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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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Dib and Gaz (seventeenth chapter)

The light turned red seconds before he made the turn. Going sixty wasn’t breaking the law anymore, it was survival. Humans no longer cared for authority, so the sensible thing to do was to empty the streets before nightfall. Cops went home well before sun down. Everyone vacated the streets before the street lamps went online. His main priority was to get to his love safely. Siegfried slowed down just enough to not over turn the car and then punched it as his car straightened. Whether or not he had hit anyone was beyond his limits of concern.

The engine roared, vitality echoing in the deserted highway. He was south, stopping miles before hitting Big Science Labs. He’d passed Dib’s house minutes before, but wasn’t going to stop there before he reached the club. His headlights illuminated upon a strange sight, a view that he had never seen this late at night: two people in the sidewalk, apparently walking. He recognized the guy immediately, Dib. He stopped the car and got out, he noticed the girl, outfitted in dark colors, a miniskirt, and a sleeved shirt. A skull necklace adorning her adorable breasts. He ignored her appearance completely for what she was holding up to Dib’s chest.

He pulled out his Jericho, aimed it at her and yelled, “Drop it!”

~*~*~

The hammer hit an empty chamber and a welcomed click was heard. He didn’t react at all went she pulled the trigger, neither surprised nor angry. He looked into her eyes and saw the torment in them. She wasn’t looking at him but at whatever hell was haunting her.

He heard a car screech to a halt, a door swing open and second later a man yelling at Gaz. He turned a bit to look at him and he saw a black barrel pointing at Gaz. Before he could say anything, he stepped in front of Gaz and pulled his gun at the stranger, yelling out his own warning.

“Fuck off,” Dib said, “Just get back into your own car and just fuck off.”

“Fuck Dib, she‘s got a gun pointed at you!”

“Sieg?” Dib lowered his gun. “Siegfried?”

“Yeah, man, I called earlier, someone told me you were out.”

“Well yeah, I‘m out. Put the gun away man, she‘s been through hell. Just saw her first dead person, then saw another one.”

“Shell shock?” Siegfried asked.

“’fraid so.”

“Well get in the car, man, It’s safer in here than it is out there.”

~*~*~

Gaz saw him, dead-eyed and hazy. She saw Dib within the features of Blondie, making the whole image as a bizarre painting created in the depths of the seventh ring hell. Dib and Blondie shifted between the here and gone, driving Gaz insane. She saw their mouth move, but couldn’t hear anything. A ringing buzz in her ears, constant as a mosquito eating at her brain, kept her from actually hearing. She held on to the gun and she squeezed the trigger, click. They spoke to her still.

“Gaz,” she heard them say. The eyes kept on her still, blank and distraught.

“Gaaaaaaaz.”

“Oh God, thou art in heaven,” she started.

“Hehehe,” Blondie chuckled. “God can‘t save you, sweet cheeks. What happened to me will undoubtedly happen to you.”

“Ha-hallowed be thy n-name.”

“Gaz, wake up!” Dib yelled.

“Your brother killed me,” Blondie said, “and he‘s next, you know, he‘ll be here with me, burning. Agonized and tortured.”

“Th-thy will b-be done.”

“He‘s a killer,” he growled, “a true-dyed killer. Merciless, calculating, evil!”

“I-in E-Earth as it is in H-Heaven.”

“And you fucked your brother,” he hissed. “Fucked him and enjoyed it! Sinner. Harlot. Whore!”

“Gaz!”

The image was gone, and only Dib was left standing in front of her, full of life and vigor. He had her by the shoulders, shaking her awake. She yelped and punched him on the nose.

“Fuck!” he reeled back, letting go of her and holding on to his nose instead. She heard a man laughing at her side.

“Let‘s go, hun,” she heard the stranger say, “you‘re safe now.” She recognized the voice, she’d only spoken to him hours ago. What did he say his name was? she thought before speaking.

“Siegfried?”

He stopped dead on his tracks.

“She‘s your lover?” He asked Dib.

“What? No, she‘s my sister,” Dib answered.

~*~*~

Professor Membrane swiftly put Amy into a headlock and applied the required pressure to put her to sleep. He tapped the dead host and got the others’ attention.

“Follow me,” he said.

They got up to follow him, leaving the carcasses and the freshly killed hosts behind. Professor Membrane led them into separate rooms, mostly broom closets big enough to be custodial offices and small laboratories. He placed one in each empty room and locked them, throwing the key to the rooms in with them. He isolated the last worm, then went to take care of Amy. She was slowly waking up and started struggling. His own worm, matured, created the pheromones to scare her, the most powerful worm under him. She yelped and wiggled, trying to free herself.

“Stop this instant,” he told her. She obeyed.

He opened the room to the animal housing room. Lab monkeys and rats and goats were housed in cages, and all of them had been fed before the infestation began. They were all still alive. He placed her in this room for the sole purpose of driving her maturation to the peak.

“Stay here,” he ordered, throwing the key to the room among the cages.

She got up and roared at him before running at him at top speed. He punched her on the chest, stopping her mid-run, then placed his fists together, brought them above his head, and brought them down on her back. She was out cold.

“You‘re too wild, child. Mature, we have a use for you,” he spoke to her unconscious body. He walked to the door and locked it behind him, leaving her naked and asleep.

~*~*~

“So, she‘s your sister?” Siegfried asked.

“Umm yeah, why?” Dib inquired.

“She knows my name,” Siegfried told him.

“Yeah…” Dib said.

“She answered your phone, man.” he said bluntly.

“And…” Dib said.

“She told me she was your lover.” Dib did a double take. “Earnestly. No one knows my name outside of you and--” he remembered his prior mission.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed and punched it, “Gotta get to the club, gotta get there fast.”

“What‘s up?” Dib asked, being forced to the seat.

“Shit, I hope I‘m not late, fuckers are gonna get taken cared of if anything happens to him.”

“What‘s going on?” Gaz asked.

“Gotta get to the club, gotta get there now.”

The car pulled up to a modest shopping center. Only thing to tar this beautiful scene of the past was the neon sign that blinked unashamed “The Ass Blast.” People were still lined up despite the late hour. Most of them were armed, and as the name suggested, most of them were gay. He noticed a group of men huddled together. If he guessed right, that’s where his mission led him. He got out of the car and double checked his inventory. He slammed the door and headed to the group.

“Dib, what‘s going on?” She asked him.

“I don‘t know,” he responded, checking his weapon, “but stay in the car.”

“Wait a mi--” she began to protest, but he had already slammed the door behind him.

“Sieg, wait a god damned minute,” Dib called to him.

“Fuck Dib, I don‘t have a minute,” he responded, not looking back. Siegfried grabbed a shoulder and turned him around.

“Whoa buddy, wait your turn,” the man said, his pants down to his knees, cock in his hand. Siegfried looked down at the victim. It was his love. He was laying down, covered in cum and in the fetal position, pants down to his ankles and ass full of cock. He whimpered when he saw Siegfried. His assaulter wasn’t stopping, even when confronted by a military-looking fellow.

“Hey, fucking make him wait his turn,” he ordered the rest of his goons.

“Stanley,” Siegfried whispered.

“Save me, Siggy,” he moaned.

“Buddy, I don‘t care if you‘re his pimp, wait your god damn--” and he was cut off by a swish. Siegfried had unsheathed his hunting knife. It rested underneath the goon’s chin.

A swish later and the goon was on the floor, grasping his throat, blood pouring out of his neck.

~*~*~

(EnPassant: Memorial Day! Fuck yeah! So, this is your Memorial Day update, a bit late, but whatever. As the last updates, this is brought to you by Nocturnal, The Black Dahlia Murder‘s third album. Mainly What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse and Deathmask Divine, fine songs that stand out in this album. Yay! I unveiled my first gay character! So if you don‘t like it, tough.)
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