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Gaz and Keef began to chat, mainly about the depths of themselves, Gaz began, "What do you know about demons anyhow?"
Keef looked away from the television and at her, "Everything!"
She smirked, "Oh, really? Then where's the closest demon?"
Keef chuckled, "Well other than me, YOU are the closest demon!"
Gaz giggled, this was beginning to make her excited, "So a half blood like me?"
"Yeah, but my mom says not to talk about it much." Keef explained, smile never fading.
Gaz nodded, then realized, Keef wasn't that bad, maybe, just maybe the two could be. . . Friends?
Zim's eyes widened at the tears in Dib's eyes, at the embrace that had been forced up on him. Was this actually happening?
Zim pinched his side, and grimaced, yes Dib was hugging him, crying like a new born smeet. . . However Zim didn't mind.
Dib cried, "Why didn't you tell me? What would've happened if I would've hurt you? I could've killed it! Dear God Zim. . ."
Zim could smell the alc
Dib banged on the door, "Zim I know your in there! I know your secret!" The computer had locked the door to keep him out.
These bangs woke Zim from his peaceful sleep, making him jump. His face immediately went pale, as he shakily stood. . . Did Dib actually know? Or was he talking about something else? Please let it be something else, Zim begged the air.
Soon Zim unlocked the door and slowly stepped out, ready for punishment, but what happened shocked both him and the mini moose floating in the corner.
Gaz and Keef sat on the couch in Gaz's living room in her apartment. She had gotten into college early, and her father had bought her, her own home so she could be close to skool.
Gaz turned on the television, and they both watched in silence.
If only the world knew that the two most evil beings were in the same room, at least then it might stand a bit of a chance.
Tak tinkered with her ship, just like she always did, trying to fix it so she could retu
Dib finally wondered home. It was in the middle of the night now, and he had taken a big detour home. He was completely wasted, and hardly made his way to the couch, before stumbling, and landing right on it.
Dib called out for Zim to get him another drink. When Zim didn't respond, Dib growled and got up unsteadily walking into the kitchen to yell at him, but he wasn't there. Dib growled louder, throwing the empty bottle he had in his grip, it shattering on contact with the wall.
His attempts did not reach Zim, who was still asleep in his nest, not hearing a single noise, and the computer was not going to wake him up to deal with the problem, even that sarcastic device didn't hate Zim enough to put his child in jeopardy.
Dib was in a drunken fit, usually by now Zim would give him a sensitive to help him sleep, but Zim wasn't here and in this state he didn't know how to really sleep himself.
He was breaking everything that either was breakable or that he c
Gaz sat in the park, by her house, and on a bench. Today she was reading her favorite book on mechanics, which she had gotten into after her video gaming days had ended. She had learned to love reading, and now always had her face in a book.
She was so deep in this one, she didn't even notice the curious Red eyes that were watching her from high up in a tree.
Soon the boy, who had rainbows as sleeves, and dark red hair, that stuck out in curls on his head, approached the violet haired girl, smiling like he usually did. Eventually he reached her, and stared admiringly at her, as she read. Then Gaz took notice, and slammed close her book, and glared up at the overly joyful boy. He simply smiled back. . .
"What in the Hell, do you want?" She almost growled.
The boy giggled, "I like your hair!" He said in his squeaky voice.
Gaz turned away from him, and waved dismissively, telling him to back away. The boy stood his ground, not at all scared, "What's your nam
The next morning, Zim was in the kitchen, cooking a meal for Dib and GIR to indulge in, hoping to brighten up Dib's attitude, since the boy was stuck in their room all day.
GIR ran in, tearing off his disguise and yelling, "I'm naked!" In his usual tone.
Zim chuckled lightly, "GIR please get me some flour." He had started babying the robot after he had gotten back, he had missed the little metal maniac most of all in his absence, and couldn't help but baby him.
GIR saluted, being able to serve better to nicer and easier commands, he hurriedly got the flour out, and set it on the table, so Zim could use it.
Zim thanked him, then asked him to start on the waffles, carefully telling him not to use strange ingredients, such as soap or for that matter bacon.
GIR began to make the waffles, while Zim finished up the eggs, and toast. He didn't know what Dib liked, but he didn't want to disappoint his new Tallest, no, that would be the last thing he'd ever want to
Dib's plan was simple, to him at the very lest. . . He planned on making Zim dependent on him, so he would eventually take place as his Tallest. He knew Zim had been thrown away by his actual Tallest, and now he needed a leader, and that's just what Dib intended to be.
Dib knew his plan was brilliant, and completely full proof. He knew once he had Zim, the possibilities were endless, from simply having a slave, to having everything he could ever want. All he would have to do is tell Zim to do it, and he would.
Dib had tested this, once Zim was trusted enough to be off the chains, and mobile. He had let him off since he knew he wouldn't just run off, and because he had gained weight that Dib knew he could stand to lose. Sure enough Zim didn't run away, but he didn't lose that extra weight either, but that didn't bother either of them at the time.
Now Zim was constantly running errands for Dib, mindset made for serving, and now he finally had someone to ser
Zim's eyes opened his eyes, head splitting, stomach numb, but otherwise alive. . .
Dib noticed him wake up, and sat on the bed next to him, legs crossed. He seemed overly comfortable with the situation, he was even wearing only boxers and his usual shirt. This unsettled the dazed Zim, making him wonder what kind of monster was Dib, why was he so smug with what he was doing?
Dib got on top of Zim, smiling down at him, "You're a failure, you're nothing. . . No one loves you. . ."
This stuck a cord in Zim, making tears return to his eyes, "That's not true!"
Dib chuckled, "You're worthless, and defective."
Zim whimpered, starting to believe him, since he was already weakened from the night before, his mind still numb, and body aching, but shockingly feeling strangely good. However Dib's words cut deep into his skin, like the knife had the day before, had attacked him like that paralyzer did on that fateful day Dib had captured him.
Zim closed his eyes, not ex
Zim had laid in that bed for what seemed centuries, just counting the cracks on the ceiling. He had gotten to about a hundred and twenty before Dib had returned with a bag that seemed completely full of equipment.
Zim all of a sudden felt uncomfortable, his antenna twitching wildly, as his nerves began to grow frantic. This was the last thing he wanted, to be tested on like a rat, like the kid Nick he had in his lab.
Dib pulled out a syringe, and crossed the room to Zim, "This has always made me curious. . ." He said to himself as he jabbed it into his own arm, drawing his own crimson blood into the container. Zim watched him, horrified and curious, not knowing how to react, not knowing what to expect.
Dib smiled wickedly, and took it from his arm to Zim's abdomen. Zim whimpered, and Dib jabbed it into Zim's stomach, causing the jade skinned boy to yelp in pain, as the needle when deep and even into his spooch.
Soon Dib pulled it out after emptying the wh
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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