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Disclaimer: Invader Zim and its characters are, of course, property of Jhonen Vasquez and his fantastic production team. Any resemblance my original characters might bear to real individuals is purely coincidental.

Chapter 3
“If I’m going to help you get back to your house, you can’t spend the entire journey poking me with that space taser or whatever the hell it is.”
Jex stood before Zim, examining his now artificially humanesque skin for any patches of green that might be showing through. Her work was actually pretty good, if she did say so herself, and when you paired that with a hoodie sweatshirt to cover his head, track pants, sneakers, leather gloves and aviator sunglasses... well, sure, he looked like the Unabomber but he would pass for human. Fortunately for them both, he was small enough that he actually fit her clothing.
Zim scrunched his face up in irritation. “Female, I don’t think you’re in any position to demand anything.”
Sighing, Jex insisted, “Perhaps not, but where we’re going there will be a lot of people and chances are they’re going to notice if you keep poking me with that thing.”
Zim considered this and, realizing she was probably right, dropped the subject entirely rather than concede to her point. “You will focus on navigating us toward my headquarters and I will worry about everything else.”
Jex fought the urge to roll her eyes. His pride was unbelievable. “Well, your disguise is finished anyway. Take a look.” She pointed toward the mirror hanging on the wall near the kitchen.
While he checked himself out, she tried to figure out how she was going to lose him while they were in the city. She was running a huge risk by trying to escape, but there was no reason to believe he wouldn’t kill her the minute they arrived at their destination anyway. If she was going to die, she wasn’t going to let her last act in this life be to ride the subway with a misanthropic alien.
***
Zim looked around in confusion at the turnstile gates leading into the closest platform of the subway. The truth was, he knew that the subway was an underground mode of transportation but he hadn’t been bothered to investigate it further. “These look more like weapons than transportation units, human,” he sneered suspiciously. “I am no fool.”
Grabbing Zim’s hand, Jex slapped a subway token into his gloved palm. “They’re not weapons. Just do what I do.”
She inserted a token into the slot and began to walk through the turnstile. Zim tried to walk through close behind her, impatient to get back to his lair, but ended up stuck behind the bar in the process. “WHAT IS THIS?! You dare thwart ME?” He erupted in a fit of violence, shaking the bar relentlessly.
Other city travelers stopped to stare in amazement at the crazy man wearing sunglasses in the subway, apparently trying to destroy one of the turnstiles, while Jex glanced around nervously at them. “Ahahaha, you’re so silly! Always PLAYING PRACTICAL JOKES!” she shouted loudly, grinning at the confused bystanders. She grabbed his arm so that she could take the token from him and do it herself.
Zim stared at her in frustration, speaking through clenched teeth. “The bar has denied my passage.”
Wrenching the token out of Zim’s hand, Jex reached across him and inserted it into the slot. The turnstile clicked loudly and Zim, having been applying large amounts of pressure on the bar, immediately fell through and stumbled.
“Inferior human technology,” he spat. “Irkens would never rely on such an inconvenient contraption. It’s pointless!”
“Well, that’s lovely for you,” Jex sighed impatiently. Although Zim’s disguise was passable, if she looked at him for more than just a glance she could certainly tell that there was something not quite right about him. She didn’t want him attracting this kind of attention and implicating her in his activities. “This is making me nervous, let’s just go.”
“Thirty seconds to next Northbound train,” the programmed subway announcement declared overhead. “Please stand back.”

As Unabomber Zim and Jex stood waiting for the train to arrive, they were entirely unaware that they were being watched.
“Twenty seconds to next Northbound train,” the announcement’s smooth voice reminded them.
Jex tossed a sideways glance at Zim and noticed his antennae moving around underneath his hoodie. It almost looked like he was hiding a small animal under there.
“Zim,” she hissed. “You need to try to keep those antennae under control, it looks weird!”
He stiffened in embarrassment, pressing his antennae flat against his head. “And you need to keep your mouth under control if you want to live,” he snapped.
A small crowd of waiting passengers had formed in the area and Jex found herself bouncing a little on her legs out of pure anxiety. The train pulled up in front of them, sending a gust of air whipping through the crowd. Zim held his hoodie against his head. It was then that she realized that there were a couple of rude people behind her invading their personal space. Creepy assholes.
“Look buddy,” she said as she turned around. “Back off—"
She cut herself off as she realized they were gathering around Zim in a way that was a little bit too deliberate to be coincidental. She saw him shift uncomfortably.
Zim was aware of the people around him but he mistook their closeness for the disgusting pack behavior of human crowds. I can’t get away from their smell, he thought to himself, shifting uncomfortably yet again. It’s repugnant.
As people got off of the train on the opposite side of the platform and they waited for the doors to open, Jex inched closer to Zim and took his arm, linking it in hers. As Zim was about to demand to know what she was doing, quite loudly in fact, she looked at him and quickly shook her head. Giving him a very meaningful, intent look, she quickly flicked her eyes to her left, indicating that he should look over his shoulder.

Looking puzzled, Zim slowly turned his head just enough so that he could see the three men surrounding them from behind. Blood rushed to his head as he realized that Jex had noticed what he had failed to register while he was preoccupied with the smell of the humans. But how had they found him so easily?
Jex leaned in as though she were going to share a secret with him, as though they were nothing more than two people flirting with each other as they were boarding the subway. “When the door of the train opens,” she whispered, “get in. I’ll distract them.” She added a little smile at the end so that anyone watching would assume she was expressing nothing more than a flirtatious triviality.
In fact, this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of Zim.

The door opened.
Jex unlinked her arm from Zim’s and the alien moved forward to enter the train.
She turned to the men behind them, the military agents disguised as passengers.
Taking a deep breath, she spun back around, ripped the hood from Zim’s head and shouted at the agents, “He’s THERE!!”
The moment the hood was removed from his head, Zim knew what had happened and he filled with rage. “How DARE YOU?!” He flipped the hood back onto his head but it was too late; he had been spotted not only by a handful of passengers but also by the agents he was trying to evade. A panicked look flashed across his face in the midst of his anger. “They’ll DISSECT ME!!”
“Shit,” one of the agents muttered. “CLEAR THE AREA!” he shouted, pulling out his pistol and a piece of identification that Jex strained to see in the cacophony but couldn’t.
Screaming and shouting filled the air at the sight of the gun and people pushed into each other, hysterically trying to escape the chaos and potential danger. Zim was trying to use this to his advantage; maybe he could lose them. That stinking pile of human filth betrayed me, he thought. I’ll kill her.
Jex heard Zim shouting something about being dissected as she was running away from the train. She stopped and looked back, seeing Zim inside the car with the agents bearing down on him. He was frantically looking for an escape route.
A quick image flashed in her mind: Zim strapped to an examination table in some dilapidated old building out in the desert, shadowy figures wielding sharp instruments hovering over him. Visions of conscious surgeries and organ removal flashed across her eyes and she shuddered. Surely her imagination was running away with her, accessing memories of Hollywood dramatizations and nothing more.
Besides, he would deserve whatever he got, right?
Zim was shouting at the agents who were aiming their guns at him. The train still stood on the platform, but it ran on a schedule and would leave shortly. The doors were still open but the agents were blocking Zim’s escape route. She could see that if he tried to dart past them, they would grab him with ease.
“...damn it,” she sighed. Her better nature couldn’t bear to let someone be taken in and gruesomely dissected like a lab rat, alien or not.
“Stand clear, doors are closing,” the silky overhead voice warned them.
Just as the doors were about to close, Jex ran toward the train and made it into the passenger car next to the car where Zim and the agents were. There were still people in here, a couple of them crouched down on the floor in a panic, too frozen with confusion and fear to move.
“Is it terrorists?” one woman asked Jex from her position hiding behind a couple of the seats.
“More or less,” Jex answered without much thought, inching her way toward the door between the two cars.
“Oh God!!” the woman screamed, putting her hands over her ears and shutting her eyes. Jex briefly wondered what she would do if she knew it was an alien terrorist.
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The subway started to lurch forward and Zim struggled to maintain his footing.
“Stand BACK, filthy human vermin!” Zim commanded, pointing a hand at them. “You know not what you mess with!!”
“Come with us and we won’t harm you,” one of the agents said while making coaxing gestures with his free hand and pointing his gun at Zim with the other.
Zim started laughing loudly. “HAHAHAHA. Stupid human! You take me for a fool!” Dropping his voice to a menacing growl and narrowing his eyes, he added “...that’s unwise.” He threw back the hood of the sweatshirt, sunglasses falling to the floor. A grinning snarl spread across his face as four metallic spider legs ripped holes into the back of his shirt and planted themselves on the floor of the train car, lifting him up toward the ceiling.
The agents looked alarmed but held their ground. “STAND DOWN,” the second one ordered.
Maniacal laughter echoed through the train car as Zim moved closer to the agents. “Pitiful human,” he sneered. “Is this ALL you bring to thwart Zim?! Your pistols?!” He was thrilled at the realization that these humans weren’t as much of a threat as he had thought. “PATHETIC!” Laughing again, he raised one of his legs as he prepared to stab one of the agents.
“ZIM!”
Confused, Zim turned around to see a blur that vaguely resembled Jex slamming into an agent behind Zim that had been pointing a gun up toward the alien’s head. He had been so wrapped up in his eagerness to lacerate one agent’s face that the third agent maneuvering his way behind him had gone unnoticed. Now, the agent was sprawled against a row of chairs and the floor, a tangle of his own limbs mingled with Jex’s.
She struggled to untangle herself from the man and shouted, “The door!” as the agent she had knocked over grabbed at her.
Zim saw in a flash that the doors between two cars had been opened and he had a clear path to escape, at least toward the other end of the train until it came to a stop. He turned and unceremoniously stabbed the first agent in the neck with one of his legs to prevent him from following. The agent shouted, but all that came out was a grotesque gurgle as his throat filled with blood, Zim ripping his throat wide open as he pulled his leg out of the man, sending gore spraying across the train car.
Turning to the second agent, Zim saw that the man had been speaking into a small communication piece attached to his ear. Approaching the man with a few small steps of his metallic appendages, Zim bent down over him menacingly. “You wish to call more of your colleagues to be slaughtered, then?” He tilted his head and grinned at the horrified agent. A metallic leg shot up through the man’s torso and exploded out of his mouth, ripping him to shreds.
“AAAHAHAHA!!” Zim exploded in triumphant laughter, blood splattered across his clothing and face. “PATHETIC! Your weak bodies are so easily destroyed!”
The train sped forward and he turned to face Jex and the third agent. Immediately he stabbed the agent in the shoulder, pinning him to the wall of the train. Zim turned to look at Jex with an evil glint in his eye, when a loud beep issued from his PAK.
Zim shouted, “GIR!”
A video device emerged from the PAK and displayed a holographic image of a small waving robot with large blue eyes. “Hiiiiiiiii!”
“Where have you been, GIR?! Send the Voot Cruiser immediately!”
“You been paintin’!” GIR exclaimed and started clapping enthusiastically. “Weehoooo! I wanna see the pretties!”
Zim’s eye twitched impatiently. “SEND THE VOOT CRUISER, GIR!”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmokay!” GIR saluted moronically and signed off.
He would have time to assess any damage to headquarters once he actually got there. For now, he reveled in the knowledge that he would escape this ridiculous scenario very soon. A low laugh started to build in Zim’s throat and erupted into a full blown theatrical display. “HAHAHAHA!! HUMAN! Do you SEE? You lose in the face of ZIM! Your reinforcements will be destroyed!”
The agent moaned in pain and panted heavily, his shoulder bleeding profusely where the metallic leg still pierced it. “You’re a....” the agent winced and struggled, panting again. “...you’re a monster.”
Zim moved closer to the agent and Jex, who was still crouched very close to the man. He ignored the struggling human attached to the end of his spider leg, keeping his shoulder impaled against the wall, and looked Jex in the eye. She trembled violently, terrified that she would meet the same gruesome end as the men whose bodies now painted a macabre scene behind Zim. He continued to stare at her with a twisted, psychotically angry look on his face. One of his other metallic legs raised in the air and brilliantly reflected the piss poor lighting of the subway car.
Jex closed her eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable.
A rush of wind passed her face and she heard the sickening sound of a crunch and what was most certainly the leg thrusting into human flesh. Opening her eyes, she saw Zim removing the two legs that had impaled the agent, one in the shoulder and the other in the middle of his skull. Eyes rolling back into his head, blood and brain matter leaking out of his skull, the agent slumped over onto the floor.

The arachnid legs retracted into Zim’s PAK as he lowered himself to the floor, but he wasted no time in grabbing Jex by the throat, lifting her to her feet and slamming her against the closed door of the train. “I should throw you onto the tracks for betraying me.”
Her hands on the alien fingers clutching her throat, she tried to pry him off of her, struggling and panicking but unable to take her eyes from his.
The truth was, he didn’t want to kill her. She had helped him and he thought that her obviously keen human intuition would be a useful commodity. “Their deaths were quick,” Zim said. “Cross me again and yours will not be so... expedient.” He let go of her and she slumped over, gasping for air.
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