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Saviouress
By : Florville
Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Crossover
Views: 2616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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
- 1
SAVIOURESS
Chapter One
It was a cold Tuesday night, millions of stars showing through the crystal clear winter sky, a few shooting stars trailing across the dark expanse. From the roof of his home, a young man in his early twenties with scythe-shaped locks of raven-black hair and haunted eyes looked up at the sky and sighed heavily, pulling his coveted black trenchcoat tighter around his body. He’d never find anything out there. He may as well give up and go back inside.
Shaking his head, he slid nimbly down the eaves and hopped in his window, his lean build lending him a strange sort of grace. Standing in his bedroom, he looked around, staring at the desk where some of his latest work lay spread out on the surface, untouched since earlier that evening. Plopping himself down in the desk chair, he picked a pencil up and began to work again.
After a few minutes of this, he uttered a frustrated snarl and tore the paper into a million pieces in his frustration.
“I CAN’T TAKE THIS SHIT!!! WHY IS IT ALWAYS LIKE THIS?!” Screaming, he kicked the desk and tore all the papers apart, panting harshly as he stood amid the maelstrom.
Reaching into the desk drawer, he pulled out something dark and heavy, running a shaky hand over the barrel of the gun he’d started keeping close at hand ever since the last time he’d gotten the shit kicked out of him. He scowled at the memory, cocking the gun and putting the barrel to his head.
He’d never believed in the things that other people believed in…the ignorant masses…would they ever know him or remember him? He was almost positive that they wouldn’t. There was only one who might…and he hadn’t seen his face in months. Everyone else…they never noticed him anyway. He was nothing to them, unless they were mocking him the way they always did, or beating the shit out of him.
Swallowing hard, he put a trembling finger on the trigger.
“What’s wrong this time?” Snapped a female voice from behind him.
“Fuck off.” He snarled. “It’s for real this time. I can’t take this any more.”
“That’s what you said last time,” she muttered.
“I got distracted,” he growled, ignoring the odd whistling sound coming from somewhere above him. “But nothing’s going to stop me this t—”
The dark-haired youth was cut off abruptly when something crashed through the ceiling, sending him flying into the desk, the gun firing when it hit the floor, shattering his desk lamp and plunging the entire room into darkness.
Sitting up, he put a hand to the side of his head and cursed when it came away wet. Fumbling around, he grabbed an old blanket and started to smother the papers that had caught fire in the blast, then grabbed a flashlight from under his bed and approached what had fallen through his ceiling.
It was a spacecraft.
Blinking, he pushed some of the wreckage aside, jumping back when he heard a soft groan. Peeking over the edge again, he cocked his head when he saw the figure lying there in the epicenter of the rubble.
Agonized purple eyes slitted open to gaze at him, and a female voice met his ears as the alien spoke. “Don’t kill me…please…”
“Only if you don’t try to kill me.”
She uttered a pained laugh. “I think I can agree to that…” she coughed, dark blue blood trailing from one side of her mouth as she lay among the shrapnel, still hot from the re-entry into Earth’s atmosphere. “Can you…help me up? My legs are broken.”
He nodded, setting the flashlight down so that it shone into the wreckage, climbing over the jagged scraps of what had once been her ship and gently lifting the alien into his arms.
She hissed softly, shuddering as agony flowed through her smaller frame. “Thank you…” she looked up at him, quirking one of her curled antennae as she gazed at him expectantly.
He gazed down into the beautiful violet orbs, taking a deep breath and saying softly, “Nny. My name is Nny.”
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Well, that’s it for now! Hope you guys liked. This pairing has been nagging at me for a LONG time. Months. And it just wouldn’t wait any longer. Three in the morning, it’s a time for interesting things. The midnight of the soul. Interesting indeed, ne? *grins*- 1
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