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Snuff Out a Thousand Suns
By : Evermist
Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality
Views: 2893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. I don't make money from this. My in-chapter disclaimer is much better than this one. Read that instead. - Chapter List
Oh hey. There’s some cyborg-alien-sex-things in this chapter! Nothing so explicit that it’s worth upping the rating over, I’m saving that for later chapters; but do know there’s a little something in here.
Also, Dib. So quit asking for him! D8
~*~*~
“Shtirk!”
The red-eyed Irken jumped slightly as the door to his room slammed open. He turned and saw Flurn standing in the doorway.
“What have you been doing?” the violet Tallest barked, crossing the room in a few quick strides. He’d foregone his hover belt when going out with the others that afternoon, and Shtirk had to admit he’d forgotten how intimidating the normally mild Irken could be when he moved like this.
“I’ll guess it’s safe to assume you spoke with Soldier Drek when she arrived for Zim?” Shtirk half-questioned, straightening and brushing off his robes.
Flurn gave a slight nod, glaring at his partner. “I don’t have Tallest clearance anymore?”
Shtirk scratched his chest and sighed. “I’m going to molt, you haven’t mentioned anything about yourself going to, and Zim is a threat. I did what I had to.”
“How is he a threat?” Flurn asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s still recovering from that hyuman’s treatment, and none of his Pak’s weapons have been replaced! What could he possibly do?”
“It’s not what he can do, Flurn. It’s what he did do while he was on Earth,” Shtirk replied, sitting down on his bed. “I had a very interesting talk with that hyuman boy this afternoon. Zim told me he molted a couple Earth months before he was captured. That would’ve been around the beginning of the cooling hafyear. Perfectly normal, although he did grow a bit more than normal for a single molt. Correct?”
Flurn nodded slowly. Where Shtirk was going with this, he wasn’t sure, but it didn’t seem good.
“Well, I thought it was rather suspicious that he went so long without contacting us. He gave me some story about trying to grow fur on the hyumans’ eyes taking up too much time for him to call, and you know as well as I that his plans have never stopped him before.” The Tallest paused, crossing his legs before continuing. “So I decided to see what the hyuman would say, and see how it matched up to what Zim told me. Care to know what he told me?”
“Shtirk, just say whatever it is you have to say already, and stop dragging it out,” Flurn said, sinking into a chair near the door.
“He told me that Zim grew about ten Earth months before he caught him. That would’ve been right in the middle of the warming.”
Flurn frowned. “That’s impossible, Shtirk. The hyuman must have been lying. We only molt in the cooling.”
“We only molt naturally in the cooling.”
The purple-eyed Irken was quiet for a long moment. “What’re you saying, Shtirk?”
“I’m saying Zim must have found some way to induce a molt on himself. I didn’t tell the hyuman anything about our molting patterns, or any of what Zim told me, so he had no way to know what to lie about,” Shtirk said calmly, placing an elbow on his knee and propping his head up. “According to him, Zim grew almost immediately after his height started causing suspicion among the hyumans at the training facility he was infiltrating. Pretty convenient timing, and combined with the fact that the medical drones have found some things off with Zim’s Pak that they can’t quite place, I have to think our little exile was doing some fairly illegal stuff on that planet.”
“And you couldn’t let me have clearance to be told that?” Flurn asked, his antennae wilting against the back of his skull.
“It’s not very well-known that the Pak is what controls height, Flurn,” the other said, rising from the bed and floating across the room. “I couldn’t risk any other Irkens being around and overhearing if I let Drek tell you that. Other Irkens are smarter than Zim. If he could figure out how to induce a molt, they could, too. And they would know to do it in the cooling, to avoid suspicion. If word got out that it’s possible to make yourself taller, it would become impossible to tell who was naturally Tall and who was just a liar.” Shtirk sat down in his partner’s lap, wrapping long arms around his shoulders. “Zim isn’t good for you, Flurn. You aren’t yourself when he’s around,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of an antenna against Flurn’s cheek.
Flurn’s antennae stiffened slightly when Shtirk sat down, and he forced them back into their previous wilting position as he spoke. Shtirk had always been easier to deal with if whoever he was dealing with was being submissive. “He was just trying to blend in better, Shtirk,” the violet-eyed Irken insisted. “We’re not going to send him on another mission, and what reason would he have to make himself molt again? He’s Tall now, and even if he did grow taller than you, the Control Brains would never let someone with his history take power.”
Shtirk snorted, pulling his head away from the other. “He’s Tall now? Flurn, he’s a liar and a cheat. He’s no more Tall than he ever was hyuman. He just has a better disguise now.” He stood up, staring down at Flurn. “If word gets out about what he’s done, it could upset the entire hierarchy of the Irken race,” the Tallest snapped angrily.
“Where is he?” Flurn asked quietly.
Shtirk closed his eyes for a long moment. “You don’t need to know that, Flurn. If I tell you, you’ll just run off to him, and start trying to find some way to get him out of this.”
Flurn stood up, grabbed Shtirk by the front of his robes, and pulled him down to the floor. “Where is he?”
The red-eyed male was silent for several seconds before reaching to the other’s hand, and prying his fingers loose. “It doesn’t matter. We’re switching course for Judgmentia. It should take us about three tenhafs to get there, and when we do, Zim will have a trial at the Spike of Judgment. The Control Brains will decide what to do with him from there. My advice would be to stay away from him, and get your head back together.” Shtirk paused for a few seconds, hovering towards the door, and stopped before leaving. “Remember yourself, Flurn. It wasn’t that long ago you would have been glad to see Zim at the Spike.”
Flurn’s antennae drooped as the door closed with a quiet click. He honestly didn’t need a reminder of how horribly he’d treated Zim since Impending Doom I. He had never really wanted to, but after what Zim had done to one of the last remaining areas on Irk that were actually livable, it had been too easy to let his anger cover his feelings for the small Irken. Hating Zim had been a lot easier than loving him but unable to be with him, and the Invader hadn’t even seemed to ever realize how terribly his leaders had treated him. Really, Flurn didn’t even deserve to have Zim again.
No! Flurn shook his head, antennae pressed miserably against the back of his skull. He couldn’t afford those kinds of thoughts. Not right now. He could address those issues later, but now, he had to find Zim, and figure out how to keep him alive.
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“Shut your filthy pig-beast mouth!” Zim shrieked, digging his fingers into a black coat, and flinging the body wearing it across the room.
Dib gasped in pain as he smacked against the wall rather harshly, the ring in his hand pulling tightly. After a few seconds’ recovery he chuckled, licking the fresh blood leaking from his palm, and wrinkled his nose at the taste. “What, Zim? I’ve had to put up with you for God knows how long, tied to this fucking bed. Don’t you like getting a little in return?”
Zim snarled, diving across the room towards the hyuman. A chain around his throat tightened, jerking him back and to the floor, and the Irken coughed and choked, glaring at the stake Shtirk had made the drones install to hold him in place. They only had one exploding collar on board, and once it had been set to Dib’s genetic make-up, it wasn’t possible to change to anyone else’s. Shtirk had been pretty upset when he found out they didn’t have one to put on Zim, so his chain had just been tied directly around his neck.
Dib settled himself on the floor, just out of Zim’s reach, and smirked. “So come on, Zim. Tell me how your little date went. You were so excited about it when you visited with my sister yesterday. What went so horribly wrong that you’re locked in here with me now?” Zim clenched his jaw, glaring furiously at the hyuman. “What’d you do? Blow up a ship? Try to kill your leader?”
The Irken gave a shriek of fury, racing to the end of his chain and whipping out his spider legs. Dib jumped back at the flash of metal, not having realized Zim had gotten them replaced, but quickly realized he was too slow, and one of the legs sank into his shoulder. “I would never harm my Tallest, Dib!” Zim hissed, pulling the human closer. “I would sooner die.” He lifted the metal limb, and the boy with it, gave it a quick swing above his head, and threw the hyuman across the room again. “If you have any brain-meats at all, you will stay over there.”
Dib groaned, pressing a hand against the wound. “Shit,” he murmured, watching blood ooze out around his fingers.
“You need a medical drone in here?”
Zim and Dib both looked towards the door, and saw Flurn peering in. Dib gave a nervous nod, and Flurn leaned out back out of the doorway for few moments before entering the room. “Someone’ll come for you in a little bit,” he told Dib, and then turned to Zim, crossing the room in several long strides. The Irkens began speaking quietly, and as much as Dib wanted to hear what they were saying, he didn’t want to get anywhere near those spider legs again, so he just turned to face the doorway, and hope a drone would come soon.
“My Tallest...Flurn,” Zim murmured, touching his antenna to the taller’s cheek. “What on Irk is going on? Those soldiers refused to explain anything to Zim, and they made too much noise during my arrest for me to hear what the leader said to you.”
Flurn gave a small smile, brushing his own antenna down against Zim’s. “Apparently, Shtirk had a talk with the hyuman while we were gone. From what he was told, he’s determined you couldn’t have molted naturally on Earth, and must have found some way to make yourself molt. Also, he’s apparently going to molt himself, so I’ve been demoted to Taller.” Zim tensed, pulling his antenna back and looking away from Flurn. The taller Irken frowned, placing a hand on Zim’s shoulder. “Zim...you didn’t make yourself molt, did you?”
The Invader was quiet for a moment. “I had to. The hyumans would have found Zim out if I had stayed that small.”
Flurn released Zim’s shoulder, looking away and back several times before speaking. “We’re on course for Judgmentia now, Zim. Shtirk’s going to have you deactivated if he can, and since you really did somehow induce a molt, there’s no way the Control Brains will let you off.” Both Irkens were silent for a long moment before Flurn spoke again. “How’d you do it, anyway?”
“How did Zim make himself grow?” Flurn nodded. “It was simple. I merely had several five-minute work sessions on my Pak, adjusting the growth centers to put myself just tall enough that I would no longer attract suspicion from the hyumans. You can put in the figures you want for your height right down to the chek, you know.”
“Zim,” Flurn whispered, lowering his head to rub his antennae against the smaller Irken’s forehead. “I can’t lose you again. I’ll figure out some way to get you out of this; I promise.” The top panel of his Pak opened, and a thin cable snaked its way out, trailing around to touch Zim’s Pak. The Invader’s cheeks turned a light teal, and he glanced shyly at the highly confused hyuman across the room. “Let him watch,” Flurn murmured, licking the skin next to Zim’s antenna.
“All right,” Zim responded, the top of his Pak opening and releasing a matching cable.
Across the room, Dib squinted, trying to watch the Irkens. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was seeing, but it seemed pretty creepy and disgusting. The boy didn’t really want to keep watching, but the floaty feeling in his head said he’d lost quite a bit of blood, and he needed something to focus on to keep from passing out. The cable from Flurn’s Pak slid inside the open panel of Zim’s, and the smaller male gave a low moan, followed by a sort of purring noise. Dib’s face twisted as he realized just what exactly was happening, and he scrambled backwards a bit. Didn’t Irkens have any shame?!
Dib turned to the door. That Tallest guy had said a drone would be by to take care of him; where were they? Squinting and blinking, the human realized he could see some kind of shape standing in the doorway. It was clearly an Irken, dressed in dark colors. The medical drones who’d made sure Dib wasn’t about to die when he’d been brought on board had worn all white. “What are you doing?!”
Dib flinched at the sudden, clearly female voice stomping across the room. Zim and Flurn jumped, retracting their cables back into their Paks.
“Taller Flurn, this is a criminal! What on Irk do you think you were doing?”
Flurn stood up, keeping a hand on Zim’s shoulder. “No point even trying to lie, is there?” he asked, glancing at the door. Several more Irken had gathered at the female’s scream, and were peering in curiously. “I was sharing a cable with Zim, Soldier Drek.”
Drek cocked an eye ridge, frowning at the males. “Have you been able to speak with Tallest Shtirk since returning from Miyamotia?”
“Yes I have,” the taller Irken replied. “I know what Zim did, and I know why he’s here.” Flurn gently rubbed the back of Zim’s head, staring the female down. “I also do not care in the least.”
Drek gave a brief nod, motioning to a few of the Irkens in the hallway. “In that case, My Taller, I have no choice but to place you under arrest for both mating with a criminal and for inter-height mating,” she barked, grabbing Flurn by the elbow and slamming him to the floor. She pulled off his gauntlets, taking a pair of handcuffs from one of the other Irkens coming into the room, and snapped them around Flurn’s wrists. “Say bye-bye, Zim,” she said in a bit of a sing-song, dragging Flurn towards the hallway. Halfway there, she stepped in a puddle of Dib’s blood. “Oh, for...Would a medical drone please get in here and clean this up?!”
Zim snarled, diving towards Drek. Once of her back-ups whipped a gun out of their Pak, aiming it at Zim’s forehead. “C’mon, defect. Try me,” she hissed.
“Stand down, Zim!” Flurn ordered, following Drek without a struggle. “I’ll be fine! Just stand down!”
The smaller Irken glanced between the soldier’s gun and Flurn several times before heeding what he’d been told, and sinking to the floor. The other Irkens left the room, the door clicked shut, and Zim buried his face in his knees, forcibly separated from Flurn three times too many for one lifetime.
~*~*~
I don’t own Invader Zim. This is obvious. If I were Mr. Vasquez, I’d be too busy vomiting out of every orifice on my body from the sheer thought of Zim having a sexual relationship with any of the other characters to be typing this right now.
One more chapter in this arc, then I’ll be taking a one-week break to get my ideas for the second arc finalized. Leave a review, and be assured you will probably hate me this time next Sunday. >.>
Rapps: Plot is indeed something that's lacking in a lot of IZ fics, but it’s gotten a lot better in the past year or two. I think that was one of the things that made me start this in the first place. It's always good to hear I'm doing well with keeping them IC, and I'll definitely continue this. I've never updated a story this regularly for so long, and I don't wanna stop now! :]- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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