Dib and Gaz

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Dib and Gaz (eighteenth chapter)

Goon 1, falling to his knees on the sidewalk, died agonizingly slow. He felt life wither from him one heart beat at a time. The rest of the goons took a second to realize what happened, then they found the skinny runt on top of them, gun in hand, pistol-whipping them on the head. The leader, deep inside Stanley, tried his damnedest to reach his weapon before Siegfried descended on him. Siegfried had dropped his tiny sword and had unsheathed his Jericho, his black beauty, his hand cannon, and placed it on the leader’s mouth.

“Close your eyes,” Siegfried said, “I don‘t want you to see this.”

Ring-leader whimpered as he desperately tried to force Siegfried’s hand away. He looked into Siegfried’s eyes and what he saw upon them terrified him down to the core. He saw hell magnified. He saw a demon with no remorse, no emotion. He saw the void, and the void looked back. The void beckoned him. He heard the click of the safety being unleashed. He saw the void, and cried. He saw the illuminating flash in the void, then saw nothing at all. He became one with the void.

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Gaz saw hell again as she waited in the car. This time hell was not in her mind, neither did it overwhelmed her senses. This time hell was outside. She saw Dib beat four guys with the back of his pistol. She saw Siegfried drop his knife and pull out his own gun. She saw the blast go into the man’s mouth and exit from the back of his neck. She saw her brother curb stomp a man, then she saw her brother grow wings and turn alabaster. The wings were bat-like and clawed. She saw her brother turn at her and smile a sickly grin at her. He was naked in her mind, alabaster wings waving in the wind. His eyes shone red before she could turn her gaze away.

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Dib kicked one goon down before he had a chance to get up and defend his downed leader. He stood over their bodies as Siegfried took control of the situation. He made sure not to kill any one of them. They weren’t his kill.

Stan cowered on the floor, terrified, assuming the fetal position. He was covered in blood, both his and his assailant. He shut his eyes tight, blinded by the whiteness of the absence of light. He couldn’t hear much of anything, the gun was so loud. He felt the penis in his ass wiggle and it made him jump.

“Fuck, get him off me, get him off me!” he yelled with his hands over his ears. Then he heard three more shots. He got back down and started to cry uncontrollably.

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“Fuck man,” Dib said, “execution style. You‘re one fucked up man, you know that?”

“Scum deserved to die.” Siegfried mumbled through his teeth. He safety’d his gun and put it back in its holster, got down on his knees and placed his hands on Stan’s shoulders. “Shh,” he said, “it‘s going to be OK.”

Through the hiccups and sobs, Stan muttered an OK and slowly got up. He saw the men at his feet, all of them shot on the forehead or a few centimeters off, except for one. His throat had been slashed, and he saw the knife that had done it. He wrapped his arms around Siegfried and cried again, hiccupping thank yous and oh gods. Dib got uncomfortable watching them and made his way back to the car. He wiped the blood that landed on his cheek and opened the door. He sat down and his head jerked back toward the direction of the door. Gaz hand landed a punch on him.

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She saw the bloody demon approach her and she was scared. His eyes were bloodshot and dark, his teeth pointed and sharp. She saw him open the door and she did the first thing that came to her head: she punched him on the cheek.

“Fuck! Gaz, fuck!” she snapped back to reality. She found she had placed her hands around the nape of his neck and was ready to strangle him. The rage hadn’t subsided, but she stopped mid-squeeze. She saw the blood on his cheek, she gasped. She felt a surge of both regret and happiness. She’d hurt him, but she didn’t know if she’d drawn the blood. Her regret was having been too traumatized to know.

“Shit,” she said.

“I‘m worried about you,” he said. “I--”

“Stop,” she said. “Just stop. You don‘t care. You Don‘t.”

“Gaz--ouch--of course I care. You‘re my sister for fuck‘s sake! I care plenty!” he exclaimed. “If I didn‘t care I wouldn‘t have saved you.”

“You‘reademon,” she blurted, “bloodyf-f-fuckingd-d-demon!”

“Gaz,” he dropped his voice, almost a soothing whisper, “I‘m not going to hurt you.”

She was gone into her own little hell. His face was covered again by the hellish form he had taken in her mind. He was engulfed in flames. His eyes were bloodshot still, but there was no cornea. The whole area was pitch black. His back started to throb and bulge and bleed. It looked like something trying to wriggle its way out of his shoulder blades. There was a knock on the door and Dib opened up.

“I need to talk to you,” the strange person wrapped in gray spoke, “It‘s important.”

“Yeah, sure, hold on.” The demon turned around, “Be back in a bit Gaz,” it said.

She watched the man outside the door. He was fairer and gentler, or so it appeared; like an angel wrapped in ashes, a blood-splattered guardian. The door opened beside her and a scrawny-looking man made his way inside. He was also covered in blood but he neither looked angelic nor demonic. He was human through and through, and suffering. Like her, he was traumatized. Unlike her, she noticed, he didn’t hate his saviors.

“Hi,” the victim said.

“Hello,” responded Gaz.

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“We got to go to BSL, like now,” Siegfried said, “There‘s a situation, alien maybe, might be yours.”

Dib reeled back, dumbstruck. Zim might be back. Dib took it all and planned accordingly. Gaz stuck out in his mind. But what about her? he thought, surely she can’t come with me.

“What about my sister?”

“We‘ll have to drag her…and Stan. I‘m not liking this much, either,” Siegfried said.

“Well, fuck!”

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Amy got up from the floor. She’d been stuck in there for about an hour. She’d killed every animal in there and ate her fill of flesh. Her worm had grown exponentially, and it had matured. She looked around and was bored; the cages were all empty, the carcasses littered the floor. Her thoughts turned to the Professor, then to Zim. She had to escape. She just had to. She had to kill. She had to eat. The images flooded her worm and it felt something strange. All of a sudden, she felt lust. She wanted to fuck.

She walked towards the door and kicked at it. Her first kick bounced back, then her second. By her fourth kick, she’d started to feel the pain. By the seventh, the hinges had given way. The last kick cracked it and it toppled over.

“Professor!” she yelled, “Professor! Fuuuuuuck!”

She stormed out of the room, looking for Membrane.

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(EnPassant: I‘m getting tired. I‘ll leave this update here and continue it later. Update!)