Post by chaos on Nov 27, 2008 22:25:11 GMT -5
I was watching Career day and I though Hmm I wonder what happened after Dib saved Zim. So i decided to revise my story Mistakes. I didn't change chapter one at all but I want you to look over the chapters before I post them to check them If its not to much trouble XD I would really appreciate it if you could so here's CH 2.
Chapter 2
Alien encounter[/u]
"Come on, Gaz."
"No."
"But I'm starving!"
"You look fine to me."
I shook my head. "It's a figure of speech."
"Well why don't you 'figure' how you're going to pay for lunch." Gaz snapped. "Because I'm not sharing anything with you."
I was right - asking Gaz to share anything was a bad idea. So I was left pretending I wasn't hungry.
"Now son, what happened to the money I gave you when we got here?"
"Uh-"
"Hey!" A random person interrupted me. "Are you Professor Membrane?" It was a woman wearing way too much Membrane merchandise than could be good for any human.
"Why, yes I am." Dad looked clearly pleased that a fan had recognized him.
"Hey everyone! Its Professor Membrane!" The woman shouted. Almost instantly a huge crowd formed around us, well mostly around Dad.
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Take a picture of me next to him!"
"Move, kid!" With that I was shoved out of my seat and pushed outside the crowd.
Gaz followed after me. I looked at her confused.
"I don't like fanatics." She glared at me. "That includes you, space boy."
"I'm not from space!" I complained. Honestly, call the police a couple times about evil paranormal activity, and no one lets you live it down when the cops find nothing. They always showed up late. Stupid cops.
"Could've fooled me, Dib. Actually, you couldn't." And with that said, Gaz walked off still eating a hot dog.
I sighed again for the hundredth time that day, pulled myself off the ground, and started dusting myself off.
"Hey, you're Dib?" A quiet voice asked. Looking around I saw a creepy looking man in a black trench coat and sunglasses.
"Yes."
"You're younger than I expected. Call me John." The man said holding out his hand and looking a little unsure of himself. "I heard you like the supernatural."
"Your point?" I avoided his outstretched arm. I wasn't in the mood for critics calling me insane, as I got enough of that from Dad.
"I think I have something you might want to see." He winked and motioned for me to follow him. I looked back at the crowd. Dad wouldn't notice if I was gone for a few minutes.
"Okay." I sighed and ran after John.
He ended up leading me to a booth I hadn't noticed before. "Check this out." John smiled and pointed at a red sign.
'See A Live Alien! Just 10 dollars' Was written on the sign along with a bad illustration of a stereotypical green alien with red eyes.
"You caught an alien?" I asked throwing him an unbelieving stare.
"Of course I did. I'm a well know paranormal investigator."
I was taken aback; an actual professional paranormal investigator!
"So your serious then?" I looked up awe-struck.
"You want to see my alien?"
"Sure! But-" I looked at the price again. Ten dollars; I only had two. John seemed to follow my gaze and with sudden realization, he sighed.
"I'll make you a deal." John said, sitting down at a table that was placed in front of the closed-in booth. "I've seen how hard you've had it being a junior paranormal investigator. Why don't you just give me the money you do have? We'll say it's a discount."
I smiled. John seemed to really want me to see the alien. I bet no one else had bothered to look. But, like a business man, John still wanted his money. So I pulled out my remaining two dollars. John took them and motioned me into a door in the booth.
XXX
To get to the alien you had to walk down a short corridor with black sheets for walls. Then you would come to an open room where you could see the back and side of what could be described as a box on a table. You couldn't see into the box from where you would enter or from where you would exit. John certainly wanted to build suspense.
I didn't see it until I was in the room. The alien was short. Well, it was probably a little taller than me, but still very short. It had green skin, large red eyes, and antennae hanging limply. The alien was chained to the walls of the box. And there was a long scar running vertically down one side of its face. It seemed kind of... off. For some reason I felt like I should say something to it.
"Hello." I whispered. The alien's antennae perked up at the sound of my voice. It looked away from the floor to stare at me. I couldn't guess at the expression on its face. “I'm Dib." I really don't know why I was talking to it. I actually felt kind of ridiculous standing there introducing myself to an alien. But I couldn't take my eyes off it.
After a long silence, I glanced at the floor, actually feeling a little sad because it hadn't said anything. I was about to walk away when it spoke up. His voice, for I could tell by the sound that it was probably a male, was nasally, and also very hoarse - he probably didn't talk often.
"I'm Zim." Were the only words he uttered and my eyes grew wide. Zim; that must be his name. And what a strange one at that; Zim.
“Why are you here?” I asked, hoping he would speak again.
“Captured...” Zim said slowly, as if he were either unsure he should be talking, or unsure of how to talk to begin with.
“Who captured you?” I asked, wondering if it was John who had captured Zim, or if he had purchased him from someone else.
Zim shook his head. “Memory chip... was damaged.” He sighed and looked at the floor again. I continued to stare at him and he noticed, for he began growling at me. “Go ahead, take a picture, it'll last longer!” He hissed at me. “I know all your kinds, human! And you won't get me talking about my race to you!” I swear, if Zim hadn't been chained down, he would have lunged at me.
I took a large step back, unsure of Zim's strength, or alien abilities for that matter. What if he could spit poison or something!? Obviously, if that were the case, John probably wouldn't have Zim tied up so loosely, but that thought didn't occur to me until later. “I'm not here to gawk, you know.” I tried to say calmly.
“Then you must be here for Zim's mighty flesh!” He squeaked, trying to curl into a ball, but failed miserably.
“NO!” I shouted at him; he was insane - had to be. But I could only wonder the tortures he had endured before. I tried to think of something to calm him down. “I just came to say hi.”
“YOU'RE LYING!” Zim spat, bearing his zipper-like teeth at me.
“How would you know?” I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
That seemed to shut him up and he stared at me blankly. I shook my head and sighed.
“Maybe you'll be less hostile tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?” Zim asked suspiciously.
My eyes widened as I realized that I actually could come back tomorrow. “I'll come by and see you tomorrow!” I cheered causing Zim to flinch. “That should prove I'm not up to anything.” I nodded as I walked out the door.
Zim was silent, but I could have sworn he whispered once I was out of sight. “Bye Dib.”
Chapter 2
Alien encounter[/u]
"Come on, Gaz."
"No."
"But I'm starving!"
"You look fine to me."
I shook my head. "It's a figure of speech."
"Well why don't you 'figure' how you're going to pay for lunch." Gaz snapped. "Because I'm not sharing anything with you."
I was right - asking Gaz to share anything was a bad idea. So I was left pretending I wasn't hungry.
"Now son, what happened to the money I gave you when we got here?"
"Uh-"
"Hey!" A random person interrupted me. "Are you Professor Membrane?" It was a woman wearing way too much Membrane merchandise than could be good for any human.
"Why, yes I am." Dad looked clearly pleased that a fan had recognized him.
"Hey everyone! Its Professor Membrane!" The woman shouted. Almost instantly a huge crowd formed around us, well mostly around Dad.
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Take a picture of me next to him!"
"Move, kid!" With that I was shoved out of my seat and pushed outside the crowd.
Gaz followed after me. I looked at her confused.
"I don't like fanatics." She glared at me. "That includes you, space boy."
"I'm not from space!" I complained. Honestly, call the police a couple times about evil paranormal activity, and no one lets you live it down when the cops find nothing. They always showed up late. Stupid cops.
"Could've fooled me, Dib. Actually, you couldn't." And with that said, Gaz walked off still eating a hot dog.
I sighed again for the hundredth time that day, pulled myself off the ground, and started dusting myself off.
"Hey, you're Dib?" A quiet voice asked. Looking around I saw a creepy looking man in a black trench coat and sunglasses.
"Yes."
"You're younger than I expected. Call me John." The man said holding out his hand and looking a little unsure of himself. "I heard you like the supernatural."
"Your point?" I avoided his outstretched arm. I wasn't in the mood for critics calling me insane, as I got enough of that from Dad.
"I think I have something you might want to see." He winked and motioned for me to follow him. I looked back at the crowd. Dad wouldn't notice if I was gone for a few minutes.
"Okay." I sighed and ran after John.
He ended up leading me to a booth I hadn't noticed before. "Check this out." John smiled and pointed at a red sign.
'See A Live Alien! Just 10 dollars' Was written on the sign along with a bad illustration of a stereotypical green alien with red eyes.
"You caught an alien?" I asked throwing him an unbelieving stare.
"Of course I did. I'm a well know paranormal investigator."
I was taken aback; an actual professional paranormal investigator!
"So your serious then?" I looked up awe-struck.
"You want to see my alien?"
"Sure! But-" I looked at the price again. Ten dollars; I only had two. John seemed to follow my gaze and with sudden realization, he sighed.
"I'll make you a deal." John said, sitting down at a table that was placed in front of the closed-in booth. "I've seen how hard you've had it being a junior paranormal investigator. Why don't you just give me the money you do have? We'll say it's a discount."
I smiled. John seemed to really want me to see the alien. I bet no one else had bothered to look. But, like a business man, John still wanted his money. So I pulled out my remaining two dollars. John took them and motioned me into a door in the booth.
XXX
To get to the alien you had to walk down a short corridor with black sheets for walls. Then you would come to an open room where you could see the back and side of what could be described as a box on a table. You couldn't see into the box from where you would enter or from where you would exit. John certainly wanted to build suspense.
I didn't see it until I was in the room. The alien was short. Well, it was probably a little taller than me, but still very short. It had green skin, large red eyes, and antennae hanging limply. The alien was chained to the walls of the box. And there was a long scar running vertically down one side of its face. It seemed kind of... off. For some reason I felt like I should say something to it.
"Hello." I whispered. The alien's antennae perked up at the sound of my voice. It looked away from the floor to stare at me. I couldn't guess at the expression on its face. “I'm Dib." I really don't know why I was talking to it. I actually felt kind of ridiculous standing there introducing myself to an alien. But I couldn't take my eyes off it.
After a long silence, I glanced at the floor, actually feeling a little sad because it hadn't said anything. I was about to walk away when it spoke up. His voice, for I could tell by the sound that it was probably a male, was nasally, and also very hoarse - he probably didn't talk often.
"I'm Zim." Were the only words he uttered and my eyes grew wide. Zim; that must be his name. And what a strange one at that; Zim.
“Why are you here?” I asked, hoping he would speak again.
“Captured...” Zim said slowly, as if he were either unsure he should be talking, or unsure of how to talk to begin with.
“Who captured you?” I asked, wondering if it was John who had captured Zim, or if he had purchased him from someone else.
Zim shook his head. “Memory chip... was damaged.” He sighed and looked at the floor again. I continued to stare at him and he noticed, for he began growling at me. “Go ahead, take a picture, it'll last longer!” He hissed at me. “I know all your kinds, human! And you won't get me talking about my race to you!” I swear, if Zim hadn't been chained down, he would have lunged at me.
I took a large step back, unsure of Zim's strength, or alien abilities for that matter. What if he could spit poison or something!? Obviously, if that were the case, John probably wouldn't have Zim tied up so loosely, but that thought didn't occur to me until later. “I'm not here to gawk, you know.” I tried to say calmly.
“Then you must be here for Zim's mighty flesh!” He squeaked, trying to curl into a ball, but failed miserably.
“NO!” I shouted at him; he was insane - had to be. But I could only wonder the tortures he had endured before. I tried to think of something to calm him down. “I just came to say hi.”
“YOU'RE LYING!” Zim spat, bearing his zipper-like teeth at me.
“How would you know?” I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
That seemed to shut him up and he stared at me blankly. I shook my head and sighed.
“Maybe you'll be less hostile tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?” Zim asked suspiciously.
My eyes widened as I realized that I actually could come back tomorrow. “I'll come by and see you tomorrow!” I cheered causing Zim to flinch. “That should prove I'm not up to anything.” I nodded as I walked out the door.
Zim was silent, but I could have sworn he whispered once I was out of sight. “Bye Dib.”