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ZIM Must Die Prt.2 GunsorRoses

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BOLSHEVIK SPORTING GOODS
             3:15 PM
September 1, 2011


Dib stayed frozen in that same position for a good two minutes, until he realized that that was the door chime; the place was deserted. He blushed; embarrassed that he had lost control so easily, but more so at the large, dark stain at the groin of his jeans. Now he was cold, wet, and humiliated by his own stupidity. He cursed silently temporarily forgetting the overpowering smell, “Oh fuck, man that stain is never coming out!”
Deciding there was nothing he could do at the moment but smell like urine ((Which actually smelled like fresh cut flowers in comparison to the volatile scent!)), he stepping into the dank, rather frightening building. The smell got even worse inside, but he tried to compose himself by plugging his nose again, but the even then he could still smell it, hell, he could even Taste it, making him dry heave twice. He had to get out of this smell, before that lint & cheese casserole he just had at Skool came back up to greet him again… He made a break for the office door, grabbing hold of the grimy handle which to his horror wouldn’t budge. He started Jiggling at the doorknob frantically with his one hand, the other holding his nostrils so tightly shut his knuckles turned quite the pale shade of white. His desperation was hinted by the fact that Dib normally heeded
Warning signs; but in this case he ignored the warning sign completely.

He was desperate to get away from the raw stench, which literally made the teen’s eyes water, he practically flung himself at the door which literally fell inwards as somebody on the other side opened it. Before he could make contact with the vermin infested carpet however, he felt strong arms bear him up like he was no more then a bag of groceries.
“Hallo? Are you Dib?”
The person who caught him and who was speaking with a very, very thick Russian accent was Nicoladez. The older ex-sergeant of Spetsnaz was a large man, making dib look like a sack of bread, his face and body where well muscled and chiseled, but he was a little flabby, what with being out of practice for about ten years. His hair was graying, and his left eye was covered by an eye patch, his right eye was a harsh blue-green. He was wearing an undershirt and what appeared to be dark green army fatigues stained with a dark, redish-brown color…He opened his mouth to smile, revealing yellowed teeth.
This guy is just screaming ‘dentistry catastrophe…oye.
Dib though at he dared to peek at the Russian’s scarred face.
“You are! Welcome Comrade!”
He gave the little boy a hearty hug, nearly suffocated him, and placed his onto his feet.
“You are here for those weapons, Nyeht?”
The dazed child nodded, nearly collapsing onto the floor after being squeezed by a half-baked Russian soldier, he grabbed onto the grubby counter for balance as he caught his breath. “Huff…huff…Yes…Whew!”

He took a very deep breath, and said very quickly, stopping once or twice only to lick his lips. “Icameherefortheweaponstohelpmeeradicatethealienwholivesnextdoortomeand-”

The hearty Russian put a large, sausage like finger on Dibs lips, silencing him immediately.
“Enough talk eh? Let’s get down to business!”
Nicoladez said, beaming broadly, he reached into his fatigue pocket, and pulled what appeared to be the beeper for a car…with only one button which he promptly pressed.

The whole building started to shake, the walls especially. It seemed like a really bad earthquake, yet Nicoladez was unmoved from his position in from of the open office door. Dib on the other hand, was in a state of panic. He cowered under the big man’s legs, in case anything fell onto him… Suddenly, the inner walls began to slowly disappear into the ground, revealing that those where just cover-ups to hide the Russian’s true intentions; however, Dib was too afraid to open his eyes, and didn’t notice the metamorphosis going on around him. After a few seconds, the shaking stopped completely. Dib continued to cower. “ am I…dead?” He cracked his eyes open a little…Then they bulged out of their eyelids in wonderment; his jaw literally dropped.
“Behold comrade; enough weapons to keep a small army off your back for quite a vile.”
It was totally different; Dib wasn’t even sure if he was still in the same building. Glimmering chrome colored steel with gun-racks coating them from top to bottom. Four rows of racks split the building into four sections; Ballistics, Armor, Knifes, and Guns. The smell of gun-oil filled his nostrils, which hungrily took the sweet smell in, embracing it, not wanting to let it go. Dibs eyes shone with amazement at the beautiful spectacle. Guns everywhere, it was like a Wal-Mart sized store, with illegal fire arms and everything! Outside, it was relatively unchanged though; still a crummy, crap store nobody would bother with.
Nicoladez placed a big paw on Dibs tense shoulder, like a father would to his son.
“Go on; take a look babushka ((Kid)).”

Dib was speechless…he took off like a dart, taking note of every carbine, rifle, sub-machine gun, assault rifle, sniper rifle, and grenade there, his honey eyes barely keeping pace as he blurred through every isle in record time. Nicoladez chuckled, a deep, throaty chuckle.
“So, you like yes?”
Dib nodded quickly. “They’re all so perfect for destroying Zim and stopping his fiendish plans…”
Nicoladez cleverly stopped Dib in mid-rant, truly not caring for what he said, only for the money he would probably get from the youth. With a quick snap of his massive fingers he tapped him in the back.
“Which ones would youlike?”
He asked in a friendly yet enticing tone…
“I want them all!”
Dib exclaimed, throwing his tiny arms out as if to signify how much was ‘all’, a big grin on his face. Nicoladez chuckled. “Then comrade, may I suggest a few to you…”
Part two!
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Wicabeth's avatar
Aw, Dib wet himself :noes:



*.. snickers* Sorry, that just amused the hell out of me because it's something I would have probably done too :XD: