” Glunther said smiling a huge wet sloppy grin.

The aliens conferred that this was a decision for the best and called a recess in Food Courtia.

Life, death, and planetary destruction were just part of another day.

***

If the darkness of space was unforgiving, it was nothing compared to the creature occupying the Irken Starship docked beside an abandoned edge of the universe.

“I need twice as much as this. If you’re holding me to some obscure new law, then I need more organic matter NOW!” a voice said in an irritated fashion.

Dib couldn’t move. Where was he? He didn’t even know if he was alive or in Hell. His body felt absolutely stationary. He wasn’t in any direct discomfort but it was very cold and he couldn’t see.

“If you don’t want that human to die, send it to me immediately! I only have six jars left. No, he was burned badly! Yes! So you finally see why! Idiot stink creature! Just do it!” the voice sounded vaguely familiar. There was something about it but it was dark and hissing and definitely nothing like anything Dib had ever heard.

“Where am I?” he managed to scratch out of his torn throat.

He heard noises in the darkness. His vision was most definitely out; he couldn’t see a thing in front of him. But if the slight discomfort he began to feel was any indication, it seemed at least for now that this wasn’t a dream and he had indeed survived.

“You’re on a ship. Go back to sleep, Dib. You’ll be fine.”

That voice…where was it from? There was something threatening about it. Some childhood dream he couldn’t quite grasp.

It didn’t matter anymore because he couldn’t help himself from passing out.

His eyes opened sharply. Vague colours and shapes could be seen out of one eye but the creature looking down at him was easy to identify. Green skin and red eyes. An Irken and this one was at least as big as him, if not more. Nothing like the little pip squeaks he had run into on Earth.

The most agonising pain he had ever felt in his life ripped through his body.

“Oh god, whatever you’re doing STOP!” he cried.

“Stop moaning, I’m CONCENTRATING,” the alien hissed.

“Please just let me die. Oh god….” He moaned again, “Let me die PLEASE!!” he sobbed uncontrollably, thrashing his head against metal restraints.

“Listen!! You have to be awake right now or you’ll really DIE. Let me finish or you’ll never see your big stupid head again!” it snapped.

“…Wait…who are you? Ugh,” he whimpered, “I know you…”

“It doesn’t matter right now. The sooner you keep quiet the sooner I’ll be done.” It hissed at him.

He kept quiet as the blinding pain wracked through his body. He passed out twice but was woken up by whatever machinery he was hooked up to. His vision cleared briefly telling him he was in some kind of body sized tube. When he looked down near the alien, he could see his skin pulled open in all directions. He reeled in horror; it appeared he was being operated on while he was conscious. Things began to get blurry.

“No, no, no, don’t you die yet, Dib. Not yet! Arrgh!” he could hear the frustrated screams right into his unconsciousness.

Again he opened his eyes. But this was completely different. Everything was clear now out of his right eye. The machines that were around the glass tube he could clearly see. A sheet covered his body. He could very slightly move his right hand but the left side of his body was still numb and useless. There were tubes and alien looking devices all over the place, meters and flashing Irken numbers and strange screens with even stranger pictures on them. He recognised something as an advanced heart monitor he had seen in the hospital once. Bits and pieces of conversation came back to him. He was on a ship, he knew that much, all he had to do was look around to figure that out. It was apparently Irken but weren’t they the ones destroying Earth? He was so confused. A door slid open to his left; he could hear it but he couldn’t turn his head to look.

“My skills were more incredible than I thought,” a voice said smugly. “You’re stable. Hmm…and awake.”

Who was this strange creature that spoke to him in such a familiar manner? The voice was probably the weirdest sound he had ever heard in his life. It was deep and distorted, nasal and echoing all at once.

“Wait,” he thought to himself, “Nicknames I had when I was a kid, inflated ego, irritable disposition…” it all slid into place.

“Is that…you? Zim?” he choked out.

“I wondered when you’d figure it out. Humans are so stupid,” he cackled, from the other side of the room.

There was something crueller about his mannerisms. Something inherently meaner about the way he spoke. And his voice was so much deeper, it sounded like it had been bizarrely warped.

“You’re…different. What happened to you?” he whispered.

“Worry about that later. You have a lot of healing to do. Don’t expect to be awake again for a while.” The alien hit a button on one of the machines, “but when you do wake up, you should be much better off.”

“Wait!” but Zim had already left through the sliding door and a creeping fog had covered his body in a cold dark slumber.

When next he woke up, he was in a room. He could see clearly out of his right eye and joyfully he realised he could move his hands. He was dressed in simple black clothes; a long sleeved shirt and some pants. He was barefoot but as he roused himself he saw shoes set out by his bed. He struggled for moment, righting himself, and then got attacked with a severe case of vertigo.

“Argh,” he grabbed his head.

Stricken with sudden panic, he looked at his hands. They looked normal. His right hand was perfect and the left only had a few slight scars you had to really squint at to see. He laughed in nervous relief and then frowned. He needed to get to a mirror. And why couldn’t he see out of his left eye?

He staggered to his feet, which was more difficult then it should have been, and walked towards the green door in the entirely green room. It had an Irken symbol on it he didn’t recognise. When he went through he was greeted with a fairly normal looking bathroom. The whole place was green; it was kind of weird to Dib. But then, at this point, what wouldn’t be weird when he had spent an undisclosed amount of time unconscious on an alien ship. Dib found what he was looking for.

The mirror stood off to the side. It was in hesitant inches that he exposed himself to the reflective surface. He could see his black messy hair, his pale skin and then both his brown eyes. He let out a sigh of relief. It all looked normal.

“Wait…” he said as he leaned in close, “my eye…”

He touched it. It was hard. His left eye was apparently a prosthetic.

“Oh god,” he moaned as it suddenly struck him as to what had been sliding down his face on that battlefield.

He grabbed the edges of the sink for a minute, calming down his rapid breathing.

“Dib, don’t be a moron. It could have been so much worse. A fake eye is nothing compared to what might have happened.” He said, breathing deeply.

When he was sufficiently calmed, he took off the shirt and examined his back. Scars were thicker there on the left side. There was also a very faint line running down his back to his tailbone. His chest once again, was only slightly marred on the left, everything else was pristine. He made a quick check between his legs. Everything was fine there too. He laughed at himself.

“You’re such a dork,” he said out of abject relief.

He wandered out into the room again. The bed was actually pretty big- green with purple pillows. There was no adornment on the walls, and only a single stuffed chair and an end table. There were no magazines, books or anything else that looked remotely interesting. There was a small control panel by the door and what looked like an electronic writing tablet on the end table. He picked up the tablet and took the stylus from the side. It seemed to have a bunch of electronic books on it. Lots of stuff in weird alien languages he didn’t know how to read, surprisingly a bunch of human classics. And then, all in a row at the end were some oddly familiar pieces of literature.

“Swollen Eyeball’s Guide to the Paranormal, Aliens and You, Bigfoot, Yeti, and Other Creatures, Mysteries Unexplained,” Dib swallowed. “These are all the books I had in my room as a kid. Wait…now I remember!” he put down the stylus, “Zim! It was Zim who rescued me!”

He ran over to the door, tracing his hands around its shape trying to find a way out, but to no avail.

“Come on, there must be some way to open it up! Zim! Hey Zim! Zim you jerk, I know it was you! Come out!” he banged on the door frantically.

In another part of the ship, a delighted Irken watched the human struggle in his confinement.

Zim’s antennae twitched in excitement. It was just like old times again for him, those vague memories he had recounted once he had left his exile. Zim grinned, if only Dib could see him now, the horror he had become. Revenge and all that it entailed didn’t mean anything to him anymore, in fact, it was this nothingness in meaning that had led him to seek out Dib on that ball of revolting dirt, when he had heard it was slated for total destruction.

Zim cackled; his power had become so great that even the Irken empire was terrified of him and let him go wherever he pleased. But that great power also left him bored with living, everything was so easy now; everything he did was effortless in execution. There wasn’t any joy in hunting down prey that would just roll over and die.

But this human he had remembered, was an old challenger. And that made things much more interesting in the void that occupied the greater part of his miserably benign life.

“You were once a threat to small weak little Zim,” he cackled, “but not anymore, Dib! I have you right where I want you.”

Shrieking laughter reverberated in deep endless space.
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