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AN: Here there be non-con. Just thought I’d give you another heads up

Kinetic Chapter 2: Dissolve

Dib had banged on that door for what seemed like hours, but no one had come. He had paced nervously around his room until exhaustion crept into his bones and he had to lie down on the bed to avoid passing out.

Yet sleep would not easily be had, for these lonely moments always gave him time to reflect on what he had done and now, at the present time, what had happened to everyone that had been on Earth.

“I always told myself I wouldn’t give a shit if everyone died,” he laughed bitterly, “but I can’t stop thinking about it now.”

His body suddenly felt very heavy and cold.

“In all possibility I could be the only one saved,” he began to shudder, “And Zim might be planning some hideous torturous death or god knows what other horrible fucking things.”

He rolled into a fetal position. “Talk about karmic retribution for all the crap I pulled.”

When he did have time to look back on his life, usually during times of great duress, he did come to realise how pointlessly arbitrary it was. It wasn’t as if he could work up some deep sense of camaraderie for other human beings but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of regret. He had ruined other people’s lives or at the least, had made people like poor Angela have a harder one. In a great literal sense, he had left a slew of victims from the direct consequence of his actions. As an ultimate sense of irony he would have still been mired in his little personal dramas if it weren’t for this most unfortunate series of events.

“Your life has been such a joke,” he laughed sourly to himself.

Dib wiped his eyes hastily when the tears started to fall. It wasn’t enough to be forced into some inexplicable fate; everything he had tried to do in his life on Earth had gone wrong and when it hadn’t gone wrong, it had just been empty, hopeless, and devoid. Nothing held any real meaning to him then and it was difficult to feel anything but intense sorrow for it now.

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself,” he hissed angrily, “You’re lucky you made it out at all. How many people died? Stupid, selfish ass…”

A sudden SHOOP alerted him that the door had suddenly opened. He jumped up.

“Zim?” he said.

There was no one there. But he could see out into the hallway and to his intense relief there was finally a path to follow to get some answers.

The hallway shifted and moved with various colours. This place was advanced; it wasn’t entirely Irken either from what little he understood of their technology. Everything moved and warped, walls and floors floated along on some colourful existential plane, hallways were created as he took steps. All he had to do was walk straight ahead.

He ended up in a room full of flashing screens. A chair was in the center. It was dark, but he could make out someone sitting there.

A hissing voice whispered out in the dark, “Do you believe in destiny, Dib beast?”

Dib started. He had known what was coming but it was still a shock.

“So it’s really you, Zim?” he said.

“Yes, it is –really- me.” He snickered.

Dib moved slightly from left to right, trying to make him out in the flickering lights shimmering in the dark communications room.

“You sound different,” he said nervously, “and you’re…taller than me now.” He laughed a little, trying to hide his obvious terror.

“Lots of things have changed, Dib- human,” Zim rasped. “I’m more than I ever was as an Invader of your puny planet.”

He moved from his seat now, Dib could see him walking closer. His silhouette must have been almost 6 and a-half feet tall. To Dib standing at a mere 5 foot seven, he was impressed to say the least. And also absolutely terrified. The game they had been playing as kids put him on edge; it had never been resolved. Was the alien still intent on destroying him? As Zim stepped closer his heart leaped into his stomach. The lights that had faintly illuminated him from the back now allowed Dib to see him much better from the front.

“Oh holy fuck,” he whispered.

“Impressive, yes?” chortled Zim.

Zim was not quite Zim anymore. When Zim’s slash of a mouth opened to speak, Dib could count in minimum at least three rows of very sharp looking teeth. The long legs were covered in fissures and what looked like exoskeletal ridges. If Dib had to make a comparison, he would have called him a sadist’s version of a praying mantis. But what terrified him more than the twisted and warped Irken face that greeted him with a hideous leer- were Zim’s dark and pitiless eyes. They were like black unending pits that held throbbing senseless red orbs. Unblinkingly they stared at him and Dib could see, without a doubt, that in their dark depths, there was something hideous and insane. The costume Zim wore was altered. It still had some of the old Irken colours, but it had a cape and was almost regal in nature. There were no Irken symbols on it, however; he still sported what Dib knew as standard issue Irken gloves but in this case gigantic black claws had burst through the material. Strangely, he noted; bandages were wrapped around them, as it seemed they were leaking fluid.

Dib swallowed audibly, reminding himself desperately not to show fear. “You look really…different,” he stuttered.

Zim snickered again, skirting around Dib as if examining him, too.

“My genius is excellent. I completely repaired all the cells and tissue. Except for that eye,” he mumbled, “too bad about that. But there was no time to close the fissures and make another one.”

Dib watched him creep around the room like some kind of monstrous Earth insect.

“That’s, uh, ok. Nothing you could do,” he said, awkwardly shrugging.

“If you want to see the whole ordeal, I took pictures for research purposes while you were recovering,” Zim said excitedly, gesturing to a small tablet sitting on the panel.

Dib picked it up gingerly and flicked on the screen. He felt ill. The pictures of him were horrible. Half his face was smashed in, his eye had been oozing down his cheek and the skin on his entire left side of his body was charred and practically black. He flicked the picture to the next one and almost puked. Half of his skin was being removed and his organs were in plain view. He turned the tablet off and put it down.

“I can’t really…look at that.” He said quietly. “Thanks for saving me. I don’t even know why. I mean, when we were kids, we were enemies. But thanks, regardless.”

“Don’t feel too good about yourself, Dib,” Zim snapped. “It was out of my own interest to repair your weak, fleshy body. Earthlings are an endangered species.”

All of the colour drained from Dib’s face, “What do you mean by endangered?”

Zim grinned in the darkness, “Irk had your planet marked out for destruction years after I left. They wanted to build some moronic interstellar portal. Humans were just casualties in an uncaring universe, until,” Zim paused almost reflecting whether to go on, “…the reasons are unimportant. Suffice to say that 4 million were removed from the planet before it was destroyed.”

Dib stood agape.

“4 million were removed? Earth was…destroyed?!” he said losing all sense of composure. “Wait, you can’t be serious! There’s no way!”

“Delude yourself all you want Dib. You can look at every map from the entire universe, there is no Earth anymore!” Zim said triumphantly.

“This is…some kind of nightmare!” he cried, crumpling onto his knees.

“Face reality Dib,” Zim’s shadow loomed over him. “All Earthenoids are slaves to either Irk or other planets. You should be so lucky to belong to the mighty Zim,” he chuckled. “There was never any game to be won at all. You were always the inferior being; this is just a technicality to prove it!”

“How can you be so cruel?” he moaned clutching his head. “How can you possibly be this cruel?!”

Zim’s laughter echoed in his head. More than just a physical noise to him, it was pure spiritual taint; his disgust began to rise up in his stomach. He was going to be sick, he convinced himself, he was going to hurl his tactile disgust all over the pristine pitiless machinery that held the twisted place he was forced to call home together. But he didn’t have time to reject the pitiable contents of his starved stomach, instead he blacked out.

He shot upright on the bed.

“Where…I’m back in the room?” he sighed.

The stress had been too great on his newly repaired body; everything was aching once again. He rubbed his face as if that would help him make sense of anything. He looked around, noticing a triangular shaped plate with some food on it sitting on the small end table.

He picked it up and began to eat with great gusto. He hadn’t realised how hungry he was. But as he finished chewing the first couple bites he realised where this food had come from and sat it quickly back on the table. He stared at it for a few moments. His stomach growled. He picked up the food again and ate slowly and miserably. After his ordeal, it was in his best interest to keep himself healthy and alive he reasoned, that way he could possibly find a way to get out of Zim’s clutches and verify if anything he said was true or not.

But when he thought about it, Zim didn’t really have a need to lie. Dib was already in his clutches for whatever nefarious purposes he needed him for and the whole Earth thing was very circumstantial. Zim had never shown any interest in him until now when presented with a profit to himself. For all he knew, if what Zim had said was indeed true, he would most likely be sold off.

Yet…didn’t Zim mention something about being his owner?

Dib set the empty plate back on the table. That did not sit well with him in any capacity. Just what were they using humans for anyway?

The door opened again with a SHOOP. Dib sat nervously on the edge of the bed. He sighed and then got up and made his way out into the hallway.

The room he walked in was much less sinister than the one before it. This one Dib admonished was pretty awesome; it had a huge glass dome as a roof. Millions of stars were up in the sky but none of them were recognisable. Zim was at another panel pointing with his claws on some kind of projection.

He had to quell his rage before it reached its boiling point and remind himself that playing the meek little Earthenoid in this situation was far more advantageous then making a scene. Zim was a powerful alien now, but that didn’t mean he had no weaknesses. After all, Dib reminded himself, Zim really sucked back on Earth. He couldn’t have gotten –that- much better in such a short time in Irken terms. There would be a way to get out of this, he knew there had to be; it would just take some time to figure it out.

Dib cleared his throat, “Zim, where are we, exactly? If you don’t mind me asking…”

Zim pointed to a tablet sitting off to one side, “Take that. When you want to leave your room use it to guide you through the ship. Don’t expect to do any sabotage, that tablet will only let you go into rooms I authorized. This place is far too advanced for a mere humanoid to tamper with, anyway.”

Dib picked it up, flipping it over in his hands, “you didn’t answer my question, Zim.”

Zim grumbled, “We’re at the very edges of SPACE, Dib. Before a huge dark void impassable to most spaceships. Now go. Explore. I’m busy.”

Dib shrugged, “Thanks, I guess.” And he left the hostile alien to his own devices.

Zim was right about the place being too advanced for Dib to understand. The tablet he had been given seemed to send messages to the main motherboard of the ship, changing the walls and floors so he could traverse throughout. How one did this without a tablet he couldn’t begin to guess, which made his heart sink a little at the thought of somehow escaping.

He managed to make it to the library, the number one place on his list to check out. A library might have a census and, if humans indeed were as valued as Zim said, then maybe there would be something about the survivors. If it was like before, then this Irken ship would have all common information stored on an unencrypted hard-drive. Assuming that he was authorized as Zim so gently put it, to use such a device. However, if he could access it, that meant he could most likely find out what happened to Gaz and his father.

In the library were small trapezoid shaped tables and a few soft looking chairs. The room was a deep blue and had lots of book shelves. Old looking alien literature sat in various states on them, some written on reeds or sticks wrapped up in bundles and others in more familiar book shapes. However, it was quite apparent that the modern texts were in the tablets that were lying around on the shelves in the rooms. Zim must have used this room a lot; stuff was everywhere. He had to sift through a couple of tablets before he found one that dealt specifically with modern times.

“Bingo” he said after a good hour of reading. “The part about human beings is in this one.”

He skimmed straight to the census but his face soon fell.

“No names,” he sighed, “just numbers.”

The key for the numbers didn’t tell him much: hair color, eye color and sex, but nothing that would really stick out. If 4 million humans had been rescued people who physically resembled Gaz and his Dad would be all over the place. It was a hopeless effort to track them by this mean, if they had even survived. He set the tablet down, hopelessly depressed and dejected. It was then however, that he noticed another tablet buried under some books. It wasn’t blue like the rest; instead it was pink and purple like Zim’s old base. Intrigued, Dib picked it up and took a look.

“It’s…it’s an Invader Report.” He said surprised. “Wow, this takes me back.”

In the reports were mentions of Dib and their scuffles way back in elementary school. His heart began to beat faster and his breath quickened; that nostalgic excitement reared its head again. It was a very careful recountment of everything they had done, including some pretty crazy theories of Zim’s about how to subvert the ‘Inferior Dib human’ and other things. When he got to when he was about 12 years of age, the time in which Zim disappeared, the reports took an unusual turn. There were only two entries in between that strange 12 year period.

The tallest are finally coming! All my hard work has finally paid off!

Dib felt a creeping sensation crawl up his spine when he read the last entry.

Earth……joke. I will kill them……..I will kill them all. I’ll have my revenge, like……….Blorth. It’s my turn now. The entire Armada couldn’t stop me. Everyone will die.

There was something horrifying about such crudely worded hatred. It slowly dawned on Dib that while he led his dull gray life, somewhere out there the alien that had given him the only excitement he had ever known had been suffering some horrible unknown tortures, only to end up becoming the monster that he was now. Somehow he doubted that a transformation like that came from friendly means.

Curiously he opened up the geographic tablet to look up information on planet Blorth. It came up restricted.

“You don’t want me to know anything about it, do you Zim?” he whispered under the cold blue lights. “But then why did you leave that log out here for me to see?”

After a long day of reading, Dib had retired to sleep. It had been a rough day for him, for many reasons. His sleep however, was troubled with strange dreams. It was as though he was seeing some kind of movie playing out in his mind. Monsters danced in his peripheral vision on a strange planet he’d never seen. Occasionally an Irken woman’s face slipped into his dreams. In the dream he knew she was very kind and was looking out for him. All of a sudden the mood of the dream changed, it became dark and foreboding. The strange primitive planet was alight with flames. A huge looming shadow stood over him in the darkness. He was suddenly snapped awake.

“Wh-? Oh, it’s you. Go away, I’m sleeping Zim,” He mumbled.

Claws suddenly raked down his back, he tried to scramble up but he was quickly forced back onto the bed face down by Zim’s very large mandible.

“Jesus Christ,” he whimpered, “are you going to kill me now after all that effort to save me?”

His voice was muffled by the sudden pressure of the pillow on his mouth. The top of his head was being forced deeper in the soft down as the claws raked clumsily down his body. When he realized they were tearing apart his clothes he began to really struggle.

Dib saw where his situation was headed and was dead terrified.

He screamed loudly when the claws harshly scratched down his flesh, drawing blood, but his head was quickly shoved back onto the cushion in order to keep him silent. A wet tongue slid along the back of his neck and he thought in his terrified state that he could hear Zim eerily laughing. Dib fancied that Zim was probably completely overtaken by some bizarre form of insanity at the moment. Why else would he try and ravish a person he didn’t even like? However, when he felt something like a blade pushing at his insides the thought didn’t give him much comfort.

Screaming into the pillow, he tried to brace himself against the rude intrusion. He wondered if he would die as he felt the awful sharp points sticking in his innards; Irken equipment it seemed was highly spiked. His face turned flush when a sudden rush of pleasure assaulted his body.

“Oh no, no, no,” he whimpered to himself, “this can’t be happening. My own fucking body is not going to betray me!”

But he had no control over it. He concluded that the spikes produced some kind of aphrodisiac and now he was lost feeling pleasure in something he should be repulsed by.

“You’re fucking vile,” he cried inwardly, “you’re a fucking vile demon from HELL, Zim!”

Dub shuddered and came as he felt a bite on the back of his neck. It stung and sharply contrasted with the uncontrollable spasms coursing through him.

Everything suddenly became still. He was still firmly routed to the bed and the demon Irken that had stolen into his room was still present on top of him. There was a shift of weight and his inner most cavity was vacated. He thought he felt the touch of hands on his head, almost a mock of a caress against his hair. A sob escaped Dib’s lips and with just as much suddenness as he had appeared, Zim vanished from the room with a flurry of motion.

Dib was alone once again.

His breath came out in ragged gasps. “Calm down. Just calm right the fuck down. Get up, get up and get to the bathroom. Your shoulder has gashes and you need to see if there’s something to treat it with,” he continuously mumbled this mantra to himself as he staggered from the bed.

The bathroom did appear to have a medicine cabinet in it that was full of various first aid devices. Dib wondered if Zim had built this ship at all or if it was just given to him fully outfitted. He checked his shoulder in the mirror and was astounded at his ability to watch the wounds on his shoulder close very slowly by themselves.

“Something was done to my body on the operating table,” he sighed. “Not like it matters anyway at this point.”

He washed his wounds but didn’t feel the need to dress them. He clutched the edge of the sink just like he had done his first day in the ship owned by his greatest enemy and stared at his pale, gaunt features. His prosthetic eye stood out to him, even though it moved with the other one in a reasonably accurate fashion

“You’re a vile human being,” he said to his stoic reflection. “You almost deserve every single bit of this, you thoughtless bastard.”

He couldn’t finish his words before he was attacked by an intense wave of nausea. His nerves had finally crumpled to the point that he was heaving over a toilet in a spaceship billions of miles away from a home that didn’t exist without shame or consideration.

“Fucking shit,” he hissed clutching the sides of the receptacle as he reeled. “This is like some kind of horrible personal Hell!”

A dark black tar-like substance slid down his thigh. Blinking, he touched it with his hands and winced when he realized what it was.

“That is so fucking gross,” he mumbled staggering on his legs again, determined to clean himself up before collapsing from exhaustion.

When he had finished, he went back to the empty room. It was as if nothing had happened. The only indication that anything had gone on at all was the rumpled bed and the mess he had discarded down the toilet. His body had almost completely healed itself by the time he left the soft green lights of the washroom and headed into the black, pitiless darkness of his bed.

He only lain for a moment against the cool sheets before he began to cry. Heavy sobs wracked his body as he furled himself around the sheets; naked and isolated from everything he had ever known. Dib couldn’t shake the feeling that some part of his childhood dreams had been broken. He could no longer live in fond memories of a little green alien or hot summer nights chasing his fancies around in his backyard. All his dreams were vanished or shattered or strikingly non-existent and as he lay weeping in the darkness of an empty room in the blackest depths of space, Dib felt that he had been tossed senselessly into a vortex there was no escape from. In the endless whirl that he considered his loathsome life he fell asleep and had strange dreams. Dreams of a far away planet, strange barbaric dances and of a kind Irken woman; overshadowed by a menacing dark presence.
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