Raindrops
I watch.
As the tiny little acid drops fall upon him, searing. Screams.
I don't think I will ever forget that noise.
It was excruciating, listening to that while I was inside safe from those horrible little drops of death. His death.
...I feel sick.
Transfixed as his skin is ravaged by the very thing that sustains everything living on this wretched earth.
...
Now I sound like Zim. Almost.
He's screaming louder, and is that? Tears...?
No, it must be the raindrops.
Yeah, its the raindrops.
He's calling for someone, but I can hardly make it out.
...Dib...!
Did he just call my...
No.
Perhaps just an echo.
My eyes start to waver. He's scraping his claws on the cold cement ground, coughing and bleeding, screaming, gasping for what little air he can take.
...Dib...
The softest plea.
I watch.
I want to.. almost, just... help..him?
But I can't.
Sad, isn't it?...
My throat rasps and I begin to choke. My insides burn, screaming... my eyes begin to bleed with drops of his acid.
Then... its gone.
Perhaps it was just the raindrops.
Fin