Happy Valentine's day, ZADR Style! I own no characters, they belong to Jhonen Vasquez.
The box had stupid little red hearts on it. Of all the paper, it had to have those stupid little hearts.
"Well? Open it!"
I wasn't that naive. The minute that paper tore the box would blow up in my face, and oh how that little green twerp would laugh. I wasn't opening anything.
"Well?"
"Hold on, Zim. I want to give you something, too."
I pretended to fish for something in my pocket. My fingers brushed over the handle of my knife. Zim leaned in, trying to see what I was doing. In an instant I drew my hand out of my pocket and, gripping the box by its tacky red bow, slammed it as hard as I could into him. Red exploded outward.
"You bastard!"
He lunged at me and I dropped the box, careful not to land on it as he tackled me backwards. I had hardly hit the floor before flipping us over, taking the upper hand. He clawed at my face, trying in vain to reach my eyes. The handle dug into my leg but I ignored it, focusing on pinning Zim down. His claws dug into the material of my shirt, tearing it. I slapped him hard across the face. I loved this shirt.
His spider legs burst from his pak, throwing him upward into me. I was sent sprawling to the floor, frantically dodging the sharp ends of the legs. Zim launched at me, letting loose volley after volley of attacks. I dodged, keeping the upper hand.
"Dammit, Dib!"
I had been taller than him for nearly a year, and it was getting to him. I thought I saw a tear run down his face, but it was gone in a second. He grabbed at me, wrapping his hands around my throat, using his spider legs to anchor him. I trued to push him away, but it was no use.
With trembling hands, I fumbled in my pocket, trying to unfold the blade. I couldn't see; my eyes were open.
The knife slid into his chest as easily as butter. He gasped, a rattling, gasping sound, and released me. I struck again, and again, ending it, ending his damn nightmare forever.
He falls backward, slamming straight into the battered box. It breaks open as he lands, Red and white flying out, forming an aura around him.
Wait… Zim's blood is green.
A single white petal lands on his chest, stained with his blood.
There was a note, fluttering with the rose petals.
I didn't read it.