The Dib Experiment chapt. 3

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to everyday life.
The Dib Experiment – Chapter 3-
"You can't keep me here Zim. I have to go to school," The teen said, his golden eyes flashing
with anger.
"School? You don't have to go to school Dib. You're eighteen. A legal adult in the pathetic
culture you call humanity," The alien purred.
Zim appraised his captive. The boy refused to cooperate, forcing him to sedate or restrain him
for every experiment, and his continued attempts at escape wore his patience thin. Dib's pale
complexion sported many bruises and scrapes.
"It's against human law Zim. My family will notice!" Dib cried, his doubt clear in his words. He
knew they wouldn't notice or care. He was the freaky paranormal kid at school and ignored at his
house. His sister Gaz hardly ever looking up from her games, and his father never home. No one would
care if he was gone.
Zim noticed a seed of doubt beginning to sprout in the boy's eyes and decided to take advantage
of it.
"Face it filthy huu-man! I'm the only one who even acknowledges your exsistance, and here you
are trying to destroy me!"
"Not destroy you Zim! Get away, and turn you over to scientists and prove the exsistance of you
aliens!" Dib shouted, straining against the metal cuffs that held his arms.
"For what? I'd be gone and you would be soon forgotten, just another name in our useless
textbooks," Zim could see Dib breaking.
"Shut up Zim! Just shut up! Let me go!" Dib screamed, blinking furiously to get unwanted tears
out of his eyes.
"No! You shut up Dib-worm!" Zim said, stepping closer so they stood less then a foot apart,
looking each other in the eyes, "Admit I'm right Dib. You know I am."
"You're wrong Zim, and I'll find a way to escape!"
"Oh really Dib? And how exactly are you going to manage this? You're a little tied up at the
moment," Zim said, leaning forward, their lips connecting.
"Don't touch me Zim," Dib jerked away, lashing out and kicking Zim, Zim stumbled back.
"You should not have done that Dib-worm! Remember who is in control!" Zim exclaimed
maliciously, hitting several buttons on a near by keyboard. More metal clamps came out of the wall,
fastening around his legs, holding them to the wall.
"Zi-" Dib's speech was cut short as an electrical current raced through him, "Aaaaahhhh!!!" He
screamed, his body jerking painfully against the clamps, only to slam back into the wall. Dib screamed
louder than ever, pain sewing itself into every atom of his being, Bruises blossomed all over his skin.
"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP ZIM! PLEASE!"
"Admit I was right Dib," Zim said, taking his hand off the button, and smirking at his human.
"Never," Dib whispered. Closing his eyes, preparing for yet another wave of pain. He opened
his eyes, after a minute, he looked over at Zim who was staring at him, antenna positioned as if asking
a question.
Zim stepped forward cautiously, he reached out a gloved hand and touched one side of Dib's
face. The skin burned beneath his hand.
"It hurts doesn't it Dib?" He asked softly. Dib didn't reply, his gaze fell to the floor, "You bring
this on yourself. If you would just listen. .. ."
"No Zim. That would mean I gave up my will. I rely on my mind for everything, you want to
take away the very thing that makes me who I am," Dib said, his words came slowly, but clearly, as if
he were talking to a young child.
"You have guts Earth-worm, but I'll make you mine," Zim smirked, putting a hand under Dib's
chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Zim smiled, relishing in the horror and fear registering in
Dib's features.
Zim kissed him, when Dib opened his mouth to say something he took advantage, his purple
tongue entering Dib's mouth and running along the roof of the boy's mouth. Dib shivered, in pleasure or
fear Zim couldn't tell, but he was beyond caring. He would make this boy his, in more ways then one.