'It looked painful.'
That was the only thought in my head as I watched Zim drown before my eyes. Why he was in the gym's pool area in the first place was beyond me. But there he was, drowning.
And I was the only one that could save him. I felt a pang of guilt; something told me I should help him. But I silently argued that it was better this way. It would be easy to prove Zim an alien when dead, rather then alive.
I watched him scream for help, thrashing in the acidic like liquid. Pieces of his flesh burned away, revealing what seemed to be bone. It was a sick sight.
'I should help him.'
That was the next thought that ran through my mind, but I had to remind myself saving him would be worse then letting him die. The entire world would thank me later. But that simple truth didn't seem to justify what I was doing right now. There was a living being dying an excruciating death, and here I stood, allowing it to happen.
Zim saw me, and without a second thought, screamed for me to help him. He reached his hand for mine. But I didn't move. It was better this way. He deserved it. I saw the pain in his eyes, the confusion of why I couldn't just reach out and help him. I felt sick. I wanted to run away. But my feet were frozen, as if some sick god wanted me to witness this appalling sight.
Zim couldn't scream as much now. He was losing energy fast, and his pak was smoking. Despite his thrashing, Zim was sinking into the water. His cries for help were muffled by the water. But I dared not move a muscle.
It was better this way.