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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 (thirteenth chapter)

Dib froze. He was afraid of moving and being seen. The quick glimpse told him everything he needed to know: they were brutal. His heart beat insanely fast. So fast he could hear it. He was deadly afraid that they might hear his heart, it was so loud. He fell to the floor, but stayed behind the pillar.

He watched the sunset--kept his mind on it. He wanted to vanish, wanted to have not come in the first place. He wanted--

To have stayed in bed with her. To let her ravage him, take him, control him. He wanted what he knew was inherently wrong: sleep with his sister. He wished he hadn’t picked up the phone. Now he was waiting outside Big Science Labs with cannibalistic killers waiting inside. The gore was still fresh in his mind.

The dark stains on the animals’ clothes sickened him. Their jaws caked on the blood of two innocent men. The sight of their feeding turned his stomach, and yet he could hear no sound. He had no way of knowing if they had stopped or if they were continuing. Only one way to know, and it involved exposure. He didn’t want to see them again.

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Professor Membrane stood in front of the window, watching the sunset. He smiled as the worms behind him fed. Eat and grow, he thought. Eat, grow, and mature. He turned around, coughed to get their attention, and walked up to his children, the worms. They propped their heads up and watched him.

“That‘s enough, worms,” he said. “Take them to the boiler. Let your brothers and sisters feed.”

They stood up, nodded, and grabbed a limb. Amy grabbed the fat man, Bert, and started dragging him. She fell flat on her ass as she tripped over their fallen comrade. She howled in pain. The professor looked at her for a moment. Techie two helped Amy up and she pushed him. She looked down at her obstacle and kicked it. She yelled as she kicked. Amy pointed at it and Techie two understood. It was to be moved out of the way. The professor smiled.

The walkie talkie hissed.

“Status report,” the voice said. It was Master.

“The worms are feeding, sir,” he said. His voice was stern and eager to please. “They should start maturing in a couple of hours. It looks like the worms have a pack leader, sir.”

“Excellent,” the voice replied back. Membrane’s smirk widen into a smile. He had pleased Master. “Keep me alerted of any changes, worm.”

“Yes sir,” he beamed. “The human should be here anytime soon. Instructions?”

Master didn’t respond right away. He looked behind him and saw nothing but the last hues of purple-black and the hedges of vegetation marking the perimeter. The silence disturbed him; master always gave quick responses.

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

“Yes sir,” he responded and the walkie talkie went dead. He turned around, pleased. The two worms were carrying their bounty to the boiler room--their birthing room--leaving a trail of blood behind them. He walked up to their fallen comrade. He stood beside him and looked down at the body. It looked so frail now and forgotten. Poor worm, the first casualty, was still alive in the host. There was no chance for survival for it, so he did the most merciful thing he could think of: He put his weight on one foot and pressed down on the fallen worm’s head until it gave a slight cracking sound. He pushed down harder and harder, but the skull would not give way.

He gave up on crushing the skull with his foot.

Picking up the metal pipe left behind, he raised it high up and brought it down quick. The sound it gave was sickening. A hollowish thud with a metallic undertone. The skull cracked loudly and blood started oozing out from the openings. He gave another swing and a large piece of cranium fell onto the floor. The pipe damaged the brain, ripping it and splattering onto the floor. The worm swam out of the skull cavity and wriggled helplessly. The professor identified it and stepped on it. It squished under his foot.

The professor stood there for a second, foot in place, and lamented the worm’s death. His beautiful leader, dead.

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Dib heard the awful yelp and jerked in place. He couldn’t stand it any longer, but he was afraid to move. He stood up and toyed with the idea to take another peek. I’ve got to get out of here, he thought. I’ve got to move. He looked forward again and noticed that the hedges were waist high. I might be able to jump that, he thought. He glanced to his right and saw that they continued towards the corner, where he had left his bike.

He steeled himself, putting one foot against the column, and prepared himself. On three, he thought. I count to three and I run for the jump. I should be able to clear it without making much noise. He heaved his body using his propped foot. He counted in his head: one, two--

He ran and jumped. He went flying head first and cleared the hedges. After clearing the hedges he saw the soft earth and the concrete. The soft earth was a tiny yard of it, the concrete was longer and hard. He rolled his landing, but he still landed hard. His shoulder had hit the parking lot hard. His first reaction was to yell loudly, but he stifled the desire to do so. He stayed on the ground, hoping they hadn’t seen him. After five minutes or so he started crawling to his bike.

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Gaz had stopped touching herself. She got dressed and left her room. She was still aroused, but touching herself didn’t alleviate the hunger for pleasure--the pain was too much. She stood outside his door, wanting to go inside but unable to open the door. She didn’t need Dib to pleasure her, she knew that. He was nothing to her. She could get anyone, quite literally. Yet she was still standing outside his door.

Her cunt twitched and it sent a vibe up and down her body. Move, it seemed to say to her. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the sensation. She turned to walk away. I don’t need him, she thought. Her hand opened the door and she stepped inside.

His smell overwhelmed her. She had made a mistake coming in, but she needed something. She needed to get over him, but she needed to come into his room first. She walked toward his bed, headed for his nightstand and opened the drawer. Their smell was strong here, and it drove her nuts. She moved a couple of papers out of the way and got what she needed. She grabbed two condoms and closed the drawer. Standing there for a second, she made her resolve.

She turned to leave when the phone rang. It wasn’t the familiar phone tone she was used to, it was a ringtone. Some weird song she’d heard before but she never liked. It was coming from the nightstand. She opened the same drawer, but the tone was still muffled. She closed that drawer and opened the one underneath. Atop a couple of socks was a cell phone. The display read a name: Siggy. She flipped open the phone and put her ear against the earpiece.

“Dib,” The voice said. She said nothing, just kept the phone against her ear.

“Dib, you there?” he asked. “Dib, answer man.”

“Who are you?” she asked him.

“Umm…” he said, “is Dib there?”

“He‘s gone,” she answered, “Who‘s this?”

“I‘m…Siegfried,” he answered. “Who is this?”

“I‘m his--” she hesitated for a second, “--his lover.”

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(EnPassant: Quick update. I‘m in an updating mood. Update! OMG! Cliffhanger! Who is Siegfried? And why does Dib have a secret cell phone? Is Siegfried just a plot device? Oh, I know the answer to the last question: duuuuh! Also: Nocturnal, by BDM is helping me write these updates. Woohoo BDM! One song I recommend, if you're into BDM, is What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse)
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