Abridge [IZ fic]
Was he a chosen Earthling? He doubted it. He was just intelligent and observant while others-everyone else-were not.
Dib is a quandary interested with the paranormal, with what no one save him can-will see and understand. He is fascinated with: ghosts, werewolves, vampires, Bigfoot, yetis, and other such things; like aliens. One alien in particular.
Zim, an Irken Invader. Zim, a confusing, insane, little green alien. Zim, a misfit of his kind. Zim, menace to Dib. Zim wants to rule the planet. The only one who stands in his way is Dib.
Dib is cornered and he is confused. He doesn’t know what is going on, where he is, or why he is there. He is scared and in pain and he wants out of there.
Soon Dib remembers his nemesis; Zim. Where was that alien? Searching with heavy eyes…Found him. What’s he holding?
Zim has a crazed look to his crimson eyes. He knows what’s going on. He has the upper hand. He’s sadistically enjoying the fear and pain and uncertainty in his enemy’s own eyes.
Dib is cowering, his limbs are too heavy to move, and Zim is laughing maniacally, triumphantly. Dib knows the end is near, Zim knows the human can go nowhere. Dib hates the Irken with every fiber of his being; Zim despises the Human so much.
Dib turns his head weakly to the side and spots something. Zim is paying him no attention, letting his mind wander with the possibilities that lay in store with his nemesis’ end. A glint of metal catches Dib’s eye and he slowly, tentatively reaches over for it. It’s a foreign, Irken gun. He grins and picks up the gun, pointing it at Zim.
Zim breaks back to reality at the sight of the gun and points his own, a model 20019 Laser Gun, at the human’s head. Both pull their respective triggers and then…
Nothing.
Dib is a quandary interested with the paranormal, with what no one save him can-will see and understand. He is fascinated with: ghosts, werewolves, vampires, Bigfoot, yetis, and other such things; like aliens. One alien in particular.
Zim, an Irken Invader. Zim, a confusing, insane, little green alien. Zim, a misfit of his kind. Zim, menace to Dib. Zim wants to rule the planet. The only one who stands in his way is Dib.
Dib is cornered and he is confused. He doesn’t know what is going on, where he is, or why he is there. He is scared and in pain and he wants out of there.
Soon Dib remembers his nemesis; Zim. Where was that alien? Searching with heavy eyes…Found him. What’s he holding?
Zim has a crazed look to his crimson eyes. He knows what’s going on. He has the upper hand. He’s sadistically enjoying the fear and pain and uncertainty in his enemy’s own eyes.
Dib is cowering, his limbs are too heavy to move, and Zim is laughing maniacally, triumphantly. Dib knows the end is near, Zim knows the human can go nowhere. Dib hates the Irken with every fiber of his being; Zim despises the Human so much.
Dib turns his head weakly to the side and spots something. Zim is paying him no attention, letting his mind wander with the possibilities that lay in store with his nemesis’ end. A glint of metal catches Dib’s eye and he slowly, tentatively reaches over for it. It’s a foreign, Irken gun. He grins and picks up the gun, pointing it at Zim.
Zim breaks back to reality at the sight of the gun and points his own, a model 20019 Laser Gun, at the human’s head. Both pull their respective triggers and then…
Nothing.