Stupid, Dib-stink. Stupid, human bastard! Zim wanted to scream out. He could not stand the sight of him. Especially not the sight imprinted in his mind. It made his squeedly-spooch wish to die!

   Dib and Kyt.

   Kyt and Dib.

    Either way it had Dib. And that made it vile. Zim clenched his fists, hissing and growling.

   How?

    How could he have missed his chance so fast? So suddenly!? Was there some clue he had missed? What he did not miss was, that disgusting human with his lips on hers. His cold human body near her warm one. He hissed, tapping his claw-like fingers on his desk. He wanted this stupid class to end. But they were only ten minutes in.

    He narrowed his eyes at Bitters. That vile creature was torturing him. He knew it.

   She was torturing Kyt, too. He knew that also.

    His mind began to drift. Pondering the earlier conversation with Tak. How could he know so little? Such an invader as himself should have known such top secret information! As he lost himself in thought, he stared at Mrs. Bitters hunched back....

{Rewind A Few Days}

    Zim stared at the humanly creature in the large tube. He was too focused on it to notice Tak come in. She stepped up beside him, looking up at her. "She's a beautiful thing isn't she? Very destructive... Not so much as the others."

    She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, "And nowhere near as chaotic as Kytïel."

    At the name, Zim tensed, causing her to cackle in delight. He clenched his fists. He spoke in a cold tone, "Bitters?"

    "Oh, she's doing her part. Could you believe? She was next in line as Tallest." Tak laughed, "I don't understand how those idiots, Red and Purple, managed to get her out of the way!"

    Zim let out a soft hiss. How dare she speak of his leaders like so?! She will pay!

    He closed his eyes, a flash of Bitters without her disguise. The archaic old lady that had sat before him for years and years. She was an extroardinarily tall, sickly colored creature, even for an Irken, with eyes the color of a silver sky. She had wrinkles like that of a hyuman, her PAK was her hunch in her disguise.

    Bitters hadn't even remembered she was an Irken until Tak's arrival.

    "Such a tragedy of losing the title of Almighty Tallest... That she could not move..." Tak had explained, circling the surgical table on which Gir's human suit was being upgraded on. "She could make anything do her bidding. She would have been the ultimate ruler... If only she had thought. Now, it is time for me- US, to usurp her."

    To that, Zim had only nodded, his eyes focused on Gir's human body. "After all... It is I who discovered them. The Halön. The Lost Race."

    She smiled then, a beautifully cruel smile, "Who would've thought?"

    She turned to Zim, placing a gloved claw on his forearm. This distracted him from his work. "That you defeating me would have led to my success?"

    As Zim remembered, he wanted to scream. How could things turn so against him? "Ariël has been reported that our experiment is nearly ready. It is time Bitters does her work."

    Tak turned away, walking onto the lift that would send her to her cover home. The moment she was gone, Zim let out a growl. How he hated that pathetic creature! How could she make so many into her tools? He couldn't even begin to understand the ability she possessed. A minor form of what Bitters could do. Manipulation.

    He rested his forehead against the cool glass, his eyes flickering closed. He opened them, and nearly let out a scream of terror. The body inside was not the one it had been; now it was Kyt's. Her blond hair floating around her, her naked body covered in markings. He backed away, blinking.

    He let out a sigh of relief. It was not her in there. She would never be in there. He knew it could not happen...

~¥~

    "Look at this." Gaz called over Kyt, who was on a different computer, seperated by some middle schoolers playing games. Kyt locked the computer, then rolled her chair over to where Gaz sat, and peered over her shoulder. She squinted her eyes, reading the article. She looked at the blurry black and white picture below.

    It was of a handcuffed man being pushed into a police car. He had his back to the camera, but his face was in the motion of turning to look over his shoulder.

    "Had been under the influence of some other worldly being..." Gaz read while Kyt studied the picture, something caught her attention. She felt as if she knew the person. "What kind of crap is this..."

    Gaz kept mumbling, but Kyt couldn't shake off this feeling. What was it? She had felt it before... She knew it wasn't too long ago. Not too long ago at all. Gaz spoke to her, reading out more the article.

     When she first started to be friends with both Gaz and Dib. The only time she had ever seen Gaz cry... She gasped as Gaz said, "...A genius who's career was scarred."

    Gaz raised a brow at her, looking at her shocked green eyes.

    "Dr. Membrane."