My Own Judas
Invader Zim belongs to Jhonan. The poem "My Own Judas" belongs to me. By the way I may turn this into a longer story but I'm not sure yet tell me what you think
Maybe it was wrong for me to sell him. He really cared about me and as crazy as it seems I really cared about him. I can't help but feel it was like I kicked him while he was down.
The day I found it was just like any other day. I showed up at the Swollen Eyeball Agency and was ready for another day of work. I was assigned to clean out Zim's holding cell Agent Nessie said it was his last request. At first I couldn't find why it wasn't until later that I figured it out.
The cell was just like any other. I stripped the small bed and disposed of his clothes. When I lifted the pile of old invader's robes, I found it. It was a plain sheet of paper and I went to throw it away when I noticed it had my name on it. I opened in up and found it to be a poem. It was written in a beautiful script and the first line made my breath catch.
My Own Judas
Betrayed the one who loved you true
There is nothing else I can do
I asked for help, you turned you back
You came on strong like a heart attack
You have no regrets as you sell your friend
Its time for your tyranny to come to an end
You think you shall be rewarded but truly you shall be shun
Like Judas who killed himself, when he knew what he had done
Tears slipped from my face. Zim was right I sold him for something small and stupid. I sold him for a place in the Swollen Eyeball Network. I sold my friend for what I thought I had always wanted but what I really wanted was someone who cared.
I resigned from the network. I returned to his house and I found Gir. He helped me shut down the house. The robot was sad. All life was drained from his eyes. They where no longer a bright cyan blue but instead where a light blue.
I then knew what I had to do. Now next to my mothers grave stands a stone the only thing written on the stone is the poem. The grave contains two things the core of his house and Gir. The original copy of the poem is framed in my office. I had finally figured out that I truly was his Judas and I betrayed him
