Gray Revenge (Part 2)

By Sarah Wiltshire

(Fateschild)



Tak looked hurt.

"Tak, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

Tears filled her sypethetic eyes.

"I didn't mean that I hated you, just that you are not like everyone else...like me."

Tak wiped her eyes. He cared; at least he still cared. Zim looked interested at where this was going. He had always had a crush on Tak, and Dib always got in the way. 'Oh he's so dreamy!' 'Zim, I can't believe I'm in love with a human!' Puh, poppycock. Zim gave Tak a shoulder.

"Did Dib insult you?"

Tak gasped as she saw Dib slink off again.

"Damn it, Zim! Now look what you did!"

Zim sighed as Tak pushed him away and sat over in a far corner of the fenced off area. Again, Zim failed to capture her heart. Zim looked up at the clouds.

"Till tomorrow."

At the end of skool, Dib walked timidly home. Tak tried desperately to catch up. Dib pulled a small knife out of his pocket.

"Dib! Wait!" Tak screamed.

Too late. Dib thrusted the knife in his chest and fell over in pain. Tak sobbed as she scooped up his poor body.

"Dibby, it'll be ok. I promise!"

Dib looked up at her weakly.

"Don't let it be ok. I want to die, and if you save me, I'll try to kill myself again!"

"Dib, you can't give up!"

"I gave up a long time ago, Tak."

Dib died in her arms, and Tak cried, thinking of how she could care so much for a human, since she was Irken.

Tak wore her opal earrings and necklace the next day. Kids at skool began rumors of how Dib died. They talked and gossiped all day. All day long. Tak sat in the far corner of the recess area. Tears filled her eyes. How dare they spread false rumors for the brave soul they killed? Tak looked over at the children playing in the autumn leaves. Then, she noticed a boy leaning on the wall of the skool. He stood there, like a statue. Tak closed her eyes and sighed. When she turned around to face the boy again, he was gone.

In class, Tak pondered about the boy, he was quite solemn indeed. His black hair dropped down to his eyes, messily. Just as Mrs. Bitters lectured about old medieval torture, the door locked. Mrs. Bitters unlocked it, and continued with her teaching. Disobedient, the door locked itself again. Then, the chalk scraped across the board, spelling.

It's real.

The entire class pointed at it, and Mrs. Bitters erased it, getting annoyed. The window burst open, scaring the girls in the class.

"Mary! Shut the windows!"

Mary did as she was told, but they reopened, and the poor girl, not knowing what else to do, slammed them back, shut. This time, the window stayed shut, but the latch moved slowly, locking the windows. Mary sat back down, helplessly. Tak swallowed hard and tried to figure out what was going on. A figure came up from the tiles of the floor. The boy! His black hair was hanging down in his deep black eyes. Dib! Tak's heart melted for the boy. Tak imagined him alone on this cliff with rose petals floating around him; he had that type of tranquillity to her. Zim had quite a different perspective on Dib, which, by the way, was actually correct. Zim knew Dib wouldn't leave them alone without a fight. The chalk re-writing on the board proved it.

Death.

Zim wetted his lips and looked bravely at the force before them. Dib opened his sharp eyes to Torp. He looked like he was going to cry, but acted like there was a deep fire burning within him. He turned over Mrs. Bitters's desk furiously. A kid screamed and pounded at the door.

"Damn it, you think you can escape? Now you know how I felt! I couldn't escape alive, and neither shall you!"

Dib lifted his hands, and the kid put his own hands to his neck and squeezed himself, crying. Dib broke his own concentration, and left the kid gasping for breath. The kid reached for the key, but the key floated to Dib, mocking the poor child. Dib, then, brought the key to his bluish lips and swallowed their only hope of survival. The kid screamed, and jolted towards Dib, in anger. Dib slammed the child into the wall. Blood ran out of his head.

"Don't you get it? There is no escape! I'm not letting you go! You guys are as good as dead, like me!"

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I found a good song to go with this fic, but it won't make any since till you read the next chapter, the final one. It's actually kinda cute. I might finish it real quick. I actually am having fun with this story. By now, you probably think I'm crazy, but all this bad really turns good. Please review. Oh, and thankies to all who have reviewed, you are the only reason I'm still writing for Invader Zim. Honest.