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Dib and Gaz	By : gothickun Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 15134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(EnPassant: It is time for a disclaimer. Disclaimer: All characters from Invader Zim are property of the renowned Jhonen Vasquez, greatest among artists. He owns Invader Zim along with Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee, HE‘S A GOD, I TELL YOU, A GOD!)

Dib and Gaz (twelfth chapter)

Amy dropped the pipe and went to her knees. She picked through the cranial matter, separating bone from meat. She ingested globs of brain and headcheese. The other techie followed suit and got on his knees. He started picking at Amy’s spoils. It infuriated her.

She snapped her head at him and hissed. He growled in defense as he picked for his meal. She cocked her hand back and punched him right between the eyes. He fell back and down, hitting his chin on tile floor instead of gore. He grabbed at his face, whined, squealed, and rose to his feet with such haste. Amy rose and crouched in defense.

“Children, children,” a voice spoke from the dark halls behind them. “Stop this bickering. Why, there‘s enough for everybody.”

It was Professor Membrane.

~*~*~

The bus halted with a screech and opened its doors. Dib took three steps and was outside. He undid the chain around the front bumper of the bus, took down the bike, and stood there for a moment as the bus rolled away, continuing its route. He looked around as the setting sun painted the artificial skies with colors coders remembered. Dib remembered the panic that descended the people of Earth when the shield became operational. They looked up to see the first sunset and witnessed madness.

“My god!” a voice cried.

“Dear god, why! Holy christ!” another voice squealed.

Dib shook his head. The memories of The Day After The Shield was a horrid one. There was blood everywhere. He got on his bike and rode in the direction of Big Science Labs.

~*~*~

Gaz stepped out of the shower, took her towel and dried herself. She wiped the fog from the mirror and checked herself again. Her face fair and pale, her eyes a light shade of purple. Her hair matched her eyes, if only because she dyed it purple. She wasn’t unattractive, but she felt that way. She took the razor she used on her legs and brought it up to eye level. It started to look mighty friendly.

She walked out of her bathroom with the towel wrapped around her chest. She flopped on her bed and laid there, thinking about the past week or so. She lost control of her life and didn’t like it one bit. She lost her virginity to her brother, but that didn’t bother her. She didn’t care about her virginity at all, it was the thought of having fucked Dib that turned her stomach. She hated him, and yet she fucked him. She fucked him-- and if his skills at copulation were any hint at his adequateness of it, it was fair to say that she was fucking him--and kept on fucking him. It was what she saw in her immediate future that scared her: endless fuck sessions with Dib, midnight encounters with Dib, booty calls with Dib.

Her cunt started to twitch with life a-new.

“God--damnit!” she yelled into her pillow. She turned over and quickly placed her hands on her snatch, her fingers forcibly prying through folds of flesh to get at her clit and opening. She pressed her clit hard with her thumb and forced her index finger deep inside her. She felt like dying, the pain inside her stomach cried for relief, and she wanted to give in to the pain. She writhed as the pleasure and the pain fought for dominion. She closed her legs around her hand. Her towel came loose, but was caught between her breasts and her arm.

~*~*~

Amy grabbed the fat man and dragged him across the floor. The lower techie grabbed the skinny one and helped. His nose was cracked, damn near broken. The bodies left a trail of blood on the floor, but Amy paid no mind to it and neither did the lower techie. On orders of Professor Membrane, they were to take the bodies to the boiler room. Amy had her fill, the lower techie had eaten, but not much. Amy outranked him.

The worm inside her body started to bud. It grew rapidly inside its host. The primal needs were met, and it was time to grow. Amy started to speak. She grunted at first, then single vowels followed. She dragged the fat man with such ease, then after dragging him all the way to the boiler room she said, “Ah.”

He stopped and looked at her.

“Ah,” she said again. He looked puzzled.

“Ah,” she said again, with frustration in her voice.

“Ah! Ah!” she yelled and let the fat man’s arms go. The lower techie cocked his head and looked at her strangely.

“Ah! Ah pahn!” She yelled at him again. Seeing he wasn’t understanding, she threw a punch at the door hard. There was a tiny crack sound, but Amy didn’t react at all. She kept on throwing a fit before looking at him with rage in her eyes.

“Ah pahn!” She said again and waited. He moved forward, closing the gap between him and her. He went to the door to push it, but it did not give way. His head hit the door and he went down hard. She had grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed his head onto the door. She kicked him hard, maybe breaking a few ribs, and kept at it. She kicked his head hard a few times before grabbing the nearest blunt object. It was a pipe caked in blood. She brought it down hard on his head and did what she did to Dave, the skinny one. The pipe hit the door-handle and it opened. She stopped her assault on her sibling when the door opened.

“Dooh! Dooh ah pahn!” she said and she went inside. She secured the door and dragged the lower techie in, then the fat man, then Dave.

~*~*~

Dib dropped his bike in the bushes and made his way to the front door. He could see inside it still, and noticed two people crouching around two bodies. It seemed to him at first like people administering first aid, so he quickened his step. He stopped behind a column when he heard the sharp hiss of an animal. It chilled him and stopped him dead on his tracks. He replayed the scene again in his head without moving. He knew the hiss wasn’t animalistic, but human. He knew they weren’t administering first aid, they were eating two bodies. He took a quick peek and confirmed his dread: two animal-like technicians hovering over the bodies of two security guards., one hissing at another. He saw one of them throw a punch at the other techie. Dib hid again. Something was wrong at the labs.

“Shit,” he cried. “Shit!”

~*~*~

“Status report,” Zim said into a communicator. It hissed as he let the talk button go, and it took four seconds for the response.

“The worms are feeding, sir,” Membrane reported in. “They should start maturing in a couple of hours. It looks like the worms have a pack leader, sir.”

“Excellent,” Zim said. “Keep me alerted of any changes, worm.”

“Yes sir,” responded Membrane. “The human should be here any time soon. Instructions?”

Zim pondered that for a minute. His enemy for all these years, the one person that knew Zim for what he was, the one to foil his plans again and again. Yes, what should he do about him? Killing him seemed like a nice enough idea, but it wouldn’t satisfy. No, not for a nemesis.

“Lead him to me when he gets here,” He instructed, “and that will be all.”

“Yes sir,” responded Membrane, and the communicator went dead.

~*~*~

(EnPassant: K, so…What?! Leave me alone, life got in the way :P! So, this update isn‘t as heartfelt like the other ones, bite me. At least I updated. I‘m still reading Stephen King, and I‘ll still keep this zombie/alien/infestation thing going. I likey it, and it‘s a lot better than what I was planning on going with. ‘Explanation behind the pulse,’ I said. ‘It will make sense,’ I said. Ha! [I‘m gonna explain the pulse through flashbacks, like I‘ve been doing thus far.])
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