Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Twenty-Four - Losing Control

The Galaxianite shivered as she sensed something go horribly wrong in the simulation. "That's not right..." she murmured as she innocently walked down the road into her makeshift house. Zim was completely still, his chest not rising nor falling, his antennae never shifting just the slightest bit. "That's...not supposed to happen." She knelt down beside him and laid her ear, in the form of a thick black line, on his stomach region. There was no pulse from his single organ. Great, Semetia thought sarcastically. And he was going to lead all the Fatherbot 12 survivors in my revolution. She picked him up and threw his limp body onto the couch, tucking him into a cover so tax collectors that come in wouldn't be suspicious.

"Tak, Gir, Silverfox, Sam! Report to the base," she commanded. A few minutes later, three bodies stood in the room. Three. "TAAAAAK!!" she screamed in rage. How did she get out of her spell?! Everyone she absolutely needed was falling away from her! Oh, well, she thought. At least I have the filth and the robot...or should I say the Filths. "What did you call for, Master Sam?" Silverfox asked, saluting to her. "You're gathered here because I know what one of you did," she said, "So...who messed up the simulation?" The line of the aliens (and a robot) shuffled warily, glancing at each other. Since they were still under her spell, they knew what happens when the simulation is interrupted. They knew what had happened. "NYAH!!!" a mechanical voice yelled, a blue and white light shining in the shadowy corner. Gir's head jerked and his eyes turned blue. "MOOOOOSEY!!" he screamed. "EEY HEEHEHHEHEHE!!" The SIR Unit ran to the light and hugged it, his shadow visible.

"Silverfox, investigate," Semetia ordered, walking upstairs to her lab. The Tyrant walked to it and threw Gir off of the source. A high-pitched beeping sound rang in his long, pointed ears. "What the--?" A flash of lightning struck him in the stomach before he could finish what he was going to say. "Silverfox!" Sam shouted over the sound of his harsh yelp. She ran over there in her Galaxianite form and kicked the light all the way to the ceiling and back down on the floor. "Nyah!" a shining moose said angrily. Lightning came out of its mouth, but Sam ducked out of the way and it hit Silverfox again. The creature whimpered and fell on the floor, static coursing through his fur.

"You shocked him?!" she asked furiously. Something inside of her snapped, and she fell to her knees, changing to a human form. Silverfox glanced up weakly and saw her changing. Her passion for life probably broke her loose from the spell... sending warning to Semetia... he thought, concentrating on the moment just enough to where his master got a message. "LET'S MAKE MORE BISCUITS, MOOSE!!" Gir yelled, getting up abruptly. "Nyah-nyah!" Mini-moose said back, changing into his cute, round shape again. Sam lifted her head and saw the two smiling and laughing with each other. She smiled. It reminded her of her odd friend in Britain. "You dare...?!" a voice called from the stairs. "Semetia, I'm done being your servant!" Sam replied boldly. The Galaxianite looked back with wide, hateful eyes, glittering with rage. "You'll regret that, filth!" Semetia yelled as Gir began to drip with red, slimy liquid. "Bloody Gir, new mission! Attack the human!"

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"You ready?" Tak heard Gris say in her head. "I have to admit, this telepathic communication device is pretty amazing..." she replied. "Let's get on with it," said Macabre while he clipped on his cloak. His purple eyes, just like Tak's, gleamed from the shadows of his hood. "Here we go."

The elite and the janitor scaled the pipes of Semetia's hideout and snuck into an opening in the roof. It was dark outside, so dark that you might as well close your eyes and stick a blindfold over them. "...and you'll be guarding the east side of the castle. Then, the other team should be ready," a dark voice said. Candle light flickered in the center of the room, and small, static noises were heard not too far from where they stood. "Enforce. Find...him...and take him captive. Who knows what she did to the poor little Irken while we were away," Gris commanded in their heads. "Poor?!" Macabre exclaimed as he snuck around the side, followed by Tak. "How could someone who is so poor destroy half of Irk? We need this guy more than we need Ta--arget practice!" Tak narrowed her eyes at him, but then she saw something green on the couch and she widened them. "There he is!" she exclaimed happily. "Good work, soldier Ilis. Er...soldier Tak," Gris commended.

The janitor lightly tapped his shoulder, but he didn't budge. It didn't seem as if he was breathing. "Zim...?" Tak asked very quietly. Only Irkens, if they wer nearby, would be able to hear her. Still no answer. "Alright, he's either unconscious, or in a deep sleep," Tak said, avoiding the possibility he was dead. Macabre and Tak lifted him up silently and snuck out of the house. They didn't see the white teeth reflecting the candlelight, showing a large smirk. They didn't see the yellow feline eyes silently watching them, either. If they did revive him, he'd be in a traumatic state of shock. He'd be useless. "Let them go. He's not coming back."

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"He has no pulse! Odi, get my revival unit!" Gris said. The Irken work of art moved clumsily to the equipment and handed it to the pilot quickly. "Please, Zim, please... you have to hang on... do it for me!" Tak prayed, kneeling by the small table he was set on. Macabre stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall. He picked at his teeth indifferently. "Do you not care?!" the Irken janitor spat angrily at him. "Hey, don't get me wrong, I hate it when people are mourning. I really do," the elite replied calmly. "But... he's been gone for a while now, and... well... I don't think he's gonna m--" "DON'T YOU SAY IT!" Tak interrupted. "He will survive. He knows he has a place here. He's too arrogant to quit." Macabre only shrugged his shoulders and walked to his dorm room quietly. The purple-eyed Irken sighed.

What was she going to do with Zim gone? She'll have no one to hate, but no one to love. She'll have no one to talk to, but no one to fight with. Was it for the better? Where was her life's story leading? "Clear!" Gris yelled, pressing the tools onto Zim's head and stomach. Nothing.

More and more attempts were done, until Tak couldn't take it anymore. She'd watched an Earth movie--Sleeping Beauty, was it?--where the prince woke up the princess with a kiss. Maybe it was reversed now. She suddenly jumped up from her seat, strode to Zim, and as she bent down to kiss her prince...

Zim splattered blood all over her mouth, unconscious, but alive. "AH, YOU HORRIBLE--!" she started, but she stopped, then started to laugh hysterically. "He's alive! He's alive!" Zim's eyes opened slightly. "Tak...?" he murmured. "Yes, Zim, it's me... it's me!" "Lemme say something right now..." he started. He took a raspy breath and his eyes closed. "Zim...?" His chest stopped rattling. His alien heart stopped again. "ZIIIIM!!" As Tak cried, a horrible ache of sadness washed over the house. There was stunned silence, the only sound was whimpering.

"Wait..." Gris said, squinting at the tools. "These were... sabotaged! They're not all plugged and the wires are broken!" The Irken looked up at her, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "What do you mean?" "The tools! Someone broke them down!" "Maybe it was an accident." "Does this," the pilot replied, holding up the carefully cut wires, "look like an accident to you?!" Then she realized it. Somebody there wasn't who they said they were. Someone there destroyed the tools and killed Zim for good. "There's a murder here, and we're going to find out who."

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