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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 (nineteenth chapter)

“For the purpose of this interview, we are going to have to ask for your name,” the interviewer said.

“OK,” Dib responded.

“What‘s your name?”

“Dib Membrane,” he answered.

“And you would say that Professor Membrane is your father?” the man asked him.

“Yes,” he answered.

“And you realize why you are here?”

“Yes--no…I don‘t know.” he answered.

“Our files say that you were caught in the midst of The Madness two nights ago,” the interviewer said. “Do you deny this?”

“No,” he answered.

“And that you were found covered in blood, pistol in hand, and the body of a local gang member at your feet.”

“Is that how I was found?” he asked.

“That is what our files say, yes.”

“I don‘t remember that.”

“Mr. Membrane, whatever you remember, please tell us. It‘s for your own good.”

“I don‘t remember much,” he began, “of what happened that night. Everyone went crazy around me. They all screamed and--”

“And?” the interviewer asked.

“They started running and fighting. I looked up and I saw the eyes of God.”

“The eyes of God?”

“That horrifying sight that bored down on everyone. No one had a name for it, but I know what it was. The eyes of God.” He began to tremble. “Those colors in the night sky, they weren‘t possible. My dad never programmed them. It‘s his shield, you know! I know it as much as my dad does! He never programmed that into it! It was horrifying!”

“Back to the matter at hand Mr.--”

“I‘m telling you I don‘t remember any of that!” he began to sob. “Do you think I like my memory failing?”

“Your memory? Son, if these allegations are correct, you ought to be worrying about first degree murder.”

“I didn‘t fucking do it!”

~*~*~

“If the situation is alien at BSL,” Dib began, “Then it‘s a good thing I ran and waited.”

“What do you mean? Were you over at BSL?”

“Yeah, my dad called me, he said it was impor-- Dad!” Dib exclaimed. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck!”

“Professor Membrane might be in trouble,” Siegfried informed his passengers as he got inside the car, “So we have to take you with us to Big Science.”

“Dad?” Gaz asked.

“Yeah,” responded Dib, “We might have an alien situation.”

“Big Science? Laboratories?” Stanley asked.

“Yes, so hold on,” Siegfried commanded as he turned the engine over and punched it out of the parking lot.

“Alien?” Gaz asked.

“Yeah, might be Zim,” Dib responded.

“Zim?” Stanley asked.

“Get over him, Dib!” Gaz exploded. “He‘s fucking pathetic! What the hell is wrong with you? Obsessing over that dweeb--”

“We don‘t know if it‘s Zim, we just know it‘s alien,” Siegfried added, not taking his eyes off the road.

“And if it is alien, then dad‘s in trouble, even if it‘s not Zim,” Dib calmly said, “Don‘t park in front of BSL, I think there are sentries in the front.”

“We‘ll ditch the car half a block away,” Siegfried said. “Do a little recon, see our best possible entry. You guys know how to use a weapon?”

“I‘ll keep my tire iron, thank you.” Gaz replied.

“Weapon?” Stanley piped, “Aren‘t you going to protect me Siggy?”

“Well--” Siegfried fussed, “I might not be there to protect you. We might get separated.”

“Well, you can‘t leave me!”

“I‘m just saying,” Siegfried explained, softly applying the brake, “if we get separated, you are going to need protection.”

“You can‘t let that happen! I can‘t be alone again!”

“Siggy?”

“Shut up Dib.” Siegfried turned the engine off and turned around to face Stanley. “Look,” he spoke softly, “I‘ll try to be with you, but in the event that we end up separated, I‘d like you to at least have a fighting chance.”

“Do you have any .32 ammo?” Dib asked.

“No, but,” Siegfried reached for the glove box, “I do have a .22, which might be perfect for you Stan, love.”

“A gun?! You can‘t give me a gun! I‘ve never used a gun!” Stan yelled.

“Hey, hey!” Siegfried raised his voice, “It‘s OK, you might not even need it. A .22 does some decent damage if you‘re close up, so just keep it close. For me.” He smiled weakly. Siegfried waved the gun in front of Stanley.

“O-O-OK,” he answered, grabbing the gun weakly.

“Put it in your pocket, keep it safe.” Siegfried opened the door and got out when he heard a tiny laughter. It wasn’t Stan; he wasn’t near-lunacy but was getting there. Dib looked back and saw Gaz’s mouth contort into a mix between a smile and a grimace.

“The tire iron goes thwack,” she said and giggled some more.

~*~*~

Amy stalked the halls of Big Science Laboratories, screeching Professor Membrane’s name over and over. The worm began to scan Amy’s brain for memories, making a map of the place. She knew where she was now, and she stalked from room to room with a pipe. She screeched his name again and again, banging the pipe against the walls as she walked ever closer to his office. She rounded the corner and stood in front of his office door.

“Meeeeeeeemmmmmmbraaaaaaneeeeee!” She let out as her foot made contact with the door, “Let meeee iiiiiiiiin!” Her foot slammed down on thin air as the door had been opened. Her momentum carried her over the threshold, throwing her off-balance. A fist came down on her face. She went down hard.

“Amy, my poor babe,” Membrane began, “I don‘t remember giving you permission to kick in my door.”

“God damn you Membrane,” she hissed.

“Temper temper, little lady,” he retorted, “You‘re too pretty to kill, and too powerful.”

“Master is mine!” she yelled, “I want him! I‘ll kill him!”

“Now now, love,” he consoled her, “You‘re not killing master. You‘ll just sit there and cool down.”

“Like hell I will,” she raged, got to her feet and rushed him. He threw another punch directed at her stomach and floored Amy.

“My poor babe,” he said unbuttoning his pants, “You‘ve still got that filth in your head. That weak human pheromone.”

At the sight of his penis, she tried to get up again, but he pounced on her, making her drop the pipe. He forced his body between her legs and held her chin with his hand. She whined as the worm pheromone hit her full force. His eyes were bloodshot and clear. He had them locked on her and his might was intent on having her.

“You‘re mine, Amy,” he said, “Mine to have, master said so. You‘ll make a beautiful bride.” He inserted his cock inside her wide, gaping, congealed cunt and bit her neck hard. She screamed and struggled under him as the pain surged through her body. Her senses failed her. The worm was lost in the ecstasy of rape and pain. Amy came under Membrane while Membrane growled as he came inside Amy.

~*~*~

The night of the activation of the Shield, Professor Membrane had been in the laboratory along with his fellow scientists. They cheered as the flares that danced across the night sky disappeared. It had been a success. Half an hour later, amidst the opening of champagne and wine bottles and the loud music blaring and the half-drunk scientist ball, the shit had hit the fan. The shield radiated like the Aurora Borealis but ten times more terrifying. One man broke down as he watched the sky and cried out “The eye of God!” That same man began to react violently and cold-cocked a lady on the face, breaking her nose. He began to stomp on her uterus as hard as he cold. She had been his wife. She had been pregnant with their first child.

Membrane had called security to take care of the madman, when they got there, guns drawn, he had lunged at the fat man, taken his gun from him and shot at the skinny security guard. He’d missed, but that alone had made Dave drop his weapon. Bert sat up to get a better view at the man who had successfully taken his gun.

“The eyes of God,” he cried, “The eyes of…we shouldn‘t have. We have been weighed. We have been measured,” pointing the gun at his wife on the floor, “and we have been found--”

“Fuck, don‘t do it!” Yelled Membrane but it was too late, the man had shot his wife on the head.

“--Wanting,” he finished and he pointed the gun at his temple. He let out an agonizing sob and chocked out, “Forgive me, Lord.”

~*~*~

As Gaz and Stan got out of the car, Siegfried and Dib went ahead to scout the area. They were a quarter of a mile away and could see the building that was BSL. Stan lingered behind as he stared at the awe-inspiring building. He beheld the building as something majestic and fingered the gun in his pocket. We shouldn’t be here, he thought as his finger ran up and down the barrel. He wanted to take it out and cock the gun and point it at his head.

“C‘mon Stan,” Gaz said and grabbed him by the arm, “We‘ll be separated from them if we stay behind.”

“We shouldn‘t be here,” Stan told her, “We really shouldn‘t be here.”

“It‘s OK,” she reassured him, “I‘ve been here many times before. We‘ll be OK.”

He smiled at her and let her lead him towards BSL.

~*~*~

(EnPassant: Hok, so, this update is a bit long, I think and well…a bit late. *shrugs* I just hope you motherfuckers like it. W00ts all around for those that have stuck with this story since the beginning and w00ts for those new that are joining us. I promise that this story will have an ending.)
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