I'm officially putting my Tak and Tenn smut on hold for now due to lack of reader intrest. I have been inspired by "The Dib" to do this story, and several like it. Welcome to the golden age of character death. I may use this as a part of a later story. I don't own Invader Zim, or any characters within the IZ universe. To "The Dib": Thanks for the ispiration.
Settling An Old Score
Zim lay on the floor, bleeding from the wound in his shoulder. He painfully pulled the throwing knife from his flesh, and dropped it to the carpet. His eyes widened with fear as Tak stepped closer, out of the shadows.
"Hello, Zim" Tak said, her purple eyes narrowed in pure hatred. "Weren't expecting me, were you?"
"Tak? B..but, how?" Zim trembled, crawling backwards. Tak smiled an evil smile.
"Does it matter?" Tak replied. "I told you I'd be back." Zim managed to get to his feet, but Tak quickly rushed him, sliding a long, icepick-like blade into his abdomen, as she lay her left arm around his shoulders. Zim coughed. His knees buckled, and as Tak slowly slid the cold steel from his body, he slumped again to the floor. "No big plans, no lasers, no space battles, this time." Tak whispered, kneeling over Zim, who now clenched his teeth in pain. "This time, you sad little idiot, it's just you and me."
"G...Gir...Gir!" Zim called. "Help...me." Tak smiled again.
"Gir? You mean your little robot?" She asked innocently. "Sorry, I had to do something while I was waiting on you to get home." She noticed Zim's worried look. "Oh, he's all right. In fact, all 683 pieces of him are just fine."
"I'll...I'll..k...kill...you." Zim stammered painfully, as his blood pooled around him on the floor.
"Really?" Asked Tak, feigning surprise. She glowered angrilly. "Why not? You already ruined my life!" Zim rolled onto his stomach, and tried to crawl away. Tak brought her heavy boot down hard on the side of Zim's knee. With a sickening crack, she felt his leg break. He whimpered in pain. "Remember?!" Tak plunged the blade into Zim's PAK, which emitted a spray of sparks and smoke.
"No!" Zim gasped weakly. "Please, Tak. I'm sorry. I'm..." Tak shoved her boot down on the back of Zim's head, burying his face in the carpet. She grabbed one of Zim's antennae in each hand, then twisted them around each hand once, just for a better grip. She heard Zim's muffled screams as she slowly pulled on the appendages. "Mmmmmmph! Mmmmm!" It was music to her ears, and she smiled sadistically. She played the game for a while, enjoying Zim's screams of pain. Then, with a final pull, the antennaes were torn out by their roots. She pulled her foot away, and Zim rolled onto his back. Tears poured from his red eyes, and his breathing was slow and labored. Tak nonchalantly cast the antennaes away. She loomed over Zim, looking down on him without an ounce of sympathy in her eyes.
"How does it feel, Zim?" She asked coldly. "You're dying. You're dying, and I won't do a thing about it but watch." Zim weakly lifted his right arm toward Tak. "What is it, Zim? You...you want to say something?"
"Please." Zim whispered, tears streaking down his face.
"Please?" Tak repeated stoically. "You're nothing. You're a joke to the Tallest, and the rest of your race. Killing you is like killing a cockroach." She kicked Zim hard in the side, feeling ribs break under the blow. "Only I'm enjoying this a little more." Zim coughed, and a small stream of blood ran from the side of his mouth. He sobbed lightly.
"T...Tak." He rasped. "I'm...sorry." Tak knelt next to him, and placed her head close to his. She let her bottom lip trail up the side of his cheek seductively.
"It's too late for that." She whispered, and plunged the blade into Zim's heart.