[IZ] Broken Kalopsia - Chapter 25Three days slowly had passed since Dib’s conversation with Ms. Xander. Once again the human hadn’t caught any sign of Zim in that lapse of time and it was very likely that his nemesis had stayed locked up in his Space Station for the whole weekend. The Irken hadn’t showed up at Skool on Monday morning either, a fact that the teen knew for sure because the counsellor had come looking for him after lunch, asking about the Invader, since the latter had apparently skipped his session with her. By the time the night had fallen once again, the teen had started to wonder if his rival had told him that he would have contacted him just to get him out of his way. It sounded like something Zim could have done, so he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had turned out that the message relayed by GIR had been just a trick.
Dib had been pondering to go and knock at the alien’s door again when the sound of an incoming email had distracted him from the thought. He had click
[IZ] Broken Kalopsia - Chapter 24Ms. Xander remained frozen in her spot for thirty good seconds after Zim had stormed out of her office, still shocked by the violence of his reaction. His unusual violet eyes had pinned her in her spot, making her unable to move and filling her with an irrational fear, the kind of emotions one experienced in front of something unknown and dangerous. Which was a silly thought, since her patient, while unstable and with a very small to inexistent conscience, was still just a teenage boy. Or at least, he should have been just that.
When she finally managed to recover from her shock, she hurried out of the room, determined to follow the teen and try to at least calm him down, but the face she found in the corridor, while familiar, wasn’t the one she had been looking for.
“Dib!” She exclaimed, surprised to see the scythe-haired boy there. “Did you…run into Zim?”
“Yeah, I did. Quite literally,” Dib commented with a small scoff, accepting the ha
[IZ] Broken Kalopsia - Chapter 23“So, how’s your science project going, Zim?” Ms Xander asked, crossing her legs under the desk. Her tone was as pleasant as always, but her eyes were attentive. That was the third session she had had with Zim since he had invited her into his strange home and she still had made no real progress with helping her patient figuring out what to do about the emptiness his “discovery” had left in his life. Whenever she had tried to approach the subject directly, the teen had either quickly changed it or become unresponsive until she had given up on asking.
However, there had been a few advancements, in her eyes. First of all, the passion that Zim was putting in his current project. He became very lively and animated when he talked about it and, for once, in a positive way. Usually he reached that level of emotions only when he was angry, and that was a very good thing, especially considering her patient’s obvious anger issues.