Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Nine - Removed

Sam covered her mouth as she fell to her knees, sobbing in her hands. Then, a sword sliced through the platform she was on and Sam scrambled off as it crashed down a long, long tube. There was a humanoid fox thing carrying Zim in his arms. "Carry him to safety. I reckon this house is going to blow in about ten seconds," the creature advised, handing her Zim. He was light in her arms--it wasn't normal.

She stood there a second longer, staring down at Zim's limp body. He looked peaceful. Silent. It was unsettling but calming at the same time. "What, do you want to get blown up? I said MOVE!" the fox thing ordered, pointing his swords to the door. "Tick-tock! Eight seconds." Sam grabbed Gir and Mini-moose as she sprinted out the door and into the road. Three. Two. One.

Sam covered Zim's head as the explosion happened. The sky was bright orange with fire though it was night, dust escaping from the ground. Both houses that had Zim's wires from his house in them were in flames. "WHY MY PIGGY?!?! I LOVEDED YOU, I LOOVEDED YOUUUU!!!!" Gir screamed on his knees, crying and pounding the ground. A scorched piggy landed beside him and he stopped.

"Ugh...what hap--MY LAIR!! MY BASE!! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Zim yelled, suddenly wide awake. He kicked Sam off of him with such force she almost fell back into a small fire. "What did you do?!" he yelled in a very accusing voice. "I was just asking the same thing, Zim. Tell me, what did you do?" she retorted.

"I didn't do anything, foolish human! I was, ah... baking biscuits with Gir!"

"So Gir's a robot? And you have a moose suit?" Sam asked smugly. That caught him off guard. "Gir, I told you to put your costume on!" Zim nagged at the robot who was now searching for Mini-moose. "Oooooh. I thought you said put your go upstairs!"

"Aaaand," she added, "You have a sidekick! Seriously, are you some kind of super hero or something? I mean, that fox person..." Zim looked up at her in silent fury. "I am no super hero. I. Am. Zim!" he replied, exasperated. "And I have nothing to do with whatever you said. You're side tracking Zim!"

"I am not! Ugh, why did I even like you?!" Sam yelled back. She realized what words she said and her expression softened. "I'm sorry, I don't mean it. It's just...you have so many secrets, Zim. Why?" The Irken's eyes stayed narrowed, his fists still clenched. He was still angry, but deep down he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted another Irken. He needed, however, to stay hidden. That was in his invader sign up form.

"I should go. I'll be back. Just, uh, call the fire department or 911. Okay?" Sam asked. She wanted to be alone. Maybe Dib could explain the paranormal thing that handed Zim to her. He would say it was a chupacabra, she thought. She knew he would.

"Zim can do this himself!" the alien spat, defiantly grabbing a fan. "Now go, run away with your pitiful little self!" Sam chuckled and said, "You aren't going to put out a huge fire with a fan, Zim." He waved his hand as if he were shooing her away. She turned on her heel with a sour look on her face and left.

"Okay, Gir, the plan worked! ...Sort of," Zim announced, wiping off some yellow blood that was dropping down his forehead. "Victory for Zim!" He pressed a button on the fan and the fires disappeared. "Nyah," Mini-moose said from behind a shrub. "Well, true, that fox thing wasn't part of the plan..." he agreed. "Oh well. We got rid of the Sam-larva."

The three marched into the house and got a celebratory biscuit. "I'm not going to eat that!" Zim remarked, clearly disgusted. Gir started screaming and crying, throwing a huge fit. "Fine, I shall try one!" "Yay!" the malfunctioning SIR unit replied, shoving one in his master's mouth.

They all celebrated with biscuits (and sickness for Zim) until they all got tired and went to bed. Tonight was the night of victory.

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