Chapter Five - Showdown at Six
Dib arrived in front of the freakish little green house at around six o'clock. Knocking on the door, he realized how cold it was. And it was near the end of spring. He figured it was the chill of death in the atmosphere. Never before had he been so lonely, so sad, so tormented, knowing he had blood on his hands. Syntillia's life. Resignedly, he put his hand to the door and knocked. Zim jumped at his sight upon greeting him. It figured, he had forgotten to check who it was.
"Get a grip, Zim. I'm not here to kill you or capture you. I'm here to die." Zim opened the door wider, and gave a quizzical expression. "Syntillia. With my luck, they cut into her while YOU escaped. Well, I know you've wanted to do this for a long time, so I figured I should at least go with making someone slightly happier. I want to die, Zim. And I figured you'd be more than willing to help me out with that." Zim said nothing. "I'm responsible for her death, Zim. And I love her. I'm getting treated like a hero, when I should be getting the death penalty. I'm a murderer, Zim. And I can't live with that. Not when she's innocent.
"I got these. They are her rings that exiled her here to Earth. I want to die with them on. That way I'll know what it's like to be a prisoner for no reason and be betrayed by the one I thought I could count on. Myself." Dib clasped the rings around his neck and faced Zim. "Kill me, Zim. In whatever way possible." Zim, wondering if it was a trap, hesitated. "Kill me, Zim! Now!" Shakily, he picked up a gun and aimed it to Dib's head. He never would've thought his enemy would ask for his death. A shot rang out, and when Dib fell to the ground, a small photo of Syntillia fluttered to the floor beside him. As the blood oozed from his head he felt relieved, for along with his blood, his guilt and burden was released. He closed his eyes until they were mere slits and then breathed his last breath. A sigh of relief that had been the burden of his affection for the one who bore the rings of metal and the heart of gold.
Okay, I know that sucked, but I wrote it in January of 2002, so oh well.
Dib arrived in front of the freakish little green house at around six o'clock. Knocking on the door, he realized how cold it was. And it was near the end of spring. He figured it was the chill of death in the atmosphere. Never before had he been so lonely, so sad, so tormented, knowing he had blood on his hands. Syntillia's life. Resignedly, he put his hand to the door and knocked. Zim jumped at his sight upon greeting him. It figured, he had forgotten to check who it was.
"Get a grip, Zim. I'm not here to kill you or capture you. I'm here to die." Zim opened the door wider, and gave a quizzical expression. "Syntillia. With my luck, they cut into her while YOU escaped. Well, I know you've wanted to do this for a long time, so I figured I should at least go with making someone slightly happier. I want to die, Zim. And I figured you'd be more than willing to help me out with that." Zim said nothing. "I'm responsible for her death, Zim. And I love her. I'm getting treated like a hero, when I should be getting the death penalty. I'm a murderer, Zim. And I can't live with that. Not when she's innocent.
"I got these. They are her rings that exiled her here to Earth. I want to die with them on. That way I'll know what it's like to be a prisoner for no reason and be betrayed by the one I thought I could count on. Myself." Dib clasped the rings around his neck and faced Zim. "Kill me, Zim. In whatever way possible." Zim, wondering if it was a trap, hesitated. "Kill me, Zim! Now!" Shakily, he picked up a gun and aimed it to Dib's head. He never would've thought his enemy would ask for his death. A shot rang out, and when Dib fell to the ground, a small photo of Syntillia fluttered to the floor beside him. As the blood oozed from his head he felt relieved, for along with his blood, his guilt and burden was released. He closed his eyes until they were mere slits and then breathed his last breath. A sigh of relief that had been the burden of his affection for the one who bore the rings of metal and the heart of gold.
Okay, I know that sucked, but I wrote it in January of 2002, so oh well.