(GAZ'S POV)
A tired looking young woman strolled to the big wooden doors ahead of her, the fading shade of twilight falling upon the vast sky above. Hesitantly, she grabbed the iron handle that was drilled into the door and stepped into the church, where there were an endless number of friends and family, gathered together in mourning and sadness.
Each and every person was wearing black hues on their clothes, due to the fact that they were all at a wake. The gothic teen's eyes widened when she spotted her father standing near her brother's casket.
It was her brother's funeral. The girl, however, pushed this thought out of her mind, ignoring the white casket sitting at the front of the church. Strolling down the aisle, she sat in one of the front pews that were reserved specifically for the family members and bowed her head, refusing to let her eyes wander to the coffin that held her brother's body hostage.
Gaz was in denial. She didn't know that she was, but she always pushed away the thought that her brother, Dib, had passed away. A bullet wound in his shoulder; that's all it took.
That's all it took…
(ZIM'S POV)
The Irken flipped down his mirror from the roof of his spacecraft as he parked in the church parking-lot, giving his appearance a quick check.
A black, shaggy wig sat atop his head, hiding his dark blue contacts with long bangs. His clothing was none other than a formal black suit, tie, and white long sleeved shirt underneath. The alien decided to loosen his long tie and unbutton the first button on his shirt, becoming agitated and uncomfortable with the tight collar surrounding his green neck. The teen programmed his PAK on his back to change to a dull grey, and kept his casual black converse on his feet.
Zim sighed, disliking the choice of style he was forced to wear to the depressing occasion, and left the vehicle, heading to the entrance of the building.
Stepping inside, his thin antennas perked under his wig, recording the sounds of weeping and stories about family experiences with Gaz's brother, Dib, whose funeral took place. Patting his wig down, the alien shuffled into the room, eyeing the white casket at the end of the aisle.
His memory flashed back to the hospital, the image of a weak, lifeless body sprawled out on a bed in front of him; Gaz was curled up on the floor, muttering comforting words to herself, stating that it was just a dream, stating her denial.
The Irken's attention left the casket and he looked over to the man who was standing just beside it, looking down on it with an empty sadness welling up in his face. He wore a black lab coat, black gloves, and a set of grey goggles on his head; it was Dib and Gaz's father, Professor Membrane.
A tiny prick of pity crept through Zim as he stared at the widowed father, now without a son. He never fully understood the reason for parents, but he knew they were a great deal of love for humans. Prof. Membrane losing his only son would hit him hard, especially since he was packed with guilt knowing that he should have been there, always caught up in the realm of science.
Tugging his attention away from the father, he looked into the wooden benches lining the sides of the church, which were filled with depressed friends and mourning family members until he recognized a beautiful girl hiding herself in an empty pew. Her head was hanging, letting her curly purple locks shield her face.
Turning around, she scanned the people behind her and found an uncomfortable, yet formal green teenager, who was walking slowly up to her. She half smiled at his somewhat formal appearance before welcoming him into the pew beside her.
"You look nice," Gaz stated, eyeing her visitor. Zim chuckled quietly, and glanced over at the glowing beauty beside him.
"You don't look half-bad either," he replied.
Her attire consisted of a short, black poofy skirt that was covered in dark red lace, and a black corset top lined with zippers. Her shoes were just simple black flats with a leather bow fringed with zippers on each foot, matching her corset, shortening her height and making Zim taller.
Gaz nudged Zim with her elbow, accepting the compliment and tiredly looked up as the priest started the evening funeral session.
(Author's Note)
Yes, this is the third story to my trilogy consisting of: Someone, Somewhere , Angel ZAGR, and Dear Insanity
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