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AN: um...so...I'm updating again! (C'MON SMILE!!)

I've been reading 'JTHM: Director's Cut' and the rest of Vasquez's stuff more than normal, listening to Monster Magnet and the Offspring a bit too much and I have a really serious case of sleep deprivation, so if you find this chapter to be weird in anyway, please feel free to go and pester them with complaints or come and butcher my brain XD

Description can get annoying -_-;

Enjoy!

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Chapter Six: Bluish Glitter

- I’m crazy for trying,

And crazy for crying,

And crazy for loving you…-

“Crazy”, by Kidneythieves.

Zim had been watching when that other human took Dib away, it kind of worried him, however, unless Dib’s body was unusually strong, he should’ve been dead by the time he was found…but still, he couldn’t stop the idea from bothering him…besides, it’d been two days already and Dib hadn’t shown up at school, if he’d survived, then Zim wondered what was the human doing? But if he’d died, then why hadn’t anyone said anything yet? Not even the disgusting human’s sister…

“Computer!!! What’s that place where lots of sick humans are kept??”

“Hospital??”

“Ah yes…maybe, I should go and pay Dib a little visit…”

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Membrane had been working for hours, looking for remnants of drugs too late was too tiresome, he’d found a rather large quantity of LSD, which meant it should have been an extremely large dose at the beginning, along with traces of pure MDMA, which was difficult to obtain unless excellent facilities were available and, very light traces of phencyclidine along with the diazepam they’d given to him to ‘cut off’ the effect of the hallucinogens, he couldn’t understand how Dib could survive such cocktail, without mentioning the blood-loss and the wounds…he smiled a bit behind the collar of the his lab coat, which he’d not wore for a week now…

The smile vanished completely when a chill ran down his back…that feeling had always been a prelude to something he adored before, but right now, he couldn’t say he was in any condition to receive…or, at least his mind wasn’t…he turned and stared at the void lab in front of him, leaning slightly on the lab table, it’d always been like that…

Membrane heard the tiny footsteps…was it only him or his visitor was always way too quiet?? Maybe he just was incredibly light…Membrane crossed his arms…he was getting a bit impatient then he felt a hand on his thigh, right upon the bruises that still were there…

And then it was gone…with the same breeze it always came it was gone, the breeze could only be the interface of another dimension opening but Membrane didn’t want to think about it in that moment because he knew he’d miss it…he turned to continue working…trying to push his need to the back of his mind for the time being…

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Zim crossed his legs, taking the headset off and placed it on his lap…why hadn’t he gone any further? He wanted to and he’d felt the human’s need being so strong he could almost say it will become something tangible…

He threw the headset and the pair of gloves to his side and heard the cracking noises they made as they collided with the wall, maybe they would be damaged…

“Damn…”

Anyhow, there were more important things to take care of in that moment…he started for the door and where his Voot Cruiser was stored…

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Membrane couldn’t concentrate on the results, it was a relief that the most important part of the tests was already finished because he couldn’t stand it, the need, that single touch had lit up the fire that had been awakened inside him the first time and that grew stronger with each encounter, he hated it, wanting it so much…always threatening to consume him, and he wanted to be overwhelmed…

However, his need didn’t stem out from his body’s cravings, it derived itself from his mind’s libido…all the wants he’d pushed aside so long ago…he fell to his knees, holding the table’s edge very tight…he really wanted to be touched…to lose control…

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Dib heard a very light knock on his door and slowly woke up…the rain seemed to have stopped but it was obvious that it still was dark…and damp and cold outside…

“Come in…”

A head popped out from behind the door…

“Hi!! I’m doctor Sath, I’m a psychiatrist, I was asked to make you a few tests, if you don’t mind?”

By then the doctor had already entered the room, closed the door behind him and was standing next to Dib, who was eyeing him curiously…

“No…of course not…”

The doctor was a bit shorter than his dad and had really, really black, straight hair that reached down to his chin, a part of which covered one eye, under the lab coat, his clothes were all black too…he kind of reminded him of Dwicky…Dib was beginning to feel very wary….the doctor then locked the door and pulled out a metallic shelf where a lot of syringes and different recipients were placed neatly…Dib felt a chill run down his back…

“What are you doing??”

The doctor could hear the fear in Dib’s voice; he smiled before turning to face the kid again…

“Don’t worry, that’s just for later…the first tests are all psychological stuff…so…if you’ll please begin to answer them…”

“A-alright…”

Dib was caught off-guard by the bunch of papers and the pencil that were practically shoved onto him…the doctor went to sit down on the same chair Membrane had used before and watched intently as Dib went through the sheets…

“Um…I think I’m done…”

The doctor was abruptly taken out of his thoughts by Dib’s voice and stood up, walking slowly and practically snatching the papers and the pencil from Dib, who decided to ignore such rudeness…

“Ok…your arm please…”

Dib seemed confused, when he saw the syringe and the rubber band that the doctor held, he understood…

“Another?”

“Yes…right now is when the fun begins…”

Dib didn’t answer and let the doctor take the blood sample…the doctor went to the shelf that had previously been pulled out and poured some of the blood in a little recipient…Dib was curious…and nervous…

“What do you need that blood sample for??”

It took the doctor a little while to answer, he seemed to be mixing something glittery with a part of the blood sample, then something a bit more opaque…

“We need to measure the tolerance you've developed to certain drugs...”

“It’s easy…none!! I already told the other doctors, I’m not a junkie!! I don’t get stoned on a regular basis!!”

The doctor saw Dib out of the corner of his eye with a lop-sided smile…an ‘I know stuff’ smile…

“So you do get high once in a while?”

“I didn’t say that…no…I’d never done it before…”

The doctor turned to face Dib; he seemed annoyed and crossed his hands behind his back…

“Dib…ALL addicts say that…do you really believe I would fall for it??

“But I’m not lying!!”

"Stop it already...why to keep on trying when it's obvious I'm not believing you one little bit??"

“…you’re just like everyone else…”

Dib turned to look out the window; the doctor sighed and went back to whatever he was doing with the blood sample…it didn’t take long for the doctor to steal Dib’s attention back…

“Ok…so now…I’m going to inject something to measure the half-life some drugs have in your blood…”

Dib turned quickly and saw the rather thick syringe…it seemed to contain a glittery substance inside…bluish…

“Wha-what’s that!?”

The doctor rolled his eyes…

“I told you! A substance to measure the half-life…”

Dib narrowed his eyes…

“You think I’m stupid??”

“Of course not…just plain stubborn…”

The doctor put away the syringe for a bit and pulled Dib’s arms on top of his head, tying them up to the bed, one with his tie and the other with some kind of ribbon…not too tight, but enough for them not to slip out…

“Hey!!! What do you think you’re doing!?”

“There’s no other way you would cooperate…”

“Hey!!!! Stop it!!”

The doctor slouched a bit and hissed into Dib’s ear…

“Shut up already…”

Then he tied Dib’s legs, one to each side of the bed, being careful of not cutting the circulation…

“Why don’t you gag me too??”

The doctor tilted his head amusedly at the sarcasm in the sentence, smiling really, really pleased…pulling out the syringe again as he approached Dib’s arm again…

“No…I want to hear what you have to say when this is all over…anyway, you won’t have the strength to scream…”

He carefully searched for Dib’s veins and injected the glittery substance…when he finished, he threw the syringe to the garbage, along with the rest of the things that had been on the shelf…sitting back on the chair, seeming very pleased with himself…

“Wait a bit, and you will start feeling a little weird…but it’s perfectly normal…I guess…”

-.- Some 10 minutes later -.-

“What the!? My feet!! I can't feel them!! Why can't I feel them!?"

The doctor stood from the chair to sit on the bed; next to Dib instead…he smiled, putting a hand upon Dib’s stomach, a touch that would’ve been somehow reassuring if they weren’t in such dire circumstances…

“Ah yes, the nanites’ effects are beginning to show…they start with the cells farthest away from the brain, encasing them inside variable temporal fields, inevitably slowing their functions down to perpetual and complete stop, until the whole fails, tissues, organs, systems, everything…don’t worry though Dib, the cells won’t die just yet…they will all begin to die when the last neuron does…since those are the last ones to be affected…so you’ll be able to feel everything while you slowly die…”

Dib’s eyes widened, he was somewhere between amazement and terror…

“…you…you’re insane…why do you do this!?”

The doctor didn’t move, he seemed to be quite comfortable there, while Dib lost sensorial perception slowly…

“Because I want something…something that you have and that you shouldn’t…”

“Something…I have??”

“Yes!! And that shouldn’t be yours at all, because you just can’t appreciate it…let’s see if by losing it, you can finally understand its huge value…”

Dib’s eyes widened obscenely, how could he have been so stupid?? How come he didn’t see it coming!?

“No…all this…no…not that again…it’s YOU…Zim!!”

The being sitting next to Dib didn’t drop off the disguise, but the voice did change a lot…and it sounded really annoyed…

“…anyone would’ve thought that you should’ve noticed by now…but now I see why you can’t understand him at all!! You’re just too stupid…and that’s why you don’t deserve him…”

“Him!? Ugh, not again!! Not my dad again…Zim, it’s not like I chose him…we don’t get to choose our parents…I don’t know how it works on your planet but here it’s something completely random…”

The alien narrowed his eyes…

“That doesn’t change the fact that you have something I want…and that you’ve been sticking your nose where you shouldn’t…and that you’ll inevitably pay…”

“Zim…my dad’s not ‘mine’, he doesn’t belong to anyone, unless he says otherwise which is highly improbable…and even if he’s a grown-up and completely free to do as he wishes…I really doubt that would include giving himself to you…and…I cannot let you have him so easily…I cannot just hand you in such a dangerous brain…”

Zim smiled, waving a hand dismissively at Dib…

“Beautiful speech human…but it’s not his brain I want…not ONLY his brain at least…”

“C’mon!! What else could you want!?”

“You’re so naïf human…anyway…enjoy your death, I’ll be watching it from afar…”

“Hey! No!! Come back here!!”

Dib tried to move, to loosen up his restraints, but by then he didn’t feel anything up to his knees, there didn’t seem to be anything he could do at the moment, and he didn’t like the helplessness…it made him feel pathetic…

“Zim you bastard!!”

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At about 5 am, a nurse began running frantically through the halls pulling a bed with her, there was an unconscious Dib lying on it, and he didn’t seem to be breathing, the heartbeat was too slow and completely irregular, the arterial pressure to low, all the organs seemed to have collapsed and if the brain remained like that for too much, there was no turning back…

A doctor instructed another nurse to call Professor Membrane…

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“Hello?”

“Professor Membrane!?”

“Yes…what is it?”

“I’m calling from the hospital…we need you to come immediately…your son is really, really bad…”

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