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Lost Strength	By : skittlesfairy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: I'm pretty sure no one knows Werewolf Apocalypse, but if you do, picture that Zim is in the Deep Umbra..... If you don't know, well then the rest of you are just going to have figure out if he's screwed or not, lol. That and if anyone can figure out where he is they get some recognition because I'm trying to keep everything mysterious...Lol, its not really working though.

CHAPTER 2
Zim stared at his surroundings. There was nothing else he could do but stare at the strange land around him. If he could really call it that. Sky and ground warped together and paths lead in every possible direction, right, left, up, down and sideways. In some places the paths looped and crossed, switching completely.
The ground consisted of patches of colour that blended seamlessly together in some places and in other were set blocks suddenly appearing in the middle of another. The sky looked to be an amalgamation of every single planet he'd ever seen. Clouds and dust twirled and sparkled, creating an atmosphere of the strangest ever seen.
Hesitantly he took one step forward, trying to determine where he was. The last thing he remembered was laying before Tallest Purple, dying. Was it possible that he had... died? But if death had taken him what was this? Where was the end that was supposed to lay beyond? Slowly he swallowed the lump in his throat and continued on, needing to do something in this frightening place.
A sound caught his attention, drawing his gaze with a snap. Before it had been completely silent, his boot not having made a single noise when he had moved. Sharp dark pink eyes narrowed and stepped off of the path, determined to find out where the sound had come from. Only the ground wasn't ground and he tumbled through the illusion, gravity pulling at him to quickly for his PAK to react. Wait, PAK? Why did he still have his PAK? Shouldn't that have been on Purple? And why would it matter here?
His brain was going a million miles a minute as he tried to process what exactly was going on. While he fell the colours warped around him, pulsing and trying to envelope him into them. Pushing away at them he was surprised when he was propelled backwards, still falling and floating at the same time. More confused than when he first came to he continued to let himself wall, briefly wondering why he hadn't hit a bottom yet.
With that thought he slammed into a hard ground, the shock of the sudden stop reverberating through out his small body but causing no pain. Blinking, he peeled himself off the the new ground that he found himself on, dusting off his uniform casually as he took everything in once again.
His new environment was a stark inky blackness with a white glowing path stretching out in front and behind him. Above from where the swirling mass of colours had spat him out there was now what looked like the infinity of space. He could see moons and planets deceptively far away that twinkled at him, calling to be explored.
“....hurting...”
Antennae snapped straight up, listening carefully as he tried to figure out where the sound came from. And eerie wind blew, ruffling his clothing and urging him forward. Nervously he clenched and unclenched his hands, eyes darting around fearfully. This strange place made no sense and he longed to get out, get away.
“...useless.....”
“....pathetic.....”
Two voices now, whispering in the darkness. Mocking him they whispered hatefully, making him pause as he tried to figure out why they sounded so familiar. The voices became recognizable and he cringed, remembering.
He struggled to keep up with the others, his tiny legs pumping furiously as he tried vainly to keep up with the other smeets. They were all a year old and were doing physical training. He was the smallest in the group, and in fact the smallest smeet in the hatcheries, only a little bigger than the newly hatched.
“Hey, if that useless guy back there gets us into trouble again I say we all beat him up!” A faceless smeet whispered conspiratorially, not bothering to hide his plan from the little Zim.
“He's gotta be defective, I mean I've seen newly hatched smeets that are bigger than him. Shouldn't the Caretaker do something about him?” A different one asked as they continued to run, Zim falling more and more behind as his shorter legs tried and tried to keep up.
A different memory surfaced, pulling him down into its depths.
“PATHETIC!” Shock as he was slapped in front of the other cadets. Wide eyed he stared at their Instructor, wondering what he had done to deserve something so violent from the one who was supposed to be teaching them.
“If I ever catch you falling behind again, I will make sure you live to regret it, defect.” The Instructor hissed, backhanding him and sending him sprawling to the ground. Wordlessly he stood and saluted, trying to ignore the bruises forming on his cheek and jaw.
The Instructor turned away from him and sent them running once more. Angry tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he pushed with all his might to keep up. It wasn't his fault that he had hatched prematurely.
Shivering Zim wrapped his arms around his thin torso and shoved the memories as far away as he could. Running a hand over his head he swept his antennae back. Standing as tall as he could, he marched forward, trying hard to ignore the whispering words. It was hard though, too hard for the words were the only sound that filled the place.
“...defect....”
“.....murderer.....”
“.....useless....”
“...pathetic...”
More voices joined, swirling around him, demanding to be heard. They would not be ignored. Breaking out of his march he burst into a run, trying to block out the voices he wrapped his arms around his head. Running nearly blind his feet pounded along the smooth surface of the glowing path. Twisting and turning he went on, trying to ignore the voices which were only growing louder.
“...Useless!”
“....Defect!”
“.......Murderer!”
“..Pathetic!”
“.....Disaster!”
Screaming at him now, they chased him, haunting him as he pelted full tilt along the winding road. Letting go of his head he used his arms to pump his body faster, trying and trying to outrun the sound that was starting to wear at him.
Louder and louder they grew until it was all that he could think about, consuming him. Feebly he pushed at the memories that the voices evoked, not wanting to deal with his past. But it was not to be as more were called to the forefront of his mind.
“You hear about the new guy? He doesn't even have all the Elite training!” A young looking Irken gossiped, her light red eyes flashing.
“I heard he killed the Tallest to get here!” Deep purple eyes flashed, and their owner work the look of someone who knew something they shouldn't.
“No way, Miyuki's death was an accident, wasn't it?” The last to speak in the group huddled closer to the table, rare green eyes widening fearfully.
“Thats what they told everyone to keep the masses in line,” The second said, casting a dark look over at the small Invader-to-be at the other end of the table.
“You're making this up!” The light eyed one scoffed but turned ever so slightly so that she could stare as well, wanting to know if there was a hint of truth in what was being said.
“No way, I've got this Vortian friend who saw it happen.” The one with the dark purple eyes looked around, eyes settling on Zim.
Pressing his antennae back he tried vainly to ignore them, their voices more of an annoyance than anything else. But it was not to be as the group of three sauntered over, self-righteous looks on their faces. Zim continued to ignore them until one reached out and pulled on his antennae.
He was dragged out of his seat with a screech as they three commenced to beat him, two holding him while one would punch, kick and pull. He fought hard, determined not to be seen as weak but they were much bigger than he was, still shockingly small and they were years ahead of him in the Invader training.
Eventually they felt that justice had been served and left him bleeding on the floor, their last words cutting into him as he struggled to stand.
“No one wants you here, Defect.” One of them spat at him and then they rushed out of the snack hall, off to one of their many classes.
Was that why he was lost? Where was he lost at exactly? What was this place?! Zim clutched at his head, clawing and leaving bloody gouges as he tried to think. Tried to push away the overwhelming depression that wanted to swallow him whole. He couldn't think about those things. Had to forget, push them back to where they came from. He closed his eyes as he remembered that he was an Invader, the best of the best. Nothing, no one could stop him.
Except himself.
Sharp claws snagged his arms and threw them aside. “Suffer!” the other him spat out, dark pink eyes boring into his. With that simple command he did just that.
Screaming agony overtook him, forcing him to the winding path to flail on the narrowed path. Wiggling into his brain it hooked into his nerves, lighting them afire. Everything that had ever hurt him wracked through his body and mind, scarring him with its intensity. And then the eternity of it was over and he was free.
He lay still, panting on the ground as the world came back into focus. From where his prone form was sprawled he could see that other him grinning down sadistically at him. Glaring up at what was obviously a fake, he struggled to get his weak arms to support him.
“Oh don't be like that. Its more fun when you fight back. I thought you were better than this.” The other him grinned, the smile sick and twisted as it sauntered forward, kicking him hard in the belly, causing him to hit the ground once more.
Coughing, Zim rolled over and painfully pulled himself to his feet. Glaring hatefully he hooked his own claws into his black gloves before lunging forward, swinging wildly.
“You think you're better than me? You're just a lousy clone!” Zim hissed, claws out and teeth bared like a savage beast.
“I'm better than you because I am Zim!” The other him crowed, eyes alight with madness. The clone or ghost or whatever it was lunged forward, intent on tearing out the real Invader's eyes.
Lunging to the side he dodged it's viciously sharp claws. They collided, hissing and growling. Each fought to hurt the other more deeply than the last blow. Rolling one pinned the other and for a moment it was indistinguishable which was the real Zim. Until the one on top spoke.
“And I am not weak enough to love,” The other Zim spat out, as if it had said something distasteful. Fake dark pink eyes widened as it's trapped victim screeched angrily and bucked against him. It was futile though and the real Zim stopped for one second, the fake him grinning down maliciously at him. “That's right.... give in to me...”
Zim closed his eyes and slumped lifelessly against the silvery glow of the path. “Never!” Zim's eyes snapped open and he called out his PAK-legs, wondering why he hadn't used them earlier, throwing the other him off and clear over the edge of the narrow bridge. Rolling to his feet he retracted the metal appendages and peered over the edge into the blackness. The abyss screeched at him, tendrils of shadow trying to claw their way onto the glowing bridge. The bridge burst into a bright flarey show of light which sent the inky ropes of blackness back into the depths that they had come from.
Pressing down a shiver he stood, making sure to keep away from the edges. He started walking again, going in what he hoped was forward but after scuffling around he wasn't sure if he was head back the way he came. It wasn't like there were any markings for him to use as a guide anyway. The planets and moons above him only seemed to follow instead of staying in a fixed place, making it even harder to judge which way he was going.
There was a slight bonus, in that the voices had stopped tormenting him and dragging up visions of his past. He hated what he had been, what he had put up with when he was younger. Then again, it hadn't been like he had laid back and taken everything that was thrown at him. He had fought and fought hard, despite all the abuse he suffered he rose above it. He would not be brought down now.
Ahead, a ways in the distance he could see two figures. They were thin, who ever they were and their shadows stretched long across the length of the path. Skidding to a stop, he took a step back before shaking his head. An Invader didn't retreat, they moved forward and conquered. And if he was given any trouble that's exactly what he would do. Conquer the problem.
He wasn't sure how long it took to reach them nor was he aware of quite how long he had been lost in the first place. The thing he first noticed was that before him stood the two Tallest, wrapped around each other.
Wide-eyed he felt his squeedlyspooch drop for some reason. He couldn't figure out where the pain was coming from and it made him falter. They were doing something to him and he sure as heck didn't like it.
“What's the matter Zim? Do we.... bother you?” Tallest Purple hissed venomously, coiling and arm tighter around his crimson other. Crimson eyes narrowed and their owner let loose a savage feral growl.
Dry mouthed, Zim wasn't sure how to respond. What were the Tallest doing here, and why were they being so... intimate with each other? From what he had gathered they were only friends, so what was going on? What were they playing at?
“To good to answer us?” Red growled, leaning forward malevolently. The shadows from the sides of the glowing path snaked up, caressing the bottom robes of the Tallest and curling at their feet.
Purple gazed at his co-Tallest lovingly, purring out his suggestion.“I know, he's jealous....” The words only seemed to anger the crimson one further, more shadows playing around him and gaining power with each glower.
“You dared to think that we cared about someone as useless and defective as you? That he would care?” The nightmare voice of the Tallest spat, his violet eyed cohort grinning maniacally. Zim gaped up at them, wondering where the sudden hatred had come from. He knew that they didn't like him, they didn't like anyone, but why were they being so cruel? Betrayal lit through his mind, and he suddenly wished for the comfort that the voice had always given. But the voice was gone, back where it belonged.
And he was alone.
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