A single crimson drop fell to the pavement.
Quickly a small pool of red collected beneath the boy's feet; a long silver PAK leg protruded through his chest and out of his back.
"Z...im..." He whispered, his breath catching, ending in small gasping pants.
At the other end of the PAK leg stood a green skinned being with eyes as bright red as the boy's blood. The antennae on his head lay flat against his skull, his zipper-like teeth bared in a hostile grin. His body was held suspended in the air by the remaining three legs sprouted from the metalized PAK on his back; making him level with the human skewered through one of the deadly appendages.
"Dib," Zim replied, his grin widening as more blood fell, it coated the ends of his PAK leg and soaked through the boy's blue shirt. He retracted all four limbs back into his PAK, landing agilely on his feet while his counterpart landed harshly in a collection of his own lifeblood.
The boy, Dib, gave a sharp intake of breath, eyes squeezing shut in pain. The other's grin faltered briefly but it was back in half a second. The human, opening his eyes, brought his hand to cover his side, hopelessly trying to stop the blood flow.
The invader's footsteps echoed through the empty space as he approached.
Dib looked up to have his eyes meet ruby ones, Zim's face mere inches from his, looking over him; probably evaluating his victory. Weakly he propped himself up on his elbows, giving up on trying to save himself now, it was too late.
"Any last regrets human?" Zim asked, his warm breath falling across Dib's face.
Dib didn't respond to the alien for a moment, his eyes far away, the way he always looked when thinking hard about something, Zim had decided the human wasn't going to say anything before his eyes re-focused on Zim, his lips parting as if he were about to say something.
With much effort Dib pushed himself up further on his elbows, leaning forward and closing the space between himself and his former nemesis and making it nonexistent. His lips pressed against the invader's, he found the other's lips surprisingly warm.
Zim's eyes were wide, he was frozen, crouching rigidly above the boy he had just potentially killed as he stuck his lips to his own in the strange human gesture of love. His shock was broken when he felt something warm and wet against his lips now; he was brought back to the present and his response was a small gasp, allowing the foreign tongue to invade his mouth. Zim's own body responded before his mind or PAK could advise him otherwise. His thin serpentine tongue twisted around the others as he pulled the boy closer; surprising both Dib and himself before after a moment the boy had to pull away.
"None at all..." Dib answered in a murmur, his hand, which had found it's way to Zim's face now fell away.
Zim laid his body gently on the ground, carefully fixing the crooked glasses on the human's face. He straightened up and without another glance, turned and walked away, back to where he left the Voot.
"It was better this way," Zim murmured, not without a hint of bitterness. "It's better..." He looked up at the forever red-orange sky, instead of clouds the sky was crowded with Irken cruisers harboring more invaders, and among them, the massive where his Tallest waited for him to signal the start of the invasion.
"Mastah! WHERES BIG HEAD BOY?" GIR, Zim's defective SIR unit asked when he arrived to his cruiser.
"He's gone GIR, let's go," He said, moving past him to get to the Voot.
When the invasion started the first bombs were dropped by the massive, from his place on the leader ship Zim could see the small town where he had lived for five earth years go up in flame, imagine all the humans being burned alive, and the screams of the many unlucky ones who would wait in agony for hours as their skin smoldered until the final firing of the organic sweep cannon would end their misery. All because of him, all because of his mission, his duty to his Tallest; an entire planet would be destroyed and taken for the Irken Empire, and he was okay with that, he had served his people well.
Dib's fate was better than this, the invader thought, he died honorably, trying to save the planet that shunned him, even when they both knew it was hopeless; And in the end it was Zim, the Irkens who won.
So then... why did he feel so numb inside...?

Okay, this has to be my favorite out of anything I have written, just saying ^^