WHOA! What did I just do?! I uploaded the wrong story! xD if you were wondering, it's from my OTHER story, Painful Encounters. So, this is SUPER embarrassing! Hopefully this will fade away... o,o" *hides in a corner*
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Come in!" I said. I just got done changing my shirt. I switched into a green tanktop with a baggy turtle neck. Zim stepped in.
"I'm sorry about that earlier Zim. I had a spaz attack when a spider hopped on me..."
"Th-that's not what I came here for..." he said nervously, and he began to fiddle with his antennas.
"Hm?"
"I-I think I kinda, well I uh, I lo-"
SMASH!
I felt glass shards imbedding themselves into my arms and neck.
"WHAT THE F***!" I shrieked I got shoved onto the floor, and I was being pinned down by someone. I heard gun shots, and I screamed bloody murder. I managed to look at the source of the sound, and Zim's shoulder was bleeding. He was standing on spider like legs from that backpack thing. I began to scream insults at whoever was on me, and especially the one that shot Zim. I began to struggle and squirm.
SNAP!
The weight on me got thrown off, and I bolted up. I grabbed my lamp and threw it and it smashed it on a mans head. They were wearing black suits. Holy s***! The frikin government was here! I tackled the man when he was dazed, and I threw him off balance. I yanked his gun out his hands
BAM!
I just shot someone. I just killed- no, murdered someone! There was this hole in his forehead. What if he had a family. A little boy, and a mother that needed him. Maybe even a baby on the way. I stood up, he tried to kill us, self-defense, but still...
"Hurry! Melania, follow me!" I pulled myself out of my dazed state, and I dashed after an injured Zim.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The men were trying to kick the door down. I yelped and I was lifted up onto the ceiling by zim. Oh god I was scared of heights. I was scared of heights, but I was fearing the ground even more. He pulled us deeper into the cords and cables in the ceiling. I watched men pour out into the living room. They swamped the place, and they had guns, big guns. They scanned every inch of the house. Guns went off and I held back a scream of terror. The Feds came back, with a dead gir in their hands. I held back tears. They marched Gir out of the house, and rage boiled up inside me. They held Oscar like one would a suitcase, rough and painfully. They walked out, and they finished searching the house, and thank god most left, a few was still here, but we might be able to knock them out. I looked at a pissed off Zim.
"Stupid humans!"Zim hissed quietly, "They bugged my Lab and my Voot Cruiser!"
I had no idea what a Voot Cruiser was, but it sounded like something important.
"W-what are we going to do?" I whispered. Zim closed his eyes, and he was in deep thought. He opened them. He wordlessly climbed up the cords squeezing us through small gaps, and there was a vent.
"C-can you open it? I-I'm not feeling too good..." he said drowsily he weakly released me I crawled up there, and kicked it twice. It busted off and the cold air of outside blew in. Zim looked pale, and his arm was soaked in pink blood. He weakly crawled up to me, and I pulled him through the gap to the now open vent. His spider legs went back in, and he weakly stood up, and collapsed onto me, nearly knocking me on the ground. I had him wrap his arms around my neck and he rested on my back.
I was glad that I had to climb trees to get to Oscar when I was training him. I eased off of the entrance, and grabbed onto anything sturdy enough to hold our weight. I finally made it to the ground, and I climbed over the wooden fence.
"Do you know were to go?" I questioned Zim.
"Anywhere but here..." Zim said shakily. I sighed and I walked towards my house. I wasn't going to go in there, but there was a large patch of woods near my house. I walked to a dark alley way that was abandoned, and I laid zim down. I took a piece of sharp glass, and cut my turtle neck off, exposing my neck to the cold weather. I wrapped the pieced of fabric tightly around his arm, stopping the blood flow. He looked sickly. I would do anything to save Zim, even killing myself.
I placed him back on my back. And I walked through several alleyways, all leading to my house. After a few minutes, I arrived. I dashed behind the houses, and ran behind anything I could hide behind, and I entered the woods. I hurried down to the most secluded part I could find. I set him down on the leaves of the forest. He was pale, and unconscious, if not dead. Come on! Don't die on me Zim!
"Zim!" I called out. He groaned faintly.
"ZIM!" I shouted. His eyes fluttered open.
"Huh... what?..." he managed to groan.
"D-do you have anything to get this bullet out?!"
"M-my PAK..." he mumbled, he leaned over and the little 'PAK' opened. I dug around, and I found a long pair of tweezers.
"Th-there's a syringe in there too..." Zim coughed. I found a syringe with some source of purple fluid in it. I rolled zim over and untied the fabric wrapped around his arm. The bullet grazed the bone, and it nearly reached an artery. I took the tweezers and I inserted them into the hole. Zim hissed through his teeth, and I pushed deeper until I found it. I carefully yanked it out, and Zim gasped sharply from pain. I dropped the bullet, and applied pressure with the fabric in hand.
"Th-The medicine, i-inject me with it." Zim said weakly. I grabbed the syringe and yanked the cap off. I inserted the needle into Zim's arm, and quickly injected it. I continued to apply pressure to his wound. I applied pressure to his arm, and his breathing became shallow. His eyes began to close.
"ZIM! DON'T DIE ON ME!" I yelled. He faintly responded and he closed his eyes. His breathing stopped. I felt his chest, where his heart might be located. I found it, and it was beating weakly. I continued to apply pressure, and check his heart frequently. And it stopped. It just stopped. My whole world came crashing down.
He was dead. Just dead, I frantically felt around his chest. Maybe I just didn't feel it. I prayed that was it, but I couldn't find it. I laid my head down on him. I just lost my only friend. First it was my mother, my brother, Oscar, and now Zim. I could live any longer. Zim put my life back together, and now he's dead. Just like my mother and brother. Oscar was gone, and so was Zim. Why should I live any longer? I should just kill myself, to get it over with. I should go back to his house, and make the Feds shoot me. That would be my best option. And I never told him I loved him. I never did. Not once. Now he's gone, and he doesn't know it. Stupid me! I hope I rot in hell!
