The clasps tighten around me wrists and ankles. They are so rigid that my ungloved hands and feet are taking on a reddish hue. I woke up this way. I remember that I was walking home, thinking about my newest idea for world domination. I remember that I was thinking about what GIR might have done to my lab when I return home. I remember that…that was all. I can feel a throbbing pain in the back of my skull. The humans. They must have attacked me! They must have snuck up behind me, what filthy, dirty, atrocious these humans are. My vision comes and goes, black and white, everything is spinning. After I wait a few minutes, breathing in and out, I am able to withstand the lightheadedness. I strain my eyes to see around the room. I cannot see anything beyond the bright overhanging light that is above me. I look down at myself. My clothes, my Invader uniform, are gone. I am completely stripped of any decent clothing and I lie bare on this cold, hard iron table. My appendages ache from being pressed against the metal for so long. I do not think I can take this much longer. I see a darker shadow, standing in front of me.

"Hello, Zim."

What is this?! How do the humans know my name? DIB! He must have told them, they must have finally listened to his rants of extraterrestrial life on this stink planet. But, wait a minute, was that not Dib's own voice? The shadow steps closer and the light of the hot lamp show the reflection of huge, round glasses. The figure's coat, hanging against his slim shoulders, drapes over his body.

"This is it."

WHAT?! Dib…he is the one that captured me? But that is not possible. I am ZIM! But, I am here, and he is there. What is that thing he has grasped in his hand?

"It's been long enough."

His slender arm raises and the utensil in his hand flashes a bright light, making me squint my large oval eyes. I am afraid. This Dib human, he isn't capable of killing. But…but, there is his hand and there is the knife.

"No one listens to me."

I cannot do anything. I pull against my restraints; they do not budge. I try to make words, but I become dizzy from the hot lamp above me, the knife's image turns into two, three…

"Oh no, Zim."

Dib leaves my vision for a moment and when he returns I feel wetness on me. Ice cold water. I try to shake the water off my face; it burns. But it also returns me from falling unconscious. I blink back the water that dissolves my dying skin, and I see the knife again, only one.

"This is my moment of glory."

Dib slowly draws down the scalpel. I begin to tremble. I am going to die. I am going to bleed to death. I am going to get cut up into little pieces for the whole world to see, a little freak show for the children to see. The knife lowers until it touches my green skin.

"You are my reason for living, Zim."

I don't have time to comprehend his words, for the knife quickly enters my chest and pulls downward. I can hear my bones cracking, my organs bursting. I can feel every sensation, every tear of tissue.

"I love you."

And I fade away.