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The Irken Anatomy	By : ladylaguna Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 4135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The world seemed smeared, like paint on a canvas. For many minutes, Megami simply lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her lungs burned...

“Ungh.” All four arms were required to get her upright. She was back on Vermeil's ship, in her designated 'room.' Fog still trapped her brain. Running fingers through her hair, she looked around. What had happened again...?

Finally her vision bled back into focus. When her thoughts couldn't catch up, her body finally forced itself to move instead. With some difficulty, she rose and went to the open doorway. Peeking her head through, she listened closely for any noise within the ship.

That's right, she had gone to meet Vermeil... He had...

Ragged breathing issued from the front of the ship. Cautiously, she followed that sound. It led her to the bridge, where Vermeil's dark form sat, curled over the control panel.

“Not me...” he whispered to himself, over and over. “Not me. Not... me.”

“...Vermeil?”

Whirling in his seat, he narrowed his crimson eyes. For a moment, he studied her. Then his thin lips stretched into a wicked smile. “Pretty little Nymph. Stupid little bitch. Go back to bed. Back to bed.”

Shrinking back against the wall, Megami uttered, “You're scaring me, Vermeil...”

In one smooth movement, he got to his feet and crept across the room. Looming over her, he hissed, “That's 'My Tallest' to YOU, girl.” When not slouching, he was so FRIGHTENING... Long fingers tangled with the material of her shirt, pinning her before she even noticed he was doing so. “Mm, so tempting. But I can't ruin anything... No, not yet...”

She couldn't help the tears that escaped. Had he lost his mind? The news of how Tenn really died-- did it break him? “Where are you taking me?” she finally asked, voice trembling.

His expression softened and he backed away. “Irkland,” he stated coolly, finally returning to the controls. “Don't try to escape. You can't, really. But my head-- so sore. Shouldn't test me.”

Terrified, Megami retreated to her room and locked the door. Not that he, at the bridge, couldn't unlock it at any time... But at that point even the illusion of safety was better than nothing.

What the hell was “Irkland”...? Ah yes, that's right, Earth had been turned into an amusement park, right? They were going to Earth. But why? Megami WAS anxious to see that place she'd always fantasized about... but not like this.

Did Uncle-- Dad wonder where she'd gotten off to? He seemed to be the type that didn't let much stand in his way. Would he come rescue her? Could she contact him somehow...? Quietly, she left the room again and snuck to the computer room. It had been completely demolished! The consoles were smashed, circuits strewn about with an almost childlike fervor.

A breathless cackle emanated from the bridge. Of course, there were likely cameras... He could see her every move...

“Try to fix them if you like. It would be amusing to watch, actually.”

She turned to see him in the doorway. Suppressing a squeal of fright, she tried to run past him and from the room. Catching her about the waist, he slammed her against the wall. “What's the matter, little Nymph?” She struggled against him, but his long, strong limbs were like steel against her short, flabby ones. A hand slid over her stomach, groping between her legs viciously. “Soft, hot little cunt... Want to hear you squeal. Like a piggy!”

“No. No! NO!” Megami kicked and finally bit him hard on a stray antennae, causing him to help and release her. She scrambled away, skittering into her room and slamming the door as his maniacal laughter echoed down the hall.

Curling up on the bed, she sobbed and prayed. An hour passed... Two... in complete silence. He left her alone... and she decided that it was best to stay put until she could come up with a good course of action. But she could think of nothing... Trying to clear her mind, she sat up by the window, watching the stars. All too soon, she saw a planet looming in the distance... She tried to remember what Earth looked like from photographs... It had been very blue.

This planet was more of a grey, though shocks of blue and green showed in places, crawling through the surface like veins. Old vegetation trying to reclaim the world?

The entered the atmosphere and Megami almost cried to look at the place. It was nothing like the photos she'd seen... The Irkens had totally ruined it. Most of the buildings had been leveled, mountains broken away to make room for their own structures. Though years of disuse had ruined those as well, the typical bright pinks and purples mottled with dust, dirt and mold. No sunlight broke through the thick clouds in the area they were traveling to, though Megami didn't know what they were comprised of. Pollution, most likely.

In no time at all, they settled. Megami still had no plan in mind. Though, Vermeil's plans for her weren't clear either. There had to be a ship in all this debris... If she could break away from him and find it, she could try to escape...

“We're he-ere!” Vermeil slid open her door, smiling wildly at her, eyes keen. Holding out his hand, he waited. She, of course, didn't move. He eventually grew impatient and grabbed her, dragging her from the room. “I have someone I want you to meet, Nymph. Now come on.”

She didn't fight as they walked down the ramp and set foot upon the dirt. They were in what resembled a parking lot, though it was devoid of ships. Before them lay the gates to Irkland, composed of ornate pieces of twisted metal. The name of the park was spelled out in long-since dead neon lights. Vermeil took a deep breath, coughing a little as the musty air invaded his system. “Home sweet home.”

He couldn't get the gate to open at first, two paklegs emerging to jab at the locks until they finally burst. He shoved the creaking doors open with a shoulder, dragging the girl behind him as he went. The fight in her had faded for the moment as she took the surroundings in with awe. Even if her fate was uncertain, this was an unprecedented opportunity she'd always dreamed of.

Down they went, over thousands of winding steps, past decrepit old rides... She knew of amusement parks, knew that humans even had them, but had never been to one of her own. On the horizon, the ferris wheel loomed, dwarfing everything around it. Her eyes went wide as she stared at it... She'd never seen one for real before.

“What... that?” Vermeil actually stopped and let her stare. “Yeah, it's a relic, isn't it? WE had no use for it, of course. But the humans had it and it was just so charming that Red insisted we leave it.”

Blinking up at him, Megami tilted her head. “...Red?”

Pursing his lips, Vermeil tightened his grip and began to walk again. Soon they were at the very bottom of the incline, facing what appeared to be a funhouse. The doors were covered in thick wiring and plating, looking completely impassable. Vermeil's brow furrowed and he seemed to be concentrating quite hard...

Grunting, he pushed a palm against his forehead... His breath became more labored. Then he let go of Megami, both hands pressing into his head. She took the opportunity to make a run for it.

Vermeil cried out, half turning toward her, but did not move. Megami scrambled up the stairs as fast as she could, on all six limbs, stumbling and jamming her knee on the edge of a stair. A rumble grew from behind her, shaking the very ground, and she turned for just a moment to see the wires and plates pull away, leaving the door to the funhouse completely open. Whatever was in there, she did NOT want to go... Turning, she began to run again.

“Megami!” Vermeil roared, finally turning. Hundreds of tendrils shot out from the depths of that small building, crossing the expanse effortlessly and grabbing her about the arms, legs and waist, nearly choking her besides. She could barely scream as she was pulled back toward that place, every hope of escape finally leaving her.

Back into the doors she went, Vermeil following behind. She looked at him, beginning to cry again. “Please...” she begged, but his eyes betrayed nothing.

At least her captor was careful. Deftly the wires snaked through the vestibule, pulling her into the nearly pitch-dark interior. They passed through what she could only guess was a hall of mirrors, the smallest glints of light catching on edges... Apparently most of the mirrors were broken; Vermeil's boots crunched on them as they moved, the only sound besides Megami's frightened little sobs.

Deep in the bowels of the building was a small, closed-off room. As they entered, Megami spied a curious glow reflecting off of the metallic walls... Vermeil closed the door behind him, locking it soundly, and the tentacles finally let Megami down.

She abruptly fell on her rear-end, shards of metal crunching beneath her delicate skin. Vermeil looked over her head, still expressionless... Groaning, Megami struggled to her feet, holding onto the wall for support. For only a moment. It was WARM... and seemed to vibrate beneath her touch. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as she slowly turned to see what was at the end of the room... and screamed.

“GrEeTiNgS, nYmPh...” His voice filled the room, resonating down to her very bones. She shuddered as she took in his hideous visage... a plate was nailed over his mouth, and she realized that he hadn't been talking out loud at all... It was all in her mind. Despite this, however, she could see the contorted grin trying to break free. His eyes were a deep purple color, seemingly glowing in the low light.

He was Irken, looking similar to Vermeil, but most of his features were hard to discern. This was due to his being a part of the wall... Either emerging from it or absorbed into it, she couldn't tell which. Only one of his arms was free, long atrophied fingers curling restlessly in midair. He was a couple feet taller than Vermeil, though he seemed much larger and more foreboding because he was placed a few feet upward along the wall itself.

Framing him were two round machines, resembling paks in shape, with lots of little eyes peering out from holes in their armored surface. They were the ones bathing the room in that eerie glow. They seemed to be connected intricately to the trapped Irken, his tissue being stretched and pulled in their strained attempt to absorb him.

“DoN't Be AfRaId,” he purred, curling fingers toward himself. She didn't dare step forward, but she had no choice; Vermeil shoved her from behind and she fell to her knees before him... Just high enough that his fingers could reach her, gently caressing her antennae. Shuddering again, she shrank away, but he sent a shock through her that temporarily paralyzed her, and she tumbled back against Vermeil's legs.

He gripped her arms, pulling her upward and facing her back toward the Irken in the wall. She had no idea what was about to transpire, until she felt something cutting through the material in the back of her shirt. Were they going to rape her?! She struggled with all her might. Looking deep into Vermeil's eyes, she sobbed, “Please don't do this... Vermeil... I love you. I thought you loved me. Please don't do this to me.”

He seemed to falter for a moment, brow furrowing. But then the tentacles emerged from somewhere behind her again, holding her limbs securely. “DoN't MaKe ThIs MoRe DiFfIcUlT tHaN iT hAs To Be,” the Irken hissed. “Or I mIgHt AcCiDeNtAlLy ReMoVe SoMeThInG vItAl...” He ripped off her wings from what seemed to be the very roots, and the room filled with her anguished screams.

“GiVe Me ThE bLaNk,” she heard through the haze of pain. And then there was more pain... unimaginable, torturous pain as she felt something digging into those bloody holes in her back, burrowing deep into her body. Then a shock rolled over her spine and she began to seize. Both Irkens dropped her onto her stomach and she blacked out.

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“Megami. ...Megami.”

Her eyes were open but unseeing. She was floating in a black void... Feeling around but touching nothing. She finally felt hands grab her and she screamed.

“No... No. Megami, calm down.”

The hands turned her and she saw Vermeil before her. Though he looked fundamentally changed. He still had those tired eyes, that defeated slouch... But his clothing was different. Simpler, almost completely unlike an Irken's. She looked down at herself. She only had two arms, and her skin wasn't... Green. She looked human.

“What...?”

“This is your mind's-eye... And mine.” Before she could open her mouth, he continued, “All you have left is your mind, Megami. My father... took your body from you. But thankfully, he had splinters of himself within my pak... I had to interface with his to return those shards to him... And while I was there, I took you out.”

Brow furrowing, she whispered, “I don't understand. Why... Why did you do this to me?”

“I'm sorry, Megami,” Vermeil replied, slumping. “I didn't choose to. But I am still responsible. I promise you that I will get your body back... And until then, I'll protect your soul.”

Was a soul really some abstract thing that could be 'protected'? She still didn't understand at all. “Am I... inside your pak, then? That doesn't make sense... How can you possibly have taken meout of my own body?”

“How does machinery interface with a complex biological construct? It's all much too complicated for me to explain to you at this time, Nymph. Living creatures are much akin to machines... Because in the beginning, a machine was created to mirror a living creature. Right?”

“I suppose.”

“You can do research on it if you wish. I must put you behind a firewall now, but you're welcome to explore any data that comes to interest you.” And then he was gone and she was floating in the void again.
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