Charming-Destiny

"Heat" 'Chapter Eight' It had been about ten hours. Ten hours and Zim hadn't moved from his seat in front of the computer console. Anger had come and gone; at first he wanted to rant and rave, yell at the ceiling, run after Dib and rip him to pieces. But after the first few hours passed, anger turned to boredom and boredom turned to restlessness and restlessness turned to an almost loneliness. Loneliness? "Zim needs no one!" Zim scoffed, his voice vibrating off the walls. He reclined back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as his large red eyes roamed the darkness of the wires tangled throughout the ceiling. Where was the Dib-be