I have always imagined what it would be like when I finally won. I always expected it to come, and now that it finally has it comes when I was expecting failure. I've imagined the fame, glory, even money that would come with my final win. The many scenarios that I have gone through all seemed more victorious then this one. I thought that winning would be worth all of the suffering that I had gone through to reach this point. But I suppose nothing will allow me to forgive that. This doesn't taste like victory.

I thought I would laugh when seeing this, my revenge, but it has not reached my thoughts. I feel the bile rise in my throat as I stare at the destruction I have caused. The entire world is dieing. It's people are flying. Fire is spreading wildly through a plain of metal and charred alien flesh can be smelled among the smoke. Screams from this race that called themselves the greatest now come in the sounds of pleas. I never thought I would hear them cry for mercy after all what they had done. They cry for a savior. My people did not even do that as they died away. But none of them here will live and I will watch them all die. I know that it is justified, that these people deserved this fate that I have now pushed upon them. None of that makes it better. My insides still squirm at the sight, smell, sound of this. They will continue to do so for a while. Some things I can just tell.

This was not my fault. It started by my enemy. My perfect opposite. Behind my eyes I can see the scars he has inflicted in my mind. Behind my eyes I can see his expression with the flaws he continues to find. We will never be similar, we could never be friends, we could never do anything but loathe each other. He despises me for my race. I despises him for his prejudiced face. He started this war and so I decided to end it. This is it's end, is it not my own? But I have not yet destroyed you. Until I do that, there will be no victory.

I should leave. The planet is destroyed and soon it won't be able to support any life, not even the artificial kind. I walk down the burning streets, hearing death surround me. Have you ever heard the sound of an entire dream being crushed? I thought that sound would be worse then this, but no. The sound I hear now, the sounds of a planet's life being smothered is much worse. I never considered how many dreams I would be crushing for this. I do not regret this though. I don't suppose anyone will understand it, not regretting something this horrible. I have turned into a monster.

The wall caves in with a small touch of my hand. I stand there, waiting to see what awaits me on the other side. I see him peer up at me and see my efforts in his eyes. He is broken, completely broken. This is the position I have long awaited to see him in. Despite this, I notice that I am not completely satisfied. If I am not satisfied with this, I must have been devoured a long time ago by hatred.

"Are you giving up?" I ask. I will not believe it. What will I be left with if he gives up? It will not release me, not unless I defeat him absolutely with him at his best. Anything less will destroy me.

"Never!" he spits the words out through blood. The blood is dried and could choke him if he allowed it. Which he never will. If we each had one thing similar, it would have to be this.

"Then are you coming?" I smile and reach a hand down for him. I know that only way I will have won would be if I destroyed him. No planets, no people between us. I want a fair fight, me against him. Then I can prove to him that I don't need anything to destroy him. I need this more then anything.

Please take my hand Zim. I need to destroy you myself.

He takes my hand and I help him up. He only appeared weak, as he didn't really need me to come to his feet at all.

"Zim will live for revenge!" he hisses at me.

"I know," I respond, though I don't understand what he means, though I expected him to say just that. How can he want to work to revenge his people who hated him? He constantly surprises me. But it makes little difference what he says now. He will not ever get his revenge and my revenge will not be complete until I have been able to wash my hands clean in his blood.

How ironic.

I thought victory would taste much sweeter.

I have always thought that if Zim destroyed Earth, Dib would destroy Irk. Seems fair enough.

It is hard to write in first person present term, I keep messing up the tense. Well, do people like this? R&R