SinisterAllure

The kitchen was dripping with blood – mainly small pools of deep, dark jade, but drops of scarlet stirred in the puddles of green. I wiped the nervous sweat off my forehead, resting from the exerting scrubbing. Mopping up my brother's blood was gross, but having to handle Zim's body fluids was repulsive. The next time Dib decided to start another war of the worlds in our house, he'd be the one cleaning up after it. I flung the dripping murky cloth into the sink and marched out of the kitchen. I passed by Dib's bathroom and quickly glanced in. His huge glasses lay twisted and chipped beside the sink. He stood in front of a mirror, dabbin

A hard object met with my jaw in a flash of pink. Its force knocked me backwards, my spine and skull hitting the unforgiving counter top with a sharp painful crack. I slumped down its side to the cold ground, a soft moan escaping my lips. The blade skidded across the kitchen floor to the feet of Dib who stood with his arm out stretched. I cranked my neck to the side to see a rubber piggy spinning slowly on the ground with a few drops of my dark greenish grey blood drizzling down its side. Such cruel irony… I struggled to get up but my back wouldn't rise. Grunting and growling, I tried to free myself from what was holding me down. I sque

Dib/Gaz/Zim POV I woke up with huge bags under my eyes. The little robot had kept me up all night long. I wondered if it would have been better Zim in my room instead of the pesky machine. How he managed to live with that thing would forever baffle me. I almost felt sorry for him. I sat beside my sister at the kitchen table. Gir was already up and messing around with anything he could get his little metal hands on. I poured the rest of the Franken Chokies into my bowl and drowned them in milk, finding myself suddenly at a loss of an appetite. My paranoia was through the roof at the moment. Helping Zim was the most insanely stupid and impul

An agonizing pain slowly seeped into my awareness. I wrapped my arms around myself trying to stop the throbbing. My eyelids felt like they were being pinched down to a close. I strained them to open just enough to see my surroundings. The light, though dim, blinded me for a few moments thought it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust. I was in a small space that consisted of blacks and purples. Unmoving demons watched me from the side, sending chills through my already aching veins. I dwindled on the thought of the "heaven" that Humans often spoke of. If I was there, it wouldn't be so excruciating. I thus deemed the opposing theory of hell

I stared at my idiot brother sprawled across the floor. He was covered in large books flipped open to random pages that were each labeled with a dumb sci-fi title around the subject of aliens. I sighed at his pathetic attempt to help our "guest." Anyone with a drop of common sense knew that those books were filled with faulty information and libel alone, and to think otherwise meant that you were either a moron, or a geeky dweeb. My brother was both. I walked out of his room and into mine. My bedroom had always been a sanctuary for me, but now it was spoiled by the little green monster that rested in it. I slept on the couch in the living ro

The rain that had been trickling down the gas stations filthy windows suddenly turned into a continuous downpour. I snapped the plastic lid into place on my soda and started to walk up to the gas stations grimy counter when someone slammed into me. The cup slipped out of my hand and onto the floor. I sighed, looking at the fizzy purple puddle on the ground glumly. "Oh, dang-it! I-I'm sorry," the woman apologized turning to face me. "It's okay," I muttered picking up the empty cup and tossing it into the trash bin. I snatched a couple candy bars from the sales rack. "You're going to have to pay for that soda you know," the male cashier behi