Chapter 9

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Zim had watched in horror as the new person had entered the room, they where someone that Zim had known very well. They where someone that Zim could only describe as elegant. The person was a beautiful woman with golden hair and fair skin, her body was one that any earthly  female would be jealous of, someone who was just born beautiful, someone who seemed to  show off thier beauty without even trying. her eyes, vividly green as emeralds, had a brightness that could only be compared to her son's, and Zim hated it. He knew she was beautiful, Zim knew why The Dib loved her, it was because nobody couldn't, she was a goddess, a person who's gentle personality far outshined thier looks and Zim hated it.
"No no no no NO!" Zim cursed "Stay Away from Zim!" He shrieked slamming his back against the wall as he tried desperately to get away from her. Staliz put his arms up startled by Zim's sudden outburst "Woa, Zim hey, calm down, your alright, what's wrong?"
Completely ignoreing Staliz Zim's eyes stayed focused on Lizzy "What Do you want with Zim!" He demanded, by this point Zim had backed himself into the farthest  corner of the bed and Lizzy, having no idea who Zim even was, stood still trying to process what was going on.
Zim's anger had dissipated and turned into fear, then a childlike hopelessness, as he curled up in the corner feeling completely trapped in this awful situation "Don't come any closer... Zim is sorry, just please Don't hurt Zim." Zim's words faded off as he hid his head hugging his knees up to his chest "Please don't take Zim away"

Staliz felt a light hand rest on his shoulder "Hey I'll take care of this, could you leave us?" Staliz stood up and looked at Lizzy who gave him a genuine smile, her hand still resting on his shoulder "you sure?" He asked worried for Zim. She gave him a nod, feeling confident in her ability to help. Staliz nodded and walked out turning back to Lizzy "Just call if you need anything" he said before shutting the door behind him.
Zim tried backing further into the corner, finding himself far more terrified with the idea of being trapped alone with the Dib's mate then he was when the other officer was here. "Hey there" She said giving Zim a genuine smile "It's just me and you now there's nothing to be afraid of."
Zim glared silently at her from within his corner, not finding her comment any kind of reassuring. Keeping his legs pulled up tightly against his chest, Zim pressed his shoulder into the wall.
"I don't think we've met before" She offered her voice still honey sweet "My name is Lizzy Membrane, what's yours?" Zim snarled as he heard her so freely say that, her name a clear indication of her tie to Dib. Lizzy stood still, holding a clip board in her hands as she watched him curled up in the corner. "We're not going to get to know each other if you keep hiding like that, can I sit down?"
Zim didn't bother glancing back her way, he didn't need to get to know her, he already knew who she was. "You can sit down if you want, Zim doesn't care" he responded his voice flat and bored. With a thankfull nod Lizzy sat down on the opposite edge of the bed, "Zim, is that your name?" Zim looked at her with a sideways glance "Great" he thought "Now she nows my name."
Lizzy tilted her head causing her hair to fall over one of her shoulders "You're not much of a talker huh? Is there something that you'd rather do instead?" Zim didn't bother to try and intertain her with an answer, all he wanted was for her to stop talking and leave him alone.
"No?" She asked "Well how about some food? When was the last time you ate something?" As much as Zim was not ready to give in, his Sqeedily Splooch thought otherwise and grumbled with the thought of food, both reminding Zim that he hadn't eaten since last night, and earning a cheefull and slightly amused smile from Lizzy "Do you want me to see if I can find you something to eat?"
"Fine" Zim agreed. Zim growled to himself as She walked out the door, "Stupid Sqeedily Splooch" he thought to himself considering it had betrayed him, but at the same time he was rather glad that it had made the Dib's mate leave.

A couple minutes later the door clicked open again Lizzy having returned, she sat back down on the bed and held out a juice box "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Here I broght you some pretzels and juice" Zim looked at the food suspiciously, you're never supposed to take food from the enemy. Lizzy smiled and gave him a reassuring smile "Don't worry I won't bite, and the food is safe I'm sure. I haven't poisoned it or anything." Zim didn't find her babbling that convincing, but considering how humans where in general, he reached out a gloved hand and grabbed the juice box, it was orange afterall, his favorite.
Zim sat and sipped on the juice relaxing slightly with its sweetness. Lizzy was watching him silently her gaze having drifted curriously to his three clawed gloves, idlely fidgeting along the sides of the juice box as his focus seemingly drifted.
Zim glanced back at Lizzy growing uncomfortable under her gaze "Why are you looking at Zim funny!" he more demanded than asked. "Oh, sorry. I was just looking at your gloves, they only have three.." her voice seemed to catch as she looked up at Zim's small figure. She seemed to notice him all at once, his small figure, his messy hair, the pale green skin, his sore eyes with violet pupils. She also put together his behavior, the way he was backed into the corner, the way he easily startled, how he seemed to  mistrust everything, and how he seemed to find everything much more drastic that it was. Lizzy was startled out of her thoughts as Zim shaped at her. "Stop Staring At Zim!" He shrieked his composure seeming to have shrinked and pulled back away from her, the calmness he just had now dissipated. "And there's nothing wrong with Zims gloves" he said with a soft growl "They where made to fit Zim perfectly." He replied before taking another sip of juice, leaving the air in the room tense and rigged with silence. Zim now completely and utterly unwilling to speak any further. Lizzy buzzing with new questions and no way to get any awncers.







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