Zim against the world

A small voice inside of Zim was screaming at him.

'Go away...' he told it softly 'this feels nice.'

'No you moron! Your no better than a Irken smeet, now listen to me! They are taking you somewhere. Don't you understand!? They are going to hurt you! They will find out everything! They will do bad things! You must escape.'

'Be quiet. Go away.'

Rough hands jostled him but all he could think about was the feels running through him, created by the slight friction on his sensitive anteanna. Not as good as Dib had done. Nowhere near as good as that, but still nice. Cold air rushed into his face and he meekly opened his eyes. They were out of the room, the night air cold blowing softly onto his face, a moist smell in the air. It was going to rain.

Idly Zim winced. Rain. He didn't like rain. No that wasn't quite true. He liked rain, liked the sound, the sight of it. It was ironic really. He liked water, but he could never touch it. A hands strayed from his antenna, moving to wrap around his waist. As soon as the fingers were off his antenna, his senses returned all at once, like a punch in the face.

"What are you doing? Release me at once!" Zim glared at them, cursing himself for the milionth time. Where was Dib?

A hand connected with his cheek, a slap rining out into the night, echoing slightly. "Shut up and be a good boy." A voice growled.

Zim looked up, a expression os shocked pain on his face. Then his expression turned indignant. "Let me go you earth-filth. Unhand me imediatly!" He struggled angrily as the rest of the group came to help their leader, holding Zim's hands behind his back, more hands running along his body, his arms, his legs, his chest, his thighs. Embaressment stung his cheeks. How dare they do this to him? How dare they touch him in such a way, hold him against his will. Put their hands there.

A sudden thought went through him. 'Dib had touched him there.' True he hadn't touched him on this thighs, but he had touched him other places, places that the unfamiler hands were now invading. He had carresed his chest, his waist,touched his hand. Why hand't Zim felt the same disgust when Dib had touched him? Why hadn'the felt the unclean feeling that was now rushing through him?

Pushing the thought to one side he glanced around then opened his mouth.... and screamed. Surely the earth authorites would come save him. Surely someone inside the room would pay enough attention to come to his aid? A hand closed over his mouth, cutting him off. He angrily snaked out his tongue, pulling the human's thumb into his mouth and biting down hard. A voice somewhere above him cried out and he smirked savagly as coppery blood ran into his mouth, a small trail of it falling down his chin, staining the green skin red.

A sudden sensation under his shirt and he gasped in shock, the hand retreating from his mouth, drawing back to nurse the wounded digit. Zim paid no attention to that, instead his crimson eyes widened. They were touching his skin now, the hands more bold, pressing and stroking, exploring his flesh. A sickening feeling ran through him and he flailed about, a sudden feeling of disgusting helplessness flooding through him. One thought flash through his mind and stuck there, refusing to be pushed away. 'Where was Dib?'

A hand pulled at his pants and he tensed, shutting his eyes tight shut. Already they were suspicious. Where were his nipples? His beelybutton? All of course, weren't there. Him, not being a mamal like them. The closest he could come to in any earth animal catagory was a reptile, a warm blooded reptile to be sure, but a reptile none the less. If they explored any further, they wouldn't even be able to disguise himself as that.

Something stung at his eyes and at first he thought the humans had done something else. Then he felt something wet run done his cheeks. He blinked, confused, but he couldn't stop the wet things falling faster, his breath hitching painfully in his chest. His vision blurred and he shook his head, trying to wipe the things away. What was happening to him? The things were wet, very much like raindrops, yet they didn't burn. They also had a strange smell, slightly like a human mineral, whose name escaped him.

A loud cry above him snapped him out of his thoughts. HIs vision blurred, he couldn't see what was happening, but the next thing he knew he was being dropped, landing on the ground hard, the impact knocking the air out of his lungs. His hands free, he quickly got to his feet and wiped his eyes, the braclets jingled musically around his wrist, acompanied by the band that Dib had given him. The ring was a sickening yellow color and he figured that must be disgust. Irk knew that was how he felt at the moment. Sickened and confused.

Scampering out of the way, a human fell just where he was. Antenna drooping down his back, he looked around and gaped at what he saw.

Dib was panting slightly, standing in a circle of humans, all of them advancing slightly. His lip was bleeding but other than that he looked ok, a fire blazing in his eyes that Zim had never seen before. Glancing back and forth, Dib struck out like a snake, knocking one down before twisting to start another, all the while fending them off from attacking his back. Some that he had knocked down got back up, but after being knocked down a few times they stayed down, knocked out or too weak to get up. Finally he turned to the leader, the mucle man that Zim had bumped into before.

He attacked.

Lashing out furiously, Dib hit him again and again, dodging away at the last minute, instants before a punch could come at him. Again and again he attacked, panting hard. After what seemed like hours, slowly the man began to weaken, after that it was only a matter of time before Dib had gotten him down. He didn't get up, shocked at having been beaten. Taking a breath, Dib turned, not looking at Zim as he walked off.

Zim followed quickly, running after him. As soon as Dib was out of sight, he staggered, panting hard, falling to his knees. Rushing over, Zim kneeled in front of him. Dib was worse that he had expected. Bruises lined his arms where he had been grabbed time and time again. His lip was still bleeding freely but now a bruise had joined it, obvious he had been punched at least twice in the face.

To make things worse, a drop of water fell onto Zim's arm, a small burn mark appearing, pain lancing through the area. It was beginning to rain. Dib fell foreword and Zim caught him, looking down at his face worriedly. Dib's eyes were closed, almost serenly. Dib was unconsious, the group that had attacked Zim could be coming back, it was raining, and Zim just sat there holding him. Dib had protected him. It was probably just because he didn't want to loose the proof he had worked so hard for... but then what else could explain why his heart was warm, even through the cold air.

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Bettcha I scared ya'll didn't I? *Grins* Yeah I didn't want him raped either. >< Poor Zim. Anyhow yeah. Thanks Jordan but if your sick you should see a doctor!! *Glares* That's right! Stop reading and see a doctor! If you havn't eaten for two days that's BAD! Thanks so much Rin flowers ^^ Once again you rock my socks. And umm... er I know there was one more person... the 26th reviewer? A new person? Yeah to her I just want to say THANKS FOR REVIEWING!!!! Sorry I don't remember your name ^^ I'm too lazy to look. Forgive please!! Love you all and I hope to update this soon.


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