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Knives in Gunfights by GhostIce
Warnings: extreme swearing, shounen-ai. Character suicides/deaths. Detailed gore.
"Never let yourself go beneath the standard. Never be stupid. Never be wrong. Standards. Intelligence."
Dib recited this mantra to himself every day. He was determined to catch that alien Zim if it was the last thing he did. His self-training lasted one and a half hours, running, jumping, anything to keep him on top. Dib knew that he would never lose to that...that thing that calls himself Zim. Never. It was just something that wouldn't be done. Not if he could help it. He was strong. He was capable. He needed no one.
He was feeding himself these lies whenever he could. Yeah, he had problems. How would you feel if you knew, to your very essence knew, that you were right about something, and no one was there to believe you? So Dib told himself that he could do it on his own. No matter how untrue it was, he had begun to believe it.
Highskool began the way it always had-he got up early and went to the first three classes, art, maths, and science. Next was the class he dreaded: psychology. The first class that he had with Zim. Dib spotted him sitting in his usual area all the way in the back. With a smirk, he decided that he was going to get a little change of scenery this time.
Dib arrogantly walked into the back, sitting next to what would be Zim's desk. He smiled as the alien spotted him.
"What are you doing," Zim whispered, glaring out of the corner of his pink-tinged purple eye.
"Sitting. I didn't feel like hearing Mr. Sweeters' voice today. Is that a crime?"
Zim turned his green head towards the front of the class. He had since changed wigs; he now looked more normal, with black spikes instead of Elvis-like. His eyes were still purple, but the white of the lenses was stronger, and you could only see the pink if you were up close. Not too many people attempted to get that close to him, other than Dib. But he didn't matter. He already knew that he was an alien.
"Ah!"
Dib screamed out in pain as he was thrown against the locker another time, bound and bloody. Wet crimson dripped down the slick metal as the grate rubbed over his unclothed back. His shirt was ripped to shreds by sharp edge of the metal and the hits being thrown at him by the bullies.
"You little queer!"
He groaned as he was thrown. Dib's small body slid down the locker, and landed in a slump, sitting in a pool of blood.His sobs could be heard down the corridor. No one cared to stop and see if he was alright.
On his knees, he lifted his head up, hands tied behind his back. I'm going to kill you, he thought. Someday...you won't even know it's coming. This will be the last time you'll ever fuck with me again.
"Earth monkey Dib! What are you doing lying there is that puddle of human-juice?"
Dib winced in immense pain as Zim kicked him. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
The alien mumbled something and kneeled down to untie the human boy. With a smirk of satisfaction, he stood up again, holding out a hand. Dib took his hand gratefully.
"Thanks," said Dib, "but...why did you help me?"
Zim laughed lightly. "Because only I can attempt to kill you. You're mine, Dib human."
His...?
Dib smiled and ran all the way home. Back in his bedroom, he was going through all of his alien hunting gear, searching for something. Anything that would hurt those boys. Even in highskool he was being picked on, and this was going to be the last time. Never again.
He had already made up his mind.
Going to have more up soon. Like it? Slash coming up soon. Deaths. Violence
Chyeahx.
GhostIce