Transformation
A/N: This is the inspiration after seeing "Spider-Man"! I own nothing except myself!
"Zim, are you sure the test will work?" Mothwoman asked, her wing filtering nervously.
"Surely, dear brother, you remember what happened with the rats! The side effects!"
Zim glared at his sister.
"What about you? The tests the Tallest did on you?! They genetically altered your DNA with that of a Mothican Warrior! Now look at you. Is the mighty warrior worried that something will happen?" Zim asked.
Mothwoman looked shocked, her red eyes glowed, boring into those of her brother.
"I volunteered so it wouldn't be you. I did what I had to make sure that nothing would harm you!" she said. "You passed training none the less, Zim. Sometimes sacrifices must be made in order to insure the protection of the innocent! Zim, don't do this- the rat, Zim, remember the rat! The violence and aggression! That led it to it's own fate! Reconsider!"
Zim had had enough of his sister's preaching. He finally snapped.
"THAT WAS ONE TEST!" he screamed.
"ONE TEST! After seeing you again- I liked you better as a full blooded Irken better than- than this THING that the Tallest transformed you into! You allowed yourself to have your DNA altered- undergone painful symptoms of the alteration... YOU ARE NOT OF MY FLESH AND BLOOD ANY LONGER, SISTER! I LOATHE YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
Mothwoman's eyes turned cold- yet they were still glowing. They looked like chips of fiery ice.
"Fine- kill yourself! Do the alteration- but don't come complaining to me afterwards! Let me never see your face again." Mothwoman muttered the last words so quietly that Zim could barely here them- but he did.
Zim turned away from his sister. He hated her ever since her transformation. That was years ago- a few weeks ago she'd come back to make sure Tak was gone. Zim was happy that both of the stubborn females were last going to leave forever. He would never forget when his sister, a fiery Irken girl with strange antennae, one curled back, one curled in front became an Irken lab rat.... He would never forgive her it ether. He knew the real reason why she did what she did... Other Irkens would make fun of her, she was the village idiot. She undergone the alteration only out of vengeance-to get back at those who made fun at her. Oh how they paid.
"Enough remising" Zim muttered to himself. He picked up a bottle of a clear, water-looking liquid and drained it in one gulp. The Irken grimaced at the bitter taste. He sighed as he walked into an air-tight chamber which sealed behind him.
"Gir!" Zim called from within the chamber.
"Release the alteration gas!" the Irken called.
Gir looked surprised, he'd gained an microscopic amount of intelligence from Mothwoman's technology skills.
"Master, it's not ready to test on human-like species yet." Gir said.
"I've already gotten a sermon, Gir! DO AS I SAY!" Zim shouted.
Gir looked sad and scared, he didn't want his master to die. Hesitating, he pulled the switch and release the alteration vapor into the chamber.
Zim inhaled the gas, suddenly he realized he was dying. He couldn't breathe, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body twitching madly, a hand at his throat. He fell to his knees coughing. He felt his blood racing through him, his heart felt as those it were going to explode. The gas was changing him, he felt every cell in his body burn. He felt something twinge inside his brain.
Gir looked nervously to a monitor screen. It showed Zim's heart beat and lifeline- both of which were WAY over the scientifically normal scale-even by Irken statistics. The robot looked back at his master and saw him lying on his back, his hand no longer clutching his throat. Gir looked back to the monitor screen, Zim's heart beat had dropped from 999,875 to nothing. His lifeline was flat. The little SIR unit unlocked the chamber door, waited for the gas to subside and ran to his master.
"Master! Master, wake up! Please wake up Master!" he pleaded.
Zim's eyes snapped open, an evil grin on his face. His eyes flashed dangerously, he grabbed Gir by the neck and hurled the robot with all his might into the wall. Gir sparked and screamed. Then there was silence as Zim ran out of the lab cackling.
A/N: Any idea of who Zim is here? If you've seen the movie you'll know who I'm talking about. Chapter 2 will be up shortly! Lord, I love a good cliff hanger!
A/N: This is the inspiration after seeing "Spider-Man"! I own nothing except myself!
"Zim, are you sure the test will work?" Mothwoman asked, her wing filtering nervously.
"Surely, dear brother, you remember what happened with the rats! The side effects!"
Zim glared at his sister.
"What about you? The tests the Tallest did on you?! They genetically altered your DNA with that of a Mothican Warrior! Now look at you. Is the mighty warrior worried that something will happen?" Zim asked.
Mothwoman looked shocked, her red eyes glowed, boring into those of her brother.
"I volunteered so it wouldn't be you. I did what I had to make sure that nothing would harm you!" she said. "You passed training none the less, Zim. Sometimes sacrifices must be made in order to insure the protection of the innocent! Zim, don't do this- the rat, Zim, remember the rat! The violence and aggression! That led it to it's own fate! Reconsider!"
Zim had had enough of his sister's preaching. He finally snapped.
"THAT WAS ONE TEST!" he screamed.
"ONE TEST! After seeing you again- I liked you better as a full blooded Irken better than- than this THING that the Tallest transformed you into! You allowed yourself to have your DNA altered- undergone painful symptoms of the alteration... YOU ARE NOT OF MY FLESH AND BLOOD ANY LONGER, SISTER! I LOATHE YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
Mothwoman's eyes turned cold- yet they were still glowing. They looked like chips of fiery ice.
"Fine- kill yourself! Do the alteration- but don't come complaining to me afterwards! Let me never see your face again." Mothwoman muttered the last words so quietly that Zim could barely here them- but he did.
Zim turned away from his sister. He hated her ever since her transformation. That was years ago- a few weeks ago she'd come back to make sure Tak was gone. Zim was happy that both of the stubborn females were last going to leave forever. He would never forget when his sister, a fiery Irken girl with strange antennae, one curled back, one curled in front became an Irken lab rat.... He would never forgive her it ether. He knew the real reason why she did what she did... Other Irkens would make fun of her, she was the village idiot. She undergone the alteration only out of vengeance-to get back at those who made fun at her. Oh how they paid.
"Enough remising" Zim muttered to himself. He picked up a bottle of a clear, water-looking liquid and drained it in one gulp. The Irken grimaced at the bitter taste. He sighed as he walked into an air-tight chamber which sealed behind him.
"Gir!" Zim called from within the chamber.
"Release the alteration gas!" the Irken called.
Gir looked surprised, he'd gained an microscopic amount of intelligence from Mothwoman's technology skills.
"Master, it's not ready to test on human-like species yet." Gir said.
"I've already gotten a sermon, Gir! DO AS I SAY!" Zim shouted.
Gir looked sad and scared, he didn't want his master to die. Hesitating, he pulled the switch and release the alteration vapor into the chamber.
Zim inhaled the gas, suddenly he realized he was dying. He couldn't breathe, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body twitching madly, a hand at his throat. He fell to his knees coughing. He felt his blood racing through him, his heart felt as those it were going to explode. The gas was changing him, he felt every cell in his body burn. He felt something twinge inside his brain.
Gir looked nervously to a monitor screen. It showed Zim's heart beat and lifeline- both of which were WAY over the scientifically normal scale-even by Irken statistics. The robot looked back at his master and saw him lying on his back, his hand no longer clutching his throat. Gir looked back to the monitor screen, Zim's heart beat had dropped from 999,875 to nothing. His lifeline was flat. The little SIR unit unlocked the chamber door, waited for the gas to subside and ran to his master.
"Master! Master, wake up! Please wake up Master!" he pleaded.
Zim's eyes snapped open, an evil grin on his face. His eyes flashed dangerously, he grabbed Gir by the neck and hurled the robot with all his might into the wall. Gir sparked and screamed. Then there was silence as Zim ran out of the lab cackling.
A/N: Any idea of who Zim is here? If you've seen the movie you'll know who I'm talking about. Chapter 2 will be up shortly! Lord, I love a good cliff hanger!