A Heart To Mend sequel to Alien Love
Ok, SOOOO sorry it's taken so long for me to get this sequel to Alien Love started, but I had other fics I was working on and it took me a while to get this chapter figured out. I warn you it's a bit short, but it just basically reflects on what happened where Alien Love left off. Hope you enjoy!
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My life has never been the same…no one knows me, the real me, they don't…remember…who I am, what I like, what I've done. But I guess I shouldn't be complaining, I suppose I should be taking this chance at happiness while I can, but it's hopeless without…
…Her.
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Chapter One- Remembrance
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"Z-Zim!?" Dib stuttered, taken aback once again at the surprise of there being no true Kat. "I-I, y-you…" He scooted away from the green alien, wiping his lips fiercely. "You kissed me!" He screamed, stopping only once he reached a wall.
Zim laughed, the rest of his body materializing slowly into his true form, the last remnants of Kat disappearing forever. "That is right you brainless human. I had Kat give you the most intimate, loving thing a human can give, and with that kiss, so you call it, I have brought you down to your knees!" His laugh rang through the room at a piercing volume, Dib cringing at the sound.
"N-no…" He muttered incoherently, his eyes jammed shut as he fought the inevitable tears. "No."
"YES! You pitiful, useless human!" Zim cried, a smile, so wide Gir was sure he could wedge a watermelon through it, spread across his face. "You were, am, and always will be worthless to Kat…and nothing more but a bump in the road for the all-mighty ZIM!" The green alien's laughter bounced off the walls, penetrating Dibs shields and piercing his ears.
Dib's mouth opened in effort to snap back, but instead of words he let out a heart-stopping, gut-wrenching scream. His eyes turned to slits as he jumped from his crouch, charging at Zim for all he was worth. Within a second he had ran into the alien, knocking and pinning him to the ground. "You LAIR!" He screamed, raising his fist, his eyes flooded with malice. "I'll kill you!" He hissed, his fist coming down full force on Zim's left cheek.
Zim's head slammed into the ground, his body rigged and unmoving. 'What is…happening?' He thought, his mind racing yet his body frozen.
Dib rose his fist again, slamming it hard into the already bruising part of the Irkin's face. "You liar! LIAR! I hate you! I hate you!" His fist rose continually, following the same routine it had before, over and over, time after time, punch after punch.
Five minutes later Dib looked down to Zim, sweat dripping down his face as he greedily took in the putrid air. Zim lay there, beneath him, his face pounded into the ground, green blood oozing out of the many cuts across it. "Z-Zim?" Dib stuttered, the realization of what he had just done falling on him like a bag of bricks. "Zim? Say something! Zim!" He reached down and grabbed the alien's shirt, shaking him rapidly, his head being thrown around like that of a rag dog.
But it was no use, Zim was knocked out cold…or worse.
Dib let go of Zim quickly, the limp body dropping to the floor with a sicking thud. "What…w-what have I done?" He mumbled, his words slurring in a drunken manor. He looked to his hands, terrified, green ooze dripping from them to the floor. "I…I killed him…killed Zim!" Dib screamed, turning and running as fast as he could away from the body on the floor. 'What have I done? What have I done!?' He screamed inside his head, the refreshing wind against his face barely being noticed.
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The rest is just a blur, a dark abyss of ships and tears. All I know is that one moment I was running for my life and the next I was in my bed, Gaz by my side comforting me, Dad in his lab working on a way to see what I had seen, to know what I knew. I suppose he'll never stop being a scientist.
And now, here I am, in high school, my junior year, my unusual hair with my usual glasses, my unusual coat with my usual clothes, my unusual ways with my unusually right-sized head…never really thought I'd grow into it so-to-speak.
The bell just rung, I better get going, Mr. Bitters will be angry if I miss first period math again, I've already missed it three times this semester. But it is so hard to think about math when you have one incident, one that was so damaging that you can't stop thinking about it for six years running through your mind.
"Suddenly, math doesn't really seem to have a point."