It's a oneshot! and it's angsty! -gasps-
it's got my OOC in it, so shush. if you dont know her, read my profile page.
PEOPLE DIE!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN MAY AND NOTHING ELSE!
Zim was in pain.
So much pain.
But he couldn't locate where.
Everywhere.
Zim lay on his hands and knees, surrounded by what remained of the base. Which wasn't much. How it had retained its structure was beyond him, and for the moment, it didn't matter.
Zim was vaguely aware of something dripping from his head. He knew it was blood, yet it didn't matter. All that mattered was the pain.
Lowering his head, Zim retched. Once upon a time, the site of what had been in his system would've made him disgusted.
But not anymore.
How could this have happened? Zim searched through his mind, trying to find the answer, trying to avoid the pain.
The Tallest. They had told him the truth. They had told him he was a defect. And if that wasn't enough, they sent a self- destructive explosive to his base!
They had tried to destroy him!
Why hadn't they succeeded?
Thank goodness he had sent GIR and Mini's to the human May's house for spy work. The thought of their destruction struck Zim another blow. But, they were safe.
And Zim surprised himself by being glad for them.
The pain engulfed him again, worse this time, and he opened his mouth to scream once more. But his voice box was too worn. Ironically, he'd lost even the chance to scream, to show he was in pain.
Zim wanted to die.
Why couldn't he die?
Suffering under this thought, and all this pain, Zim went a step farther. He began to cry. Large drops of Irken blood began to spill, for Irkens have no tear ducts, and Zim's vision burned and blurred.
Just die already.
That was what the Tallest had told him, and now, he willed his body to listen. There was no point to his existence. He was a defect, a mistake, never meant to exist.
Just die already.
Covered in blood and Irken projectile, and aching in pain, Zim could barely hear the remains of the smoldering door open.
But he heard the voice. He recognized it well.
"All right Zim, I wanna know, why your two minions jumped through my window and-" May froze. "Zim?" Anger was instantly replaced with worry and fear. Fear for him.
Zim squeezed his eyes shut. No, no, not her… Though, come to think of it, why did it matter what she thought of him in this pitiful state? His existence was pointless, even a scrap of emotion was useless. Useless, yet comforting.
Zim heard silence, and was grateful. Perhaps she had left?
The thought filled him with a slight sadness.
But then, he felt arms gently pulling at his back. It hurt, and Zim opened his mouth to moan. But the arms were soft, yet insistent, and Zim was pulled back into arms, in a cradling position. He opened his eyes.
May looked down into his face, brown eyes searching for red orbs desperately. Even now, she could see the life fading from them.
Zim looked up at her questioningly. She was…holding him? Protecting him?
Comforting him?
His expression turned pleading. He moved his mouth, but no words would come to him.
May searched his expression in worry. "What is it? What can I do?"
He forced himself to speak, despite the cruel pain and blood that came with the words. "Don't…" he hacked weakly. "PAK…GIR… Mini…"
And May understood.
"No." She shook her head. "I'll keep them safe. They won't get you. I promise." Her eyes filled with tears, but she forced herself not to cry, not to put him through more pain than he already was in.
Zim nodded. He mouthed two last words, words that made no sound yet echoed through the air.
"Thank you."
His weak PAK finally gave out, and Zim finally died, in comforting arms. He last thought was that of human mythology, three words that seemed to fit this moment perfectly for the arms.
Angel of Death.
OMIGOD HE'S DEAD! you like?