Author's Note: I don't quite know where this came from, but I really wanted to capture Zim's character well; because I had recently written another story for this fandom that was completely and hideously OOC, I thought I should write something better, to show you people that I CAN write stories that are actually Invader Zim. I hope I expressed Zim's character here a little better than I did Dib's and Gaz's before...I needed to remind myself that mindless angst and fluff are not what those characters represent. They are not bunnies.
Again, I own nothing, as IZ and all related titles, logos, and characters belong to the undeserving Nickelodeon Studios. And, as usual, I am as sorry for this as I have always been.
For some
It is hard to walk into death.
The feeling
Is complex, aching and screaming, a boiling rage and an empty, hard feeling
Of anguish
Trying to be felt through numbness. It can be hard to walk a street that once
Was familiar
Knowing that, at the end, your own demise awaits. It makes the street feel foreign
Enough
That you cannot remember where you are, or why, or the reasons
That they
Forced you to walk alone. You could cry, could scream, could laugh,
Could wish
That you had stopped it, that you had known. But you do not. You walk, and wait
For death.
For others
The walk they take is easy.
It is harder
To believe that it can end. And so they don't. They walk into to death not quite
Letting go.
Of the adrenaline-induced haze they took on when the final battle began.
They think
That if they keep on fighting, they cannot go down. That if they keep on walking,
Their souls
Will remain bright, strong, and eventually, everything will end. They think they
Are invincible.
Zim was one of those people. He walked into death
Believing
That somebody would save him, or that he could save himself. Thinking that
His soul
Was too special to be destroyed. Zim died thinking that he
Could be saved,
At least
He died the way he lived; determined, exultant, passionate. At least
He died
Fighting. That's more than most people could say. Zim died
Without
The pain with which most people leave their lives. Zim died feeling no anger, no fear, no
Regret.
I don't know how Zim dies. But I guess that's a story for another day...
