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King 10Dib opened his eyes. A beep came from the machine, indicating that the healing process was over. He stepped out and stretched but winced. He wasn't completely healed, but mostly.
The house was empty. Gaz was at the arcade, like she was sometimes after school, and his dad was probably still at his lab.
Dib walked upstairs to his bedroom and turned the computer.
He didn't really have anything to do, so that meant spying on Zim. He didn't go over to the alien's house as much since he got all those cameras in the base.
He had put them in most of the rooms with the Computer's help. He reprogrammed it to listen to him in addition to Zim a long time ago.
He brought up a video from last night. Zim was in his bed sleeping.
Zim kept saying Dib's name and sweating.
'He must be having a nightmare about me' Dib thought. He felt kinda bad for scaring the alien if he had.
Zim woke up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Dib sighed.
The bathroom had been one of the places he couldn't get a cam
King chapter 9Zim couldn't see. It was so dark and cold.
He was completely alone. He didn't like it.
Zim pulled his legs up to his chest and buried his face in them.
Then he felt a small warmth. He picked his head up and saw a blue light in front of him.
He smiled. Nice blue light. He sat there, enjoying the sweet warmth of the beautiful blue light.
Then he heard a scream.
He looked up and saw a purple light close to the blue one.
It wasn't comforting and made him cringe.
He heard the scream again and he saw the blue light dim.
Other lights of different colors came and started screaming at the blue light.
He felt scared as the blue light began to dim even more till it was flickering.
He tried to stand up but he felt something keep him down.
He looked up and saw himself holding on to his shoulders and keeping him sitting.
The other him was smiling wickedly as the blue light almost went out several times.
Zim tried to push him off but couldn't and sat there watching his beautiful light die.
King chapter 8Zim woke up with his head slightly throbbing. His vision was fuzzy so he waited for it to become clear. Once it did he sat up a bit. He was in the nurse's office.
His face blushed a light blue as he remembered what had happened. But then he lifted an invisible eyebrow.
Why was he in the nurse's office? He blushed again. Why was he in the nurse's office instead of Dib's bed?
"So you're awake, huh?" He heard the nurse come in and say. Zim sat up. He felt dizzy.
"Here." The nurse said handing him an ice pack. Zim held it against his head. It helped with the dizziness and headache.
"Um..." Zim spoke. "how long have I been asleep?"
"A few hours." The nurse replied.
Zim thought about what had happened. Did Dib even really mean it? He really needed to talk to him about it, and get things straight in his head.
"I should go back to class." Zim said hopping down from the nurse bed.
"I wouldn't recommend it. He boy who brought you in here said you were sick. And there's only about three more hour
3 x 3 (Aceptalo)…Mmm… No, no recuerdo nada de eso- Alexander no le dio importancia y se fue a ver a la habitación de Choreza nuevamente.
Puta que es saco wea mi amigo… Nunca entiende las indirectas…Si el culiao supiera… se caería de culo…*
Nicolas se despertó, estaba tirado en el suelo, hecho ‘mierda’ ,
se levanto despacio para no meter ruido… Hasta que se encontró con el problema
que rompería en mil trosos el musculo de su pecho que bombea su sangre para
que asi, pueda seguir con vida: El corazón.
Ya lo sabia. Era imposible de que ellos… de que ellos no tuvieran algo, Siempre juntos. Se rien juntos, salen los dos solos… Jaime, por que no me lo dijiste y ya? Yo no se lo diría a nadie… Era preferible que me lo dijeras, en vez de usar me y luego tener que ver esta wea… Pense que realmente te importaba weon…*
Nicolas se paro y se fue al ba
King chapter 5Dib woke up and looked at the clock. 7:00 a.m. Skool started in an hour. He groaned and sat up in bed. He really didn't want to get up, but since he felt still a little sore, he needed to stretch a bit.
He looked down at his messy clothes and stretched as hard as he could. He winced and started to remove the bandages from yesterday. He looked pretty normal besides the complete mess of deep scars that covered most of his chest. Nothing was bruised too badly, and no pierced skin.
He got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom to clean up. He replaced the band-aid on his chin since it had bled through, but it looked pretty clean. It wasn't that noticeable and red and it had stopped bleeding so he left the band-aid off. Once he was done he changed his clothes and went down stairs to get breakfast.
Gaz was sitting at the table just finishing her cereal when he came down. She looked at him and growled.
"Your face just took away my appetite." She said and put her dish away before heading o
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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