Theories
"Can I ask just one more question?" I asked as Zim flew his ship quickly. He didn't paid attention to the road.
He sighed.
"One," he agreed.
"Well, you knew I hadn't gone to the bookstore, and that I went south. I was wondering how you knew that."
He looked away.
"Answer me before I turn this car around." I grumbled.
He smiled a little.
"Fine then, I followed your scent."
My eyes went wide. Then it twitched. Oh God, please don't tell me.....I shook my head, trying to calm myself down.
"And then you didn't answer one of my first questions," I stalled.
"Which one?"
"How does it work --- the mind-reading thing? Can you read anyone's mind, anywhere? How do you do it? Are you the only one in your family that can do it?" I felt weird, but trying to act like a police questioning the criminal for what he has done.
"That's more than one," he pointed out.
"Just answer the question before I hurt you," I glared at him.
"No, it's just me. And I can't hear just anyone, anywhere. I have to be fairly close to them. The more I'm used to a person's...'voice' is, the farther away that I can hear them. But still, no, more than a few miles." He paused thoughtfully. "It's a little like being in a huge hall filled with people, everyone talking at once. I got to focus on one voice, and then what they're thinking is clear
"Most of the time I tune it all out --- which can be very distracting for Zim. And then it's easier to seem normal" --- he frowned as he said that word --- "when I'm not accidently answering someone's thoughts rather than their words."
"Why do you think you can't hear me?" I asked curiously.
He looked at me, smirking.
"You have a very dark mind. A mind so dark and scary, that Zim is too afraid to enter in, even such a brave soldier such as I." He grinned at me.
"I like the thought of that." I smirked. He laughed. "Don't worry, it's just a theory...oh yeah, back to you."
I sighed. How to begin?
"It starts out with the beach on Friday." He looked puzzled.
"I ran into my brother, Dib," I continued. "He and Dad came here for science and paranormal as I said."
He still looked confused.
"He said someone's great-grandfather is one of the Quileute elders." I looked. He was still as a statue. "We went for a walk and he was telling me some old legends about a scary story that I like. He told me one..." I paused.
"Go one," he said.
"About alien vampires." I whispered. He made a fist again.
"And you thought of me?" He said calmly.
"Maybe...but he did mentioned your family."
He was quiet, staring at the road.
"He said he wanted to prove the world about this, I doubt it."
"Good thing."
"But I'm not a moron. I heard lots about this from my brother even if he did left long ago."
"Do you believe him though?"
"Don't know, don't care."
"You don't care if I'm a monster? If I'm not a human?"
