Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Two - A Paranormal Crush

"Now, children, I will demonstrate how Hitler destroyed all the Jews. Would anyone like to be a volunteer?" Mrs. Bitters hissed, her eyes in her usual squinting state. Dib drew out the noises of whispers, of Mrs. Bitters, and everything else--what mattered now was Sam. He couldn't get her off his mind, as if Zim installed a microchip in his brain, forcing him to think of her nice, plain shirt and shorts, her name, her hair...

Dib couldn't help over but to look behind him to see if Sam was there despite the fact that he knew she was in Mr. Ray's class with Gaz. "Dib! Since you aren't paying attention, you will be the volunteer!" Mrs. Bitters announced evilly, setting up the oil chamber. "What...? No! Is that even legal?! Hitler was insane!!" Dib protested frantically, waving his arms in the air. "Just like you are," Torque insulted, taking a large bite of his Muscle Bread and getting overly buff biceps.

Mrs. Bitters growled and half flew, half slithered over to Dib, picking him up by the spike on his hair. "You will be the volunteer," the teacher nagged through gritted teeth, adding, "filthy human," under her breath. "...or you'll be in this same class for the rest of your miserable life!" As Dib heard her speak, he realized this wasn't Mrs. Bitters' level of weird, it was Zim's!

He glanced over at Zim, who was smirking evilly at his desk. He looked like a was carrying an invisible object. "Now, class, time for our demonstration," Zim mouthed the words clearly, but Mrs. Bitters said them. "Zim! I don't know how you did this, but you won't get away with it! I'll expose you for the alien you are!" Dib shouted, trying to tweak Mrs. Bitters' hand off his hair, but it didn't budge. "I don't think so, Dib. Every pig-smelly here is waiting for you to burn like a roasted pig," Zim sneered, Mrs. Bitters mouthing the words now. "I would like to hear a Dib-worm beg, however. Come on, Dib, just a little cry?"

Dib refused, partially because the class was laughing already and partially because Dib was too arrogant to even pretend to show Zim he was afraid. He did the only thing he could do: fight Mrs. Bitters. Zim's red eyes, concealed by normal contacts, watched Dib carefully, his face steady. Just one more punch and I'll give the filthy human what he deserves! he thought. Having to be saved by a female, and even worse, a human female, was a burden. Having one less enemy, however, would relieve him.

Or so he thought.

The human boy's fist jammed into Mrs. Bitters' stomach, something cracking near his elbow. He ignored it, staring at Zim who was now watching with cold, intense eyes. "Prepare for doom," the alien muttered, a wide smile stretching across his green face. "Prepare for doom..." Zim jerked his hand downward, then upward, then downward again. He did it rapidly, but the human holding Dib would not move a millimeter. "Grrrrr-RRRRRRR!" Zim groaned through clamped teeth. As soon as the human started obeying his previous commands, the bell rang and Zim, Dib, and Mrs. Bitters were trampled by thousands of kids. "THE MADNESS; THE MADNEEEEESSSSS!" Zim squeaked, being tossed into the air multiple times. Then, something soft caught on to Zim's leather glove.

"Gotcha," Sam remarked, climbing a pipe on the ceiling to the window. "Now go, Zim. Go before Dib or anything else gets you. Go!" she yelled. Zim did not like how caring she was for him--it seemed too caring. Motherly love, Zim thought, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that Sam was watching him, taking care of him. No... Definitely more than motherly love. This is human affection. And I despise it.