Last Promise
Notes: I haven't written in a long time.. Anyway, if ya guys have read JtHM #7 this has the same feel. Well, kind of towards the end. Once you start reading you'll understand it more.
Summary: Zim and Dib have been together for nearly a year, Zim has been on earth for four years. With echoing demands from the Tallest start to arrive with news of a war against the Irken defenses, Zim has no choice but to slip back to his home planet, leaving happiness aside and re-claiming the reason he had landed on earth in the first place. However, what about Dib? Will he wait? What's to come? Prologue begins with their last battle.
Warning: Slash. Zim/Dib themes.
Disclaimer: Invader Zim material and characters are all copyrighted to Jhonen Vasquez. I have no right to them, I merely borrow them.
Prologue: Defeat Me
He had sealed off the exit to the lab, and now Dib found himself lurking amid shadows. He backed up--against the outer metal of the doorway, trying to prop it open or locate any weak field for it to suddenly open, making his escape complete. However, Zim had outsmarted him. He had fallen right into a tangled web he could not seem to inch out of. Dib tried again at propping the door open. He had foiled almost every one of Zim's pitiful attempts to destroy him, yet this one was proving difficult. Dib scuffed, and realized that for one painful moment he was alone. Alone with his throbbing temples, which hands had been trying to massage.
A shadow suddenly came alive, marking the silhouette of the slim irken invader. A reflection of his personality those scarlet eyes were. Bright and vibrant, marking for danger. They held no emotion, just seeming slightly irritated and bright. Dib had gone over the edge this time. The lanky teenager snorted--to show he was not afraid. No, he was better then that. He wouldn't let Zim break him, and cause fear to dwell within him.
With the lethal air of a gun, Zim cut into Dib's view with a few steps in front of him. A smirk twisted along his lips as he eyed the brave black-haired boy temptingly. "So nice of you to drop in Dib." The words flowed from his mouth mockingly, and shattered Dib's trail of thoughts. Dib's eyes narrowed behind his eyeglasses and his gaze met that of the invader. "I've got more information then I need." Dib spat challengingly.
Zim raised a hand in the air and broke out into a high-pitched laughter. "Yes, now you might have, human. However, as you can see your escape is meaningless now. I have sealed all exits off, so that you are trapped here." Zim's arms came against his sides--watching Dib's face fall. However, he was determined not to give into him--he clutched the side of his trench coat tightly--contained in his pocket was a small camera pen that contained precious files he had tapped from Zim's computer.
"You could've. I'll get out, Zim. I always do." Dib hissed, pointing a finger in the invader's way before sidestepping him and trying to slip behind him in an attempt to find an exit. "That didn't take long." Zim replied smoothly, as he turned around and hooked his arm around Dib's own. "You're forgetting Dib, it's been three years. And I've become smarter. I'm not stupid enough to fall for your tricks." Dib gasped in protest before smug realization smacked him in the face. His rival had manipulated him. The very thought sent a violent shot of adrenalin throughout Dib's veins.
"You...alien scum." He choked out, biting his lower lip, while trying to free his arm.
However, Zim didn't reply, he twisted his arm back forcefully causing Dib to cry out, before slipping his leg back--kicking Zim violently in the shin. Zim loosened his grip on Dib's arm and it was enough for him to squirm out of it. Once he realized he was free, Dib began a mad retreat across the dim lab--trying to find a quick exit that would allow him through. By this time, Zim had recovered--eyes dancing with rage he was stalking after Dib. Aware of his presence, Dib masked up against the wall in silence. However, Zim was too quick, and too light on his feet. A fist came flying at his face; Dib caught his wrist before dashing the other way.
"You started this war, Dib. Now you're going to watch me win it!" He snarled.
He didn't reply. He needed to get out, now. Zim was already three steps behind him. The rage that flooded him was unbearable. He had postponed the invasion long enough. Why? Because of Dib. Stupid bigheaded Dib. The human who kept poking his nose into every little thing he had ever done. Never had he gotten any peace. All Zim wanted was to be accepted as an elite Irken Invader. He was the reason he wasn't there yet.
Fed up, Zim finally tackled Dib to the ground in a kicking frenzy--with Dib struggling to fight back. Claws visible through tender black gloves, Zim looked down at Dib--whom was looking restless with tasseled hair and all. Zim licked his lips and smirked. "You, kid--are a problem." He growled before he raised his right hand-and brought it down the right side of Dib's head. The other boy reacted with a howl of pain. Eyes tightly shut, two of Zim's claws had made a deep intent down just above his eye and well below. The mark resembled a straight scar. The tickle of blood soon followed from the wounded area.
Zim looked down at his claws, and down at Dib, who was clutching his eye. His rival. The one that had focused so much energy and time on him. Squirming under his grasp. Zim could've finished him off with one deep slash to the throat. However, he stopped. Fingers blood-coated, Zim reached inside Dib's trench coat and pulled out the small camera. He crushed it within his hand before gathering to his feet. He retreated to a wall, pushing a small red button. The exits trembled, and unsealed.
"Go, Dib." Zim whistled flatly. He had won more then he wanted.
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[Present_Day]
A finger tapped the lone old scar that still was sown into Dib's features. He winced as Zim touched it, but the question following shocked him.
"Are you scared of me, Dib?" Zim whispered.
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