Not really my best work, but ah, well. I haven't written in a while, so they're a little OOC. (It's a valentine fic, they HAVE to be.) It's kinda like IRken mentalitly mixed wioth expressions of love. (shiver)Oh,yeah. Characters: Jhonen Vasquez. Song: Good Charlotte. (PRAISE THEM BOTH!) I changed ONE word, but oh, well. Sue me. Or don't, if you prefer.

Oh, my love, please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands,
And we'll start a new life

Zim pushed his way down the crowded Skool hall toward Gaz. She was talking with her friends, and turned toward him.
"Hi, Gaz," He said. She smiled, but it was only a second later that Dib pushed between his sister and the alien.
"Gaz, don't talk to him, he's an alien!" Dib shouted at her. She glared at him, but allowed herself to be pulled away. Zim sighed, and looked at the floor. He saw a peice of paper. His name was on it. Stooping, he picked it up, recognizing Gaz's spidery handwriting.
He opened the note.
Zim, It read, I'll meet you tonite, outside your house at eight. My brother's going to one of his stupid meetings.
Zim stared at it, read it twice. Then he grinned. It was an evil grin, because that was the only kind he could do, but the idea was right.

That night, he waited outside his glowing green house. He had to keep himself from bouncing up and down when Gaz came around the corner. She had a cloak on for some reason, but he knew it was her.
"Hi, Gaz," He said.
"Hi, Zim. Look, I can't stay here for long, I think Dib's got one of his stupid friends following me. But I just wanted to tell you that I think you're not stupid." Coming from Gaz, Zim took this as a compliment.
"I think you're not stupid, too." "I just wish there was some way we could get my brother to leave us alone forever." A second cloaked figure came around the corner. It stopped, and hurried the other way.
"Shoot, I think that was one of them," Gaz said, backing away from Zim. "I have to go, but I want you to know I would give up anything to be with you." She hurried off, Zim watched her go. Then he walked slowly back to his base.

Two days later, at two in the morning, Gaz reached the front of the line for the new Gameslave III. She had been waiting for three hours. Dib had dropped her off, but she had to walk home, because he was going to an Eyeball meeting. She tore off the wrapper, and was already on the second level when she walked out of the mall.
A small boy followed her, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Some guy gave me a shiny thing to give this to you," he said, handing her a folded sheet of paper.
Peering at it, Gaz saw it was Zim's handwriting.
She opened the note, and read it.
Oh, my love, please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands,
And we'll start a new lifeI don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is
That I love you
Tonight

That's kind of weird, she thought, reading it. What is he talking about? Something in the back of her mind nagged at her, but she ignored it thoroughly. She went back to playing her game, but she walked a little faster. The words had freaked her out a bit.
When another person approached her with a folded sheet of paper in their hand, she walked faster, but they caught up with her, and shoved the note into her hand without a word, and walked off.
He dropped you off I followed him home,
then I,
stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew
Had to do
Cuz I'm so in love with you
Oh, my love, please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands,
And we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is
That I love you
Tonight

"This can in no way be good. Not at all," Gaz mumbled to herself. She folded her gameslave and shoved it in her pocket, taking off at a run for home. She had barely locked the door behind her when she saw another note taped to the inside of the door. With trembling hands she tore it down, unfolding it slowly.
There was
Police and…
Flashing lights, the rain came down so
Hard that night
And the head line read,
A brother died,
No tell tale heart was left to find
you mourn the death
of your bloody valentine, the
night
he
died
you mourn the death
of your bloody valentine,
one
last
time
"Oh, my God," she said hollowly. She grabbed a portable phone, and started to dial nine one one. Then she stopped herself.
"You're over reacting," She told herself. "Get a damn grip. Go up and look in his stupid paranormal room. There's nothing there." Slowly, she started to walk up the stairs. Dib's room was right at the top of the stairs. His door was closed, as usual. There was another note taped to it.
She tore it down, only glancing over the words.

I ripped out
his throat
and called you on the telephone
to take off
my disguise
just in time to
hear you cry
when you
you mourn the death
of your bloody valentine, the
night
he
died
you mourn the death
of your bloody valentine,
one
last
time

With a shaking hand, she turned the doorknob, pushing the door open. She flicked on the light. And saw her brother lying on his bed.
Most of him. The walls were splattered with blood, and there were scorch marks all around. Part of the bedspread was on fire.
The phone rang, but Gaz didn't hear it. She was screaming too loud.

Four miles away, Zim held the 'phone thing, listening to it ring. He wondered why Gaz hadn't picked up yet. The cameras he had planted in the house had just showed her walking up the stairs. She should have found her valentine surprise by now.
He held the phone with his shoulder, thinking back to their brief meeting.
I want you to know I would give up anything to be with you, she had said. "It's what she wanted," he muttered, and listened to the phone ring.