Dib and Gaz | By : gothickun Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 15132 -:- 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. |
(EnPassant: It is time for a disclaimer. Disclaimer: All characters from Invader Zim are property of the renowned Jhonen Vasquez, greatest among artists. He owns Invader Zim along with Johnny The Homicidal Maniac and Squee, HE‘S A GOD, I TELL YOU!! A GOD!!)
Dib and Gaz
Skool sucked, thought Gaz as she was sitting in front of the principal office because of yet another disruptive action on her Gameslave’s behalf. The teacher sent her walking to the principal’s carrying a big cinderblock of a hall pass and she plain out left it in the middle of the hallway. Meanwhile, back at the hallway:
“I sure do hope I get this form in on time, I can‘t miss the skool‘s field trip.” Said an unsuspecting little fourth grader, running the halls of skool as he suddenly came upon the accursed hall way when all of a sudden:
TRIP
The little kid’s screams could be heard throughout skool and it irritated the already irritated Gaz.
“What a whiner.” She scoffed as she took her stare off of the skool’s clock and looked at the door. The plain door was not at all pleasing to look at, especially because of the gratuitous graffiti of racist signs and sexual innuendo on behalf of all of the fifth graders who paid a weekly visit to the skool’s principal because of their grotesque behavior.
“Gaz!” Exclaimed the principal’s secretary. “The principal will see you now.”
Gaz got up from her chair, muttering half curses and demented put downs, and walked to the principal’s door. She took a last second to look at the secretary and squinted her eyes.
“YOU STOLE MY BATTERIES!!” she screamed at her and twitched her left eye before opening the door and stepping in to the office. Gaz chuckled a little hearing silence behind her and a few sobs emitting from the secretary.
“Ms. Membrane, I really wish you would stop that.” Said the principal in a stern manner. He pulled up her file and began to read from the first page, Getting a bit frustrated, he flipped to the most recent anti-skool activity she had done in a while. Then back to the first page, flipping back to the last page, he threw the file against the window (forgetting it was closed to begin with) and her permanent record scattered in the room.
“Just tell my dad what happened today, no need to bring me in here for this nonsense.” She calmly noted. She knew the routine like the palm of her hand and was way irritated to deal with the principal’s crap.
“...” He looked at her and twitched his eye. “YOU THINK IT‘S THAT EASY!! YOU THINK IT IS A MATTER OF PICKING UP A PHONE AND DIALING A FEW NUMBERS!!” And now the vein in his forehead throbbed and twitched, as he held the phone up to Gaz’s face.
“Yes.” was all she said as she got up from her chair and walked back to the door and exited the principal’s office. And it was after she left that he began to dial Prof. Membrane’s number and began to have a conversation with the respectable Professor.
~*~*~
Dib was sitting in front of the TV and began to pop open his sunflower seeds, watching his favorite show: Mysterious Mysteries. He had his book bag settled nicely on the floor, right next to the coffee table that was in front of Dib, on the opposite side of Dib, right in front of the TV. Gaz walked in, fists full of rage and her bag on her shoulders. The seventeen-year-old, who was wearing her usual black skull shirt, kicked the bejesus out of Dib’s bag and sent it flying towards the wall.
“Hey, watch it Gaz, I have important documents in there that need not be bent!” He reprimanded his sister who, still had her death glare fixed on the wall.
“Shut up, Dib, if you know what‘s good for you!”
~*~*~
Prof. Membrane walked in to his house with one thing on his mind; teach his child a lesson. The principal had called him during a very dangerous experiment he was conducting, mixing two very volatile chemicals, which when combined very, very carefully could be used to clean oil spills from terrorized beaches (his most important work since), when the call made him spill the acid all over his coat and burn a hole right through his new coat and floor. He took care of taking off the coat and cleansed the wound on his arm with very cold water, turning on the speaker on his phone and began to talk to the principal. He only heard Gaz’s name and was getting mad because the principal only called him if Dib had visited Skool and made a brilliant discovery, or if Gaz had gotten in trouble again.
“Hey, dad.” Dib greeted his father and went right back to work on his research paper. “Guess you canceled today‘s show.”
“Where‘s Gaz?” He questioned his first born, not taking his stare off of the bedroom hallway. He saw the light on Gaz’s room and immediately walked on that direction.
“Her room, she hasn‘t left her room since she got home from skool”
~*~*~
Gaz sat on the edge of her bed, skipping songs from her cd player and as if there was nothing to listen to anymore. And while she did that, she took her Gameslave9 out of her bag and began to rummage through her dresser for batteries. She had only been home for an hour and she had already taken a bath, her skin was pale, milky sort of, with a hint of rouge on her heated skin, as if red rose petals garnished a bath of milk. All she had on was her big black shirt over her body, hiding her black panties underneath. She grumbled through her search and found two fresh batteries, enough to get her Gameslave9 running for seven hours straight.
“Gaz! I got a call from your principal today.” Came a voice from her doorway. She looked back at the looming shadow of her father, his eyes glowing red through his glasses. She knew that look, she had seen it before every time she did something wrong, which was very usual, and only meant she was going to get another beating. She gulped a little knowing that there was no way to get out of this, by the sound of his voice, she knew he was angry, super pissed. He walked over to her bed and picked up the Gameslave, examining it very closely squinting his eyes every now and then.
“I take it this is what you got in trouble for,” he rhetorically asked, already knowing the answer, it was the cause of all of skool-related calls to his office, “why Gaz?”
She looked at him fearfully, knowing that if she did not answer him, he would beat her, and if she answered him, she would still get a beating. She noticed the bandages on his arm, and she did not like the look of things now.
“Gaz, answer me!” He yelled at her.
“What?” She asked rather calm.
“Is this the reason I have this scar?” He showed her his bandages and began to undo them, showing the burn scars under them.
‘Ah, shit!’ She exclaimed in her mind. She wasn’t going to live for much longer, and if miracle did let her live, she would be in horrendous pain.
Prof. Membrane undid his belt and grabbed his daughter by the arm, pulling her to her bed and pushing her down.
“Answer me!”
“What do you want from me?” She asked rather scared, letting her fear show to her dad, “You‘re never here as a father to me any day, you‘re always locked in your lab, or on the air with your hit-making show. So why all of a sudden are you acting like a dad?!”
“You‘re accusing me of not taking care of your best interest?” He asked rather sternly, and with a foul look at his daughter, he took a swing at her with his belt, the leather strap landing on her shoulder and hitting her smooth, bathed skin. The pain seared through her flesh and it screamed red at her brain, sending the pain data too fast to her brain, making her scream in pain. This continued for about a half-hour.
~*~*~
Dib heard the abuse going on in his sister’s bedroom, he already knew what was going down and when it would end. He felt rather bad for her whenever this happened to her, almost weekly, and he wished there was something he could do, but frankly, she kept getting in trouble and kept irritating Prof. Membrane.
Gaz’s door opened and Prof. Membrane walked out of the room very tired from the beating he had given his daughter. He did not like Gaz getting in trouble and he knew talking to her would not work, pain was the only solution he saw fit. He walked to his own bedroom and locked the door. He hated doing that to Gaz, but he knew there was no other alternative but the force of his belt. He walked very slowly to his bed and sat down next to the nightstand. He grabbed the picture that sat on the nightstand and began to look deep into it. it was of his wife and him, both sitting down on a beach towel and smiling to the camera, with a billion souls behind them doing their everyday thing. The late Mrs. Membrane had given Gaz all of her looks, all of her features and they were very evident, about the only reason he hurt when he beat her. He took one last look at the picture before laying down on the bed and began to go into sleep, getting comfortable on the soft bed.
~*~*~
Dib walked into Gaz’s room five minutes after his dad had left the room. He knew it meant risking his life, but the sooner he did this, the better he would feel about her situation. He saw her, laying on her bed, crying her eyes out, with a huge red mark on her cheek, something that made Dib cringe and his stomach churn. She heard the floor creak and jerked her head upwards to the doorframe, her tears staining her rouge cheeks, only to look into the Dib’s silhouette. The blurred image she saw was carefully closing the door behind him.
“Dib!” She yelped. “What do you want?”
“Are you Ok, Gaz?” Dib asked sitting down beside her, she wiped her tears away and looked into Dib’s eyes.
“Shut up, Dib! Leave me alone!” She cried. He was about the only person to see her hurt and she hated it, she hated him. She hated him for everything he had stolen from her. She hated him because Prof. Membrane favored him over her, favored the scrawny paranormal loving freak over her, the semi-normal one of the family. She looked back at him with a blurred vision, but could see the concern in his eyes, and she resented him for that.
“Leave me alone, Dib!” She yelled and pushed him off her bed, making Dib land on her floor. Gaz immediately buried her face on the pillow and cried her eyes out again. She caressed the red mark on her face and rocked her body back and forth. Dib got back up and saw her crying harder then ever before.
“I hate you, Dib!” Her curse muffled by her pillow. “I hate you, I hate you I hate you I hate you!! I hate you because of all the attention father gives you, I hate you because of the big loser that you are, I hate you because I can‘t stand seeing you get away with almost everything you do and I can‘t!!” Her sobs embittered her tears and increased the flow of them, seemingly never ceasing.
“I‘m so sor--”
“Shut up, Dib!” She picked her head up from the pillow and looked at him standing in front of her. “Don‘t you dare say anything!”
He didn’t, she had interrupted him and she seemed to get her way in her room. The only thing he did was hug her tightly and caresses his cheek on her head. She did nothing to stop him and instead let him hug her.
~*~*~
(EnPassant: Well, this was sure an interesting chapter, I again do not own Invader Zim. This story will have a big lemon scene in the coming chapter, so it will be incest, I can assure you of that. This is just beginning, don‘t let the story offend you, please just read with an open mind and do not hate it. or if you have begun to hate me for writing it, then please be warned, this is just a little violent, domestic violence is not fun. If you have been a victim of domestic violence, please contact 1-800-799-7233 or 1-800-787-3224, or please visit http://www.ndvh.org
Please do not let our children suffer.)
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