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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 (fourteenth chapter)

“Oh,” he said dejectedly. “Do you know where he is?”

“Like I said, out,” she answered. “He didn‘t tell me where he was going.”

“Oh. Well when he gets in, can you tell him Siegfried called? Thanks, bye.”

The line went dead. She pocketed the cell phone and walked out the door. With the two condoms in her pocket, she was going to walk around the streets and bed the first, or second, or third guy to walk past her. She grabbed her coat and walked towards the front door. A shrill ring stopped her as she turned the door knob.

~*~*~

“C‘mon, pick up. Pick up the phone, Gaz.” Dib nervously tugged at the phone cord. He’d found a payphone around the corner. He turned as it rang and rang. He smiled nervously at the guy behind him and kept tugging at the cord. He whispered, “Pick up the god damned phone, Gaz.”

After five rings, the line connected. He heard Gaz breathe, pause for a second and say, “Hello?”

“Gaz, it‘s Dib!” he rushed, “listen…”

“What, Dib?” she asked, annoyed. “Dib? What do you want?”

“Umm,” he replied, “my bike, there‘s something wrong with it, I think.”

“So?! What am I gonna do about it?”

“Come get me, please,” he asked. “I left my copy of the van‘s key in my dresser drawer. Please, just please come and get me.”

A sigh and a pause later.

“Fine. Just give me a few minutes. Where are you?”

“About two or three miles south of the Labs,” he responded. He heard the line click. “Gaz? Gaz?”

“She hung up buddy,” he heard the stranger say behind him. “Now do you mind?”

“Yeah, sure, all yours sir.”

~*~*~

She searched his dresser for the key and found it in his shirt drawer. She hurried for the door before another phone call could stop her. She slammed the door good and locked it behind her. She got into the van and put the key on the ignition. She pumped the clutch twice, held it down and turned the engine over. She took off the parking brake, placed the van in reverse, and cleared the parking lot before putting it in first gear. The van stalled a few times on her before she got it into first. She swore and punched the steering wheel after doing so.

“God damn it, Dib, you have better be in deep shit or else you really are going to be in deep shit. I hate your god damned van!”

~*~*~

He was halfway down the road, pedaling the shit out of his bike, when his chain broke. He kept on pedaling to no avail. The chain caught on his tire, wrapped good around the back axel and suddenly stopped the bike. His momentum pushed him forward. He landed hard on the asphalt on his bum shoulder and yelled loudly. When he got up he picked up his bike, checked the damage, and cursed again.

He undid the tangle and carried the bike. Luck wasn’t on his side, and with the darkening streets he felt like luck was taking a huge dump on him. He could handle the streets during the final hours of light, but with none whatsoever it was a different matter all together. He walked the mile and a half he needed to reach the rendezvous point, checking behind him for any suspicious activity. The sooner he got to Gaz, the better.

~*~*~

Gaz wasn’t fairing any better. With dark approaching fast, she made her way down the boulevard with the tiniest ounce of gas. The van eats gas like a fat kid eats hot dogs, or pork related products, and being stranded without gas wasn’t a priority.

“Fucking useless Dib…” she muttered silently, hoping the gas would last. The sputtering engine ate at her courage, but being so far down the road she couldn’t turn around and go home. The van convulsed under her, wheezed its final sigh, and stopped. The fear seized at her throat. Her hands scrambled for the ignition to try and kick the motor over, hoping no one found her in a dead van.

“Fuck, fuck!” she whispered angrily. “C‘mon you rusted piece of shit, start!” The jingling of the keys harmonized with her whisperings and pants. Her feet kicking a nice beat of impatience. As she tried to will the van to life, the battery started to die. Slowly the headlights started to wane, and the world outside got darker. She gave up on trying to kick start the motor and instead started to raid the glove box.

“You‘ve got to have a flashlight, you dipshit, you just gotta!” she muttered as she fumbled over papers. She touched something metallic and grasped it instinctively, but found that it wasn’t shaped like a flashlight. She pulled it out and realized what it was. Then a bang from the front scared her, she tightened her grip on the object and another loud bang came, this time from the inside. She started crying.

~*~*~

Dib stayed on the floor after hitting the van. He heard the gunshot after his impact and thought it better than to get up to see what had happened. He heard sobs coming from the inside, but that didn’t motivate him to get up.

But he did. He yelled out her name and noticed her head jerk up, go down the next minute and jerk back up again, this time with both her hands drawn to his face and a gun pointing straight at him. “Shit,” he murmured and got down quickly, a bullet passing harmlessly over his head.

“Gaz!” he yelled, “It‘s Me, Dib! Fuck, Gaz, It‘s Dib!”

She squeezed off another round. God damn it, she’s gonna get me killed, he thought. He made his way to the driver’s side and knocked on it.

“Gaz, c‘mon, put the gun down,” he said.

“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” she said.

“Yeah, I know, what else is new?” he responded.

~*~*~

She reluctantly opened the door to let him in, really going against her better judgment. She should just let him stay outside, and she was armed--which comforted her a little--but…but what? Better to be with someone than alone, yeah that made sense. He got in, grabbed the gun and sensed her jerk her hand back. He let go.

“Keep the gun, keep it,” he said. “Look, we gotta go home, like now.”

“The van broke down,” she said.

He took a minute for the information to sink in. “Fuck.”

~*~*~

A block away, within the shadows, two figures emerged. One chuckled maliciously, holding a razor to his face. The second seemed timid, almost shrunken from the man holding the razor, but his eyes belied its calculating nature.

“Two little bunnies,” the man holding the razor said, “stranded in our boulevard. Oh god, how stupid can they get?”

The shrunken man stared at the scene. He gave the gunfire some serious thought. At a disadvantage, he turned and tugged at the man’s sleeves, saying “Let‘s go.” Razor thought otherwise, because he took two steps forward, then three, then sprinted to attack Dib before he got a chance to step inside.

“Stupid fool!” the shrunken man hissed as he stood there, watching his accomplice run towards danger.

~*~*~

Another bang, a bit more forceful, startled Gaz and she fumbled the gun. Dib grabbed it, turned it, and shot at the direction of the bang. Gaz began to scream loudly, which only exacerbated the situation, and Dib reached under the seat for the flashlight and the box of ammo he kept along with the flashlight.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

“Shut up, Gaz,” he commanded her.

“Fuck!” She yelled again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

A loud screech startled Gaz and she started punching Dib. Dib fumbled with the flashlight and dropped his box of ammo. “God damn it,” he cursed as he checked the cylinder. He was good for two more shots. He opened the door and checked outside. A hand pushed its way inside, holding Dib by the face. Dib closed the door on the arm, which made the attacker yelp loudly, and opened it again. He placed the nuzzle of the gun on the man’s cheek and squeezed the trigger. The man went limp, but before he could drop Dib squeezed the trigger again.

The man’s cheek was blow open.

Gaz yelled again.

~*~*~

Siegfried walked about his room, checking the window at first, then opening documents on his computer. His pace had quickened with the approaching dusk, worried that Dib wasn’t going to ever reach his phone. He opened a GPS program on his desktop and checked the last recorded coordinates. It read about three miles, give or take a yard, south of Big Science Laboratories. Dib’s phone had moved, which was a good sign. What freaked Siegfried was that it abruptly stopped. Then after that, the beacon went dead.

He was hoping for atmospheric disturbance, but he didn’t really believe that. They had tested those GPS chips, and the only way to stop them from transmitting was to destroy them completely.

~*~*~

(EnPassant: Hok, I tired. More update whenever I feel like it.)
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