Changes and Revelations.
This is my first fic in this subject and I hoped to do my best to keep the characters in character, while making them seem to have grown and matured a bit. Only a bit.
Please enjoy, it is ZimxDib, so if you don't like, don't read. There will also be mild torture in the later chapters, along with extreme views (ones that aren't matched by myself). Once again please enjoy, no flames.
Thank you.
Chapter One.
Alone.
From childhoods hour I have not been
as others were; I have not seen
as others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
my sorrow; I could not awaken
my heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then -in my childhood, in the dawn
of a most stormy live- was drawn
from every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliffs of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the thunder and the storm,
And that cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allen Poe.
Dib looked at the words on the page before him as he sat in the library, the soft silence surrounding him. Thankfully, this was one of the few places where he could find some peace and quiet, no kids or teachers, no bullies, nothing. Just one ageing librarian, Miss Daisy-May, that would leave you alone so long as you didn't do anything to try and harm a book, if you tried to do anything so barbarian as draw on a book or damage a page, she'd be on you like a demon from the pits of hell.
But since Dib respected books and knowledge, there was never any chance of him doing anything to get chased out. Miss Daisy-May didn't even mind that he would eat his lunch in the library, since he'd pointed out on day one of Hi Skool, that he only had sandwiches in his lunch and drinks were always bottled so avoid spillages.
Odd really that that was were he had first spotted the changes in his arch-enemy, Zim.
The little Irken was not so little any more, but he'd never manage to hit the heights of a normal human. His five foot two frame was still as thin as ever, but Dib knew not to underestimate him -unlike others since they'd entered Hi Skool. Then again, Dib wasn't the short little weed he used to be. Now he was a tall five foot nine, tall enough to tower over many of the other students but he was still as thin and wiry as he been as a young teenager, only now he was stronger. He may be thin, but he was strong. The constant battles over the years with Zim, had shaped his body into a better fighting machine that many people realised.
That was part of it though, he'd thought. When he'd first been reading up on a poem for English Lit -Alone, by Edgar Allen Poe- and it'd struck him how similar the references were between himself and the poem. About not being the same as the others around him, about seeing a demon in his view.
He'd always hated Zim, always thought of him as the evil alien Invader, despite evidence to the contrary. The fighting was no less vicious, no less painful or deadly. In fact, it had only gotten worse as the pair of them had grown in strength and mind, using various plots to try and capture or cripple each other. Dib's reflex's weren't on par with Zim's, but they weren't slow enough to get him killed either. He knew that given a chance, Zim would kill him.
But then doubt had entered his mind. Would Zim kill him?