|Invader Zim: Chronicles of a Defect No More
Author: xXDasXGoochXx PM
Individul stories dealing with Miz and his interactions with the IZ cast. RATED M FOR SEX, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, RAPE, AND UN-ETHICAL VALUES If you don't know who miz is, check out my first story Defect No More.Rated: Fiction M - English - Horror/Sci-Fi - Words: 1,799 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-17-11 - id: 6999723
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I've decided to try a new concept involving my original character Miz: The Chronicles of a Defect. This first chapter involves Tak and what would happen if she returned to get revenge x2. Tell me if you like it.
Rated M: for violence, language, rape, and torture
Chronicles of a Defect
Chapter One: Tak
The loud, ear piercing, screams of pain reverberated off the walls of the dimly lit lab. Miz stood, his face being illuminated by the arcs of electricity from the electrified anti-gravity restraints currently holding his prisoner. A sadistic smile spread across his features as the screams intensified. It must have been his birthday; a test subject literally dropping into his lap, although, it was really an attempt to exact revenge on Zim. He had found this out roaming over the memories of his…co-host. Needless to say, Miz found the twos discrepancy amusing; Zim's utter fuck-up on Devastis, followed by Tak's return and her stupid plot to fill the earth's core with snacks for, in his opinion, worst excuses for tallest, ever.
Miz musings came to an abrupt end as the sound, or lack thereof, screaming had ceased. It appeared that she hadn't been strong enough to stay conscious. Miz offhandedly nudged her slightly smoking form with his boot. Hopefully he hadn't killed her. That would be such a waste. He pressed a button on his Omni-tool, his upgraded robot Gir, appearing within moments.
"Take her to a holding cell, I will return later." Turning away from his SIR unit, Miz ordered the CPU to work on rebuilding the nearly destroyed SIR unit that had been serving Tak. Thankfully, Gir hadn't destroyed the things brain chip when he had attacked the intruders. Miz took his leave of the laboratory, leaving the base altogether. Miz placed the black motorcycle helmet on his head, revving up the engine; he took off into the night, his form naught but a black streak to anyone looking.
The first sensation she had felt upon awakening was the cold, hardness of a cell floor. It was pitch black, her PAK's night vision/infrared vision having been disabled gave her no visibility. She sat up, grimacing as pain shot throughout her body. The pain brought anger as she smashed her fists against the metallic floor. Things had gone so terribly wrong, Zim had captured her, destroyed her Mimi and her ship, and then had tortured her to unconsciousness without having said a single word to her. Tak could feel her eyes stinging with tears when she thought about Mimi. No! No tears, irken's do not cry. Defectives showed weak emotions. Tak grit her teeth, I am NOT a defective. Oh, how she wished she could believe that lie. Time alone with only her and Mimi, allowed her to review on her past since her birth. A true irken would have accepted her failure and live out her role as a janitorial drone on dirt until her deactivation. A true irken, she had realized, wouldn't have dedicated her life on revenge and to gain a title that she would never probably gain from her tallest. Most of all, a true irken wouldn't have felt the utter despair and hopelessness she had felt for almost her entire life. Defective, Tak decided. She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them to give herself some form of security. Her soft sobs the only sound being made in the small cell; she really missed Mimi right now.
-DNM- The following day…-DNM-
White light illuminated the room, forcing Tak to shield her eyes. The sound of boots hitting metal told her someone had entered her cell. Tak lowered her arms and put up what she would call her best death glare. The much taller irken merely chuckled in amusement. AMUSEMENT! Tak lunged at Miz, mind set to strangle him to death. Her angered face morphed to one of pain as he landed a square push kick to what humans would refer to as a solar plexus. Miz watched with an animalistic grin on his face as her back slammed into the opposite wall. Tak was barely able to cry out in pain, her body trying to take in much needed oxygen. Dark pink blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth. A shiver ran down Miz's spine. How long had it been since he'd spilled irken blood? Fifty, Sixty years? Too long, he wanted, no, needed to have more.
Miz slowly made his way to the stunned and winded girl. Squatting to eye level, he gripped her narrow chin between his thumb and fore finger. Eyes intently on the blood, he paid no mind to the scared stiff Tak, watching as he licked the blood running from her chin, up to her mouth, then finishing what was left on his fingers. He stood at his full height. Miz could feel the heat in his squeedly spooch intensify. Tak seemed to return to some sense opting to scoot away as fast as possible into a far corner. Her fear and horror filled eyes never leaving his lust filled ones. Miz clicked his teeth in annoyance as he removed one of his gloves. His clawed hand flexed dangerously. He took a step towards her. Tak began sweating in fear as her eyes widened.
"W-why are you doing this Zim?" she asked finally finding her voice. Miz stopped in his tracks; he looked as if he had forgotten something. Chuckling, he spoke in an off handed tone.
"Oh, how could I forget? You see, the Zim you refer to, well let's just say he doesn't exist anymore." He took a step closer; Tak's face took on a look of confusion. Doesn't exist? "Are you insane, Zim?" Miz frowned, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Tak cursed inwardly at her slip up. She was in a dangerous position, his claws now balled into a fist.
"It matters little to me if you believe me or not." He began, slowly closing the distance. "Now, shut up and bleed for me."He struck lightning fast, claws digging diagonally from her shoulder to hip. Needless to say, her screams of pain were expected. Blood dripped freely from the wound, slowly soaking her tattered and dirty outfit. Tak attempted to scramble away, Miz's steel toed boot buried itself in her squeedly spooch. Her much smaller frame was lifted easily off the ground. A sickening crack issued, signaling broken ribs. He cackled in delight as her screams once again flitted through the cell.
"Such a sweet sound…" he watched as she curled up in the fetal position, covering her head to lessen the damage. The burning feeling was coming back again…. Miz calmly knelt over her small body. He would rather prefer a human female, for obvious reasons. Irken females reminded him most of 10 year old girls, highly unappealing in the curves department. Just another reason Hybrid needed to succeed. He used his greater strength to hold the struggling girl down; shrugging off her weak kicks and scratches he forced her skin tight, irken pants to her knees. Miz could only grin at seeing her small, green ass stick up in the air.
Her struggles ceased momentarily as her PAK tried to process what was happening. What was he to do with her? Something humiliating probably, she attempted to crawl away. Trying to get some distance between her and her captive; his knee digging into her spine stopped her in her tracks.
"Hold still…" came his voice surprisingly close voice. Tak cursed at him in irken tongue, she attempted to push him off. She heard a growl before white hot pain filled her sight with bright white dots. Tak screamed as he twisted and broke her left antennae. Her energy being severely drained by the excruciating pain, Tak gave up on her struggles.
Satisfied, Miz went back to work, fully removing her pants. He forced her legs apart, knee still dug into the small of her back. His hand brushed against her small, slightly darker, lower lips. He felt her body tense up. His breathing picked up, blood pumping faster as his defective PAK released chemicals meant for mating. Fuck it. Miz decided to skip the foreplay, opting to skip straight to dessert.
Tak realized something was terribly wrong when something large attempted to force itself into her privates. Her weakened struggles amused Miz as he forced himself deeper until he came upon her barrier. Miz smile only seemed to grow wider, this was his favorite part.
"You should know, Tak." He whispered, gripping her midriff tighter, Miz pulled out entirely, keeping it lined up with her slowly closing snatch. "Here on Earth, losing your virginity is somewhat…special. It is seen as the ultimate form of trust in a relationship. Although, I rather prefer its other special form; here on earth, it is seen as extremely traumatizing when a female's virginity is taken forcibly, rape. I have always wanted to know the effect it had on a female irken. Earlier I had hypothesized that due to an Irkens programming of complete emotional control, the perfect soldier. The effect would be minor at best, you being…defective, I have no idea how it will turn out. Please, try to scream."
With that, Miz thrust as hard as he could, entering and breaking through the thin membrane. The effect hadn't been immediate. A sharp intake of breath, then, the loudest, agony filled wail he had ever heard. The pain mixing with the anguish and confusion created an intoxicating cocktail that pushed him over the edge prematurely. Miz grunted as he released deep inside. A green tinted fluid spilled out around his member and onto the cell floor below them.
By now, Tak had screamed her voice hoarse, strangled gurgling sounds emanated as her PAK forced her into unconsciousness. Miz watched as her form went limp, unconscious. He slid out of her, standing and stretching, he sighed. Zipping himself up, he left the room and ordered the CPU to contact him upon her awakening. He rolled his neck, hearing a satisfied pop. He could go for somefood right now, maybe waffles...
AN: Hey guys, MisterFitz here, srry for the inactivity, life has happened. This idea came to me a couple days ago and I had to write it down.
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