Title: Hatred
Cartoon: Invader Zim
Our relationship is filled with hatred and hatred alone. He attacks me, I attack him. We bloody each other. A few months ago, we secretly began making bets. Whoever won the battle that day got to have almost ANYTHING from the loser.
I once lost to him, and he made me watch as he blew up random things in town. I screamed for him to stop, and it made no difference in what he did. It only made his cruel laughter get louder and louder until it rang in my ears. I could hear him for days…. Laughing at me. Mocking me. Making me hate him more.
He lost to me not too many weeks ago, and I kept him on a table for a few days. I poured water on him and did experiments on him. I left him awake to make sure that he had to endure as much torture as any of the people that died that day. He was scarred for life. I felt like I had done something right, for once. He is like putty in my hands. Of course, as am I in his own.
Not long ago, we were in the middle of a crazy, blood-filled fight. We had searched for ideas online, and had both taken weapons from places "unknown" and said that they were borrowed, when we knew that they weren't.
Using a chain like a whip, I swung it around, and hit his arms, leaving red whelps on his body that stood out from his usually green skin.
He had a nail gun and shot me in the shoulder. I collapsed in agony. Trembling, trying to keep himself from crying, Zim called his weird robot, Gir, and ordered him to come to the school and rescue him.
I grabbed some rocks and began throwing them with the arm that wasn't in pain, my left one. I aimed for his ugly head. He dodged them weakly and took out a laser. Then, he stopped looking pitiful. Even though he was quite a few feet away, I felt like he was standing over me as though his confidence made him taller. He aimed for my head, and I saw the weapon begin to glow. He told me that it would be my last day, and I believed him. I couldn't get away in time. Then, everything went dark and silent.
We were both in the hospital. The nail had been removed from my shoulder, and I was bandaged. Zim's arms were sporting twin bandages, as both of them were on equal sides of his arms. He was still asleep. Carefully, and even though it caused me more pain, I sat up.
I thought things over. When I thought that Zim was finally going to kill me, my life flashed before my eyes. He popped up many times. I realized that he is always on my mind, no matter what is happening in my life. He made me realize my goal. I have to keep living to see him die. He is what really brought my hatred for living to life, and he is my purpose. I wish him dead.