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Sublime Awakenings	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 28

Warming: Mentions of rape, death of a non-main character.

Loud cheering invaded Gaz's ears as she removed the small earphones to better appreciate what was sure to be the best part of the game. To her immediate right, Hanzhi leaned on Meph's shoulder, reading some of his poetry from a black notebook he held open for her with his right hand. His left arm was currently around her shoulder. Ick. Did everyone have to couple up into overrated social suicide packs? Neither seemed to be paying attention to the game, so Gaz elbowed the girl. “Hey, watch the field.”

On her other side, at least Gretchen and Keef were watching the game through their annoying chatter. Looking at them all made her want to hurl because it was like looking in a mirror. Keef had been allowed to dress them all, resulting their shiny and stylish, if somewhat flamboyant, appearance. Gretchen, surprisingly, looked almost pretty, even by Hi Skool standards. This had allowed her to accompany Maki, the nerdiest guy on the football team, to the game, gaining her entrance to the football locker room before the game...which was about to payoff more than the secret cheat codes to Super Living Dead Piggy Slayer Three Thousand at her last gaming convention.

After the latest kickoff, Chunk hurled his massive body across the field, playing the part of the human shield that he was to Maki, who was running the ball.

Her scowl slowly reversed itself as he began to lose momentum. The sleeping pills Gretchen had switched his steroids with were starting to do their job.

The other teams defensive linemen took turns slamming into him, each impact slowing him down more and more until he was barely moving forward. Finally, he was tackled to the ground, hard. Maki speed up, leaping over the two bodies, leading two more linemen to add themselves to the pile in hopes of tackling the runner. The sound of a sickening crunch permeated the field, drawing in a small crowd that the medical unit had to push through. In the confusion, no one bothered to stop Maki from making the final, winning touchdown of the game.

As Chunk was pulled from the pile and moved to the sideline so that the medical personnel could examine his leg, Thorny the Pig, Lackadaisical Hi's porcupine mascot pranced around the field, waving the skool's flag, encouraging the crowd in the bleachers to cheer.

As the fans stood, Gaz and the others joined them. No one was any the wiser that the seemingly average group was cheering enthusiastically for a reason that had nothing to do with their team winning the game.

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Gaz quickly covered up her initial reaction to the loud pop music pounding her eardrums as she watched Maki help Chunk, who now sported a leg cast and crutches, from the front set of the QV's car before climbing out of the back seat herself. It only got worse as they made their way up the lawn and into the white, two-story house belonging to Derog, a popular senior guy who was one of Chunk's best friends. All of the furniture in the large living room has been pushed against the walls. Surround sound speakers blasted dancing teens from all directions, the rhythm seeming to pull them to and fro like puppets...puppets spilling beer all over each other almost in sync with the music. Others took to the couches to make out and spill beer on each other in a more intimate setting.

“So, do you want me to getcha a beer? Or, better yet, do ya wanna get me a beer?” Chunk asked with a slight slur. The medics had obviously given him painkillers for his broken leg, but he had insisted on attending the after party anyway.

“No.”

“Do you wanna dance?” He smiled stupidly…though to be fair, stupid smiles were the only ones he had. “You can use one of my crutches as a pole.”

“Fuck you.” She may have been putting on a charade for everyone else, but there was no way she was playing the love struck idiot for this ...idiot. He knew the deal. Well, he knew a deal. He had no idea about the plan. She didn't have to be nice to him to cover that up, but if she didn't put some distance between them soon, she would kill him, likely in front of quiet a few witnesses.

“Already? We could go upstairs, maybe find an empty bedroom.”

“Hell no.” Deep breaths, in and out. Quick and painless was too good for him.

“Well, screw this. I ain't standin’ around all night. I'm gonna get me some beer.”

“Whatever.”

She watched Chunk's large back disappear into the crowd, accumulating beer stains as the crowd parted for his crippled body. She shuddered at the thought of actually dating him. If she were a normal teenage girl, this would be the point at which she was actually thankful for her brother's attempt at forbidding her from doing so. But she was far from being normal, and this was going to be SO sweet.

“Hey, Gaz!”

Turning around, the girl brushed purple hair from her eyes to see the group she had been sitting with at the game approach her. A sideways smirk formed on her face. Ah yes, the makings of an upper division Doom Squad. Early in middle skool she had discovered the wonders of social psychology, and how easily teenage social animals could be manipulated into granting her will, sometimes through elaborate and almost untraceable tactics. Dooming those who annoyed her could be just as much fun as gaming. Before leaving middle skool, she had accumulated a network of almost fifty kids. It was only the end of the first week of Hi Skool, and already she had a solid base.

The small group gathered around her, and Hanzhi leaned in close to whisper. “So, what's the game plan?”

“Did you guys bring all the stuff I told you to bring?”

Four nods.

“Alright. Gretchen, go entertain your date. He may be useful again at some point. And wear the ear piece in case we need you.” There was a pause as Gretchen put a small communication device in her ear and left the group. “Keef. You go secure us a bedroom. We'll be up shortly.”

“I don't know, Gaz. Dib would be really upset with me if I let ...anything…happen to you.”

“Ugh. Forget about Dib. And nothing like THAT is going to happen to me.
Alright? Now, go.”

“Oh...alright.” Keef gave her an uneasy smile before leaving to interrupt anyone drunk enough to forget to lock the bedroom door.

“Okay. You two are with me. Hanzhi, you're really with me. See that jerk over there?” Gaz paused to nod at Derog, who was currently at the keg, holding a tinted plastic cup into the light to watch a pill dissolve in the bottom.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I need you to help me get him into a bedroom. That's when all the stuff we've brought will come into play.”

Hanzhi shuffled her feet nervously. She was terrible at acting the seductive part, and Gaz was bound to be even worse. “Do you think…maybe we should have a drink or something first?”

Hazel eyes narrowed once again. “No. You know Squad members don't drink on an assignment unless its absolutely necessary. Just…” She searched the crowd of swaying bodies before her finger landed on two, obviously straight, girls grinding together to get attention from a group of senior guys. “Act like those morons. And act drunk. He's probably too stupid and drunk himself to notice bad acting anyway. Meph, you just tag along at a distance. And try not to act like the jealous boyfriend.”

Hanzhi was surprised that Gaz's plan had worked so easily. Apparently, half-drunk football jerks weren't inclined to observation. They had easily convinced him to abandon his intended conquest for a few hours with the two of them. The way Gaz spoke with sugar coated venom, leading the player up the stairs and into a bedroom, sent a shiver down her spine. She was like one of those spiders that had evolved to look like an ant, and went into their colonies to kill, unnoticed.

“Why don't you two get naked and warm up the bed for me.” His smile was lewd and his tongue was even hanging out a bit.

Gaz slammed the door shut harder than she had intended. “Who said you were in charge?”

“Oh, so that's how you wanna play it. I'm down with that, baby.”

“Good. Now, why don't you get on the bed?” Gaz pulled a small plastic cube from her purse before peeling off a sticky strap. “But first, we'll need this.” The cube unfolded quickly, expanding into a sheet-sized plastic cover.

Derog gave her a highly confused look.

Shrugging, Hanzhi stammered a quick explanation. “We're going to lose a lot of fluid. I mean, we don't want to leave any stains, do we? And probably a few people have used this bed already.”

“Whatever.” These girls were definitely inexperienced, but a two for one deal was too good to pass up, so he crawled onto the plastic covered bed.

Both girls joined him on the bed, crawling on all fours toward him, though they still had on all their clothes...and had their purses with them. Nodding to her friend, the purple-haired one grabbed the front of Derog's shirt before slamming him down onto the mattress. The next thing he knew, she had gripped his hands, pinning them beside his head. That was a surprise. It was even more of one when the black-haired girl wrapped a rope tightly around his left wrist, securing him to the bedpost.

Maybe he had been wrong about them. “Ropes? You girls are pretty kinky for fresh-meat. I bet you were total freaks in middle skool.”

Gaz smirked. “You have no idea.”

The brunette passed the second rope to the other girl who set about tying his other hand even tighter than the first. “Ouch. That's kinda tight.”

Rolling her eyes when his eyes were elsewhere, Hanzhi forced out yet another cheesy attempt at being seductive. “Don't you like it…tight?”

“Oh, yeah. That's just how I like it. But, I like it tight around something else.”

Gaz had to fight against her gag reflex. Hopefully, the end result of this disgusting endeavor would be worth it. “We'll get to that.” She took one of two more ropes that Hanzhi had pulled out, and moved to his legs.

“My legs too?”

“We don't want you to jerk around too much.” Hanzhi followed her statement with a little wink.

The urge to laugh was terrible. She hadn't seen Hanzhi this embarrassed in some time. “Resistance is futile. Now lose the pants.” HA! That sounded like something Zim would say to her brother! Eww.

“I wasn't planning on resisting.” Derog lifted his hips and legs so the girls could remove his pants before letting them tie his legs.

“We'll see about that.” Throwing the pants over the side of the bed, Gaz opened her own purse, which was actually more like a medical travel kit. Because of her superior hand-eye coordination, her father had convinced/bribed her to take a few medical classes over the summer. She had made the best grade in both classes, and now her father was convinced that she would be the top medical doctor of her generation. Psh. Only if she failed at being the top video game designer. But, in any case, it was nice to have surgical knowledge. Not only could she help save the lives of whiney bitches like Squee, she could also ruin the lives of sorry assholes like Derog and Chunk, which she found highly amusing.

“Huh? What are you doing now?”

“Just getting something.”

“I have some condoms in the top drawer.”

“Oh, we won't be needing any of those. I have a different...preventative method in mind.”

“Look, I appreciate the gesture, but I don't really know where you girls have been. Coach says that condoms are best for STDs.”

“Coach is right.” Gaz laughed lightly at the insulted expression on her friends face before slipping her hands into latex surgical gloves. “Latex is really the best way to go to protect yourself.”

“What the hell! Listen, I don't know what you have planed, but I'm not into anything queer so just put that shit away.”

“I guess what's about to happen to you could be considered 'queer'. But
I'll let you decide. A lot of people in your soon to be condition don't see it that way.” Reaching into her bag again, Gaz lifted an injection needle full of a special paralysis agent her father had been working on. It was technically still in research and development, but her own father had said that animal subjects are no substitute for humans...if only there weren't laws against those particular methods. Silly laws. She readied the needle. “Here's to research.”

“What? Are you crazy? Oh, my God! You're that creepy Dib kid's sister, aren't you? Damn. I should have known. You are crazy. Just like him. Let me go! NOW!”

“Your voice is annoying.” With that she brought the needle down, into his vein, and injected the fluid.

“Ouch! What was that?! What…the hell...did...you bitches...do…to..mah...you...mahin...beg…misstak...beee...sorr...yy...” His words died as his skeletal muscles were paralyzed.

“That was pathetic. Okay. Go let Meph in, but make sure Keef stays outside the door and doesn't let anyone in.” One of the things she had learned was to gradually expose members to progressively more deviant behavior over time instead of all at once. Meph and Hanzhi had been members for a few years now, while Gretchen and Keef were still at the stage where they could easily be scared away...possibly even attempt to expose the group, thus necessitating their elimination.

Slipping a pair of gloves on herself, Hanzhi placed her own purse on the nightstand before opening the door a crack to let Meph in. As soon as he entered, she handed him a pair of gloves as well. “No prints.”

They both joined Gaz on the bed.

“Okay. Time to prep the patient.”

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When the trio had emerged from the bedroom, leaving a semiconscious Derog still tied to the bed with a new makeover, and joined Keef, the party had spread to he lawn. Since that was where the less revolting things seemed to be happening, that is where the group headed.

Gaz sat on the hood of Gretchen's old car, observing the others from behind her Game Slave. Meph and Hanzhi were dancing to some rap song. Gretchen was sitting in a porch swing with Maki, apparently doing a very good job of making their date appear genuine. Maybe too good. Keef had found a group of singles clustered together to chat with after Gaz had turned him down for a dance.

Focusing once again on her game, she laughed lightly to herself, remembering the last time she had danced with someone, just yesterday. Pausing the game, she took a moment to pull a picture from her pocket: She and Squee mid-drunken-swirl. A few class periods later, she had caught the yearbook girl, whom she had threatened into giving her the camera's memory disk before leaving her locked in her own locker.

That morning, the news had reported the girl as a casualty in what they were calling “The Cafeteria Accident”. Apparently, she had been unable to escape the building before the Emergency Task Force had unleashed deadly gases into the sealed building in hopes of killing the “green” because she was trapped in the locker. This did nothing for Gaz either way. It didn't appease her sense of sadistic joy, and it didn't make her feel guilty either.

For Gaz's part, her death had been completely unintentional and seemed mostly undeserved. She had already learned not to get in Gaz's way. It would have been funny if she had died via the “green” from sheer stupidity like many of her classmates, though. She chuckled at the memory. She would have to get her own copies of Dib's pictures as memorabilia.

Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of a loud crash from inside the house after which the blaring music immediately ceased. Then a roughed up, female Derog stumbled from his house, onto the porch. Finally. She took a moment to save her game and switch the Game Slave off before giving him...nowher…...or hir...whatever.. her full attention. A messy, long, blond wing was glued to Derog's head. Hir make up was smeared horribly, as if she had hastily tried to wash it off in hir doped-up condition. The paralyzing agent she had given hir did not include anything that would take away hir pain or consciousness, so she had made hir drink the very same drink she had seen hir mixing before, which had left hir in a very susceptible state. It probably hadn't helped that she had been tied to a bed with no underwear and no way to say no to anyone who might take it as an invitation.

She briefly wondered who had freed hir before going back to hir looks. There was blood staining hir pink shirt. It seemed to be coalesced around the new breasts. An even bigger crimson stain stuck out around the pelvic region the miniskirt. Gaz shook her head in mock disapproval. Sex so soon after a sex-change operation was not in the doctor's orders. Luckily, she wasn't really a doctor.

Derog paced in pain and limping, across the porch several times in distress. “WHO! Who did this to me!” His voice was horse and his tone was hollow. All he could remember of the party was being fucked, over and over, by other guys, feeling so much pain, and not being able to say as much as “stop”. He knew that he had recognized several faces, probably his own friends from the team, but they had all blurred together. Time seemed to run together as well, but when the group of them had finally left, one of them had cut his ropes with a Swiss army knife. He had stumbled into the bathroom, and seen the reflection of someone else in the mirror...a chick. A broken chick. An object…like all the girls he had done that very thing to. That had been the breaking point.

He looked out desperately into the crowd, gathered and growing, on his own front lawn. Clutching his father's pistol tightly in his hand, he brought it up, pressing the barrel to his temple. “Tell me who did it!” No one said anything. At least not to him. He could hear whispering, and muffled speculation as to who the drunken slut on the porch was. He pulled harshly at the wig, only to flinch in even more pain. “I'll do it! I'll shoot myself! Somebody tell me! Please!”

There was laughter from some of the football players. Torque Smacky had a sickened look on his face, directed mostly at his fellow players, but said nothing. Maki and Gretchen had backed to the railing of the porch to get away from the apparent lunatic with a gun.

“TELL ME!” He cocked the gun. “I swear, I will!”

Gaz smirked, setting her radio transmitter to the frequency for only Hanzhi and Meph. Putting her hands around her mouth to achieve a slight megaphone effect, she yelled loudly into the crowd of partygoers. “Do it!” While several teens looked around, wondering who had the guts to voice it, she spoke into the communicator. “Meph, go to the other side of the crowd. Hanzhi, stay where you are. Now say it.”

A loud “Do it!” came from the right side of the crowd.

“Alright, Meph, now you say it.”

Another “Do it” from the left side. Ten seconds later, the crowd was chanting it full on.

Gaz broke her sadistic smile, only to join in the chant. Anonymity at its best. The larger the crowds gathered when someone was threatening to off themselves, the more likely someone was to scream “do it”, and the more likely the whole crowd was to follow. So predictable. She thought society was like a large-scale video game, full of preset reactions to her maneuvers and disposable background, nonplayer characters.

Derog was breathing hard, almost as if he were having a panic attack. He had never known…what it was like for those girls…what it was to be used and tossed aside completely. His vision grew blurry with tears, and somewhere beneath all the self-pity there was a small welling of remorse for the others. He pulled the trigger.

A loud “bang” resounded through the yard, and most of those on the porch were splattered with Derog's blood. His dying body crashed to the floor of the porch before rolling down the stairs, leaving a trail of red from the hole in his head. There was a long, shocked silence, then gasps, screams and even laughs. A few people threw up.

Gaz changed the frequency to include all four of them. “We're going. Now.”

Meph, Hanzhi and Keef made their ways to her immediately.

Only Gretchen lagged behind, being helped over the railing and onto the lawn by Maki. It took her a few minutes to convince him to let her go, then she was unlocking her car so that they could all pile inside. She seemed too dazed to notice that her new dress was speckled with blood.

As they pulled away, Gaz watched the dying party from the passenger window. More people were already leaving, some were crying or just standing there in shock. The same group of guys was laughing again. She smirked yet again. If only she could be there when the body was finally identified. Chunk's world, at least, would suffer a blow. She turned on the radio, thinking that maybe the event would make the news before she reached home, only to be greeted with reports of a high number of strange psychotic episodes breaking out all over town.

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Notes:

-About Gaz in this chapter: I think a lot of people were more freaked out by this than I thought they would be. At first I was going to try to make Gaz a little more soft (still might), but then, after talking to others about her character (back when I was thinking about making this Gaz/Squee), I decided that maybe I should go in another direction.
Everyone is always talking about how Zim has no emotions (I don't buy that..he even shows empathy to the little wormbaby at the end of Hamstergetton), but Gaz shows much less in the show. All I've observed are: self-interest, sadism, sadistic humor and vengeful anger. These are the basic traits of a sociopath. The only thing close to more ...adjusted emotion that I've seen is what could, possibly, be interpreted as a need to be "normal" and have a real family. Basically, I wanted to make her a little more socially inclined and this is what happened. She's still pretty apathetic, but the social games entertain her much like video games.

-Obviously, I don't condone rape. Everything from Deerog's pov was actually supposed to convey how terrible it is, especially the part where he realizes what he himself has been guilty of. Rape is basically extreme objectification (seeing living things as objects, sex toys, defining them by sexual acts that they may or may not preform..this happens to women and homosexuals a lot in our society and (as Gaz does) seeing them as simply a means to an end (in Deerog's case, an end to doom Chunck).
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