[mikami]

The main villain is suddenly attacked by a complete stranger!

ZiM grinned at the pile of stuff he'd stolen. "I'm such a good theif.." He murmured to himself, snickering. "Ah, Walmart.." He walked to his house, shuddering a bit in the rain. The stuff burned him on contact, why would he enjoy it? ZiM shook his head and kept walking. A blur passed by. "Huh?" ZiM glanced around, paranoia automatically taking over as the blur passed again, this time closer. Whispers came from a bush. ZiM gulped down his fears and started strutting to his house, holding his head high to try to hide any fear. "Heh, you can't touch this. Dah-nahnahnah..." ZiM was so close to his house that he let out a breath of relief. Nothing bad happened - why was he so afraid? "Now I just gotta get GIR to opeeeeeeeee!" He was tackled over, slamming hard against the pavement. "Guh!" Hot breath was being puffed into his face as he writhed. "STOP ITTT! YOU'RE CRUSHING MEEE!" The now helpless Irken yowled, barely noticing that his disguise and his stolen items had been knocked into the ground, getting soaked. Claws burrowed into his arms and he cried out in pain again. "STOP IT!" He squealed, trying to wrench his thin frame out from beneath the pale blue and silver creature pinning him. Canine-like, obviously female when he heard it speak. "You're going down." ZiM growled, slashing at it. He missed and was then kicked in the stomach. "OW! How the heck..." He pondered how it knew to kick him there - maybe a fluke. Maybe she didn't know that he had stitches on his stomach. "Grr... You shouldn't fight it. Just except you're dying now." ZiM actually did believe this girl. He shook his head. An Invader never gives up until there truly is no hope.. ZiM thought, struggling against the paws pinning his arms down. She roared and slammed her front paw down hard on his arm. A sickening crack was heard as his bone cracked in two. "GAHHHHHHHHH!" He struggled more and more, trembling with the effort of keeping his cool by now. She was about to bite him when she stopped in the middle, the earphone in her left ear buzzing and making some noises. "...Yes sir." She backed away from ZiM, kicking him with both hind paws harshly to keep him winded. The Irken panted and started trying to crawl away in a crab-walk fashion. He saw that didn't work and lifted himself up finally with one arm. He started bounding away, but the canine kicked his legs out from underneath him and he did a belly-flop on the pavement. "D'OH!" He panted heavily, seeing double. "Wh-what... Do you want with ZiM?" He asked tiredly, panting and trying to stay conscious - Where would she take him if he passed out? She glared. "Your life." ZiM felt chills go down his spine as the words escaped her lips. She was truly bent on destroying him. "B-but why...?" He asked, staring into her indigo eyes. "Because you're... you're so... I just hate everything about you." She snarled. ZiM cowered before her glare, feeling less than pleasant when she dug her fangs into his spine. He felt consciousness slipping. "Ghh... If these are my last words..." Gir stepped out and the canine dropped ZiM, staring straight at Gir. Gir was wearing no disguise. ZiM's eyes widened. "GIR! RUN, RUN LIKE YOU'VE NEVER RUN!" He screamed, and Gir started running. The canine gave chase while ZiM dragged himself with one arm and his legs over to the door. He was one step closer, when the canine started chasing him. Did Gir escape...? The delusional Irken thought. He writhed away, kicking the door shut in her face and hiding behind a couch. "H-hahh... I-i survi...sur..." He collapsed against the wall, trembling. Minimoose had left while ZiM fell unconscious, and he led GIR safely back to the base. No one knows who that canine was or why she tormented ZiM, what would've happened, or anything. Its strange how people hold grudges against strangers. Maybe she was an escaped mental patient? No, I think they would've known. Who was she talking to? No one knows that, either. All they know is that she has a picture with herself, arm around someone's shoulder. The other person, well... they've been torn out of the picture, ashes lying next to the picture.