A/N: So I don't really know what this is, I was listening to Let Go by Red and well this popped into my head and just wouldn't go away. Not sure if it will make a whole lot of sense though. WARNINGS: Character Death, mild violence, non graphic suicide, angst, and mild ZADR. If you don't like any of this then go away.
let go- Red
Blood both red and pink dripped onto the floor, the color swallowed up in the dim lighting. Harsh breaths and small grunts of pain were heavy in the thick air. Fists clenched as blood welled up in his mouth. What the hell was his problem? He was the only one! THE ONLY ONE who had been there for the Irken! THE ONLY PERSON to stand by him after the Tallest had abandoned him! He was so sick of this, so tired of the alien!
"I'M NOT YOUR HUMAN PUNCHING BAG ZIM!" He screamed, knocking the smaller male to the floor and punctuating his statement by smashing his fist into the already bleeding face of the Irken. Rage blurred his vision for another moment before he slumped against the alien. Three fingered hands came up to stroke at the scythe-like lock on the top of the human's head. "I love you." the Dib-clone whimpered against the alien's chest.
Zim did not respond. He had long since become used to random and violent outbursts from the clone as the real Dib's memories began to resurface within its new body, all in disarray, sometimes ones from their violent childhood and others from their new found fondness of each other. The real Dib was in the ground. The real Dib had been killed by one of his own pathetic species in their moving deathtraps that they called transportation. It was not a worthy end for the Dib-beast. He was only allowed to die at Zim's hands…. He created a new one, implanted the mind of the original and destroyed the human who had done his Dib-worm harm.
"let me go." He whispered against the alien's chest, the arms around him tightened in response and he tried again. "let me go Zim." He looked into the Irken's scarlet eyes, searching them for understanding. Amber eyes that used to glow as bright as Irk's sun were blank, dull, and lifeless. The spark of ambition had died; the smoldering flames of determination were nothing but ash. He was fading away. He was already dead, no matter how hard he tried to bring him to life. The human pushed away from the alien and walked over to the metal table in the middle of the room. "Nothing makes sense any more. I can't be who I was. I'm never going to be the same Zim. I'm fading away…" he looked at the alien again. Is eyes, still lifeless, pleading to be released, begging for his alien to have mercy. "Let go…."
Zim rose to his feet, ignoring the pain that covered nearly every inch of his lithe form. He approached the Dib-clone, and gently allowed his fingers to caress the human's cheek. Although the gesture was foreign he pressed his lips to the human's. the kiss was meaningless. Empty. He was an Irken. He had no emotions of love. But perhaps... perhaps if he did…they might have been for the Dib-beast.
"I'll release you…Dib." He whispered into the human's ear, then turned on his heal and left. Wincing when he heard a scalpel draw across skin the moment his back was turned.