A dramatic twist. o.O Tell me how you like it. Mostly from Dib's point of
view, but there are a few times it switches. You'll have to guess.
"You've never really know
That when the white flag is flown
No one, no one, no one has
Won the war."
~"The Flag," Barenaked Ladies
How did we get here?
Oh yes. It started after the night you came back. You greeted me at my doorstep with an unexpected and sudden embrace. There was little moonlight, so I could just barely make out your silhouette against the darkness of the night. I never expected you to come back, not after the two years where we never talked. I wanted to ask you how you were, did you still want to take over the world, were you still the same? But you didn't seem to want to talk. You were holding me as though it would make everything else in the world go away. We stood out there a little while, just like that. That was our little white flag between us, the truce to our war. And that's all we needed.
Now, it's just you and I, alone it the park. Me and a gun, aimed at your head. You're trying to destroy the human race. How could this happen? Should I even stop you? I think you want me to kill you. If you go back to your home planet, they'll kill you anyway, or so you tell me. I think again of the night you came back to me. You just held me, and, just for one moment, we didn't have to live in a world like this. Now you begin to walk toward me, a slow death march. I know you aren't human, and your heart is not human either. Born and raised on a different planet, where nothing matters but the mission. But I am human. Just a pathetic, selfish human. How could we ever understand each other, in a world like this? I miss those nights, childish and lost in our own world. It's a cold jerk into reality, and my finger quivers on the trigger. I don't want you dead. You stop walking, five inches away. Close your eyes.
*BAM*
You fall, immediately after the shot pierces the hallow air. What? I catch you, tears and blood flowing freely between us.
That shot was not intended for you. You blink dull brown eyes at me, your face framed by jet black hair and crimson blood, and smile. A soft whisper, "I love you…"
Mother…am I flying? I've always wanted to fly. Over the stars. No…just falling. I always knew I would. Who will catch me?
/We sit together, looking up at the stars and saying nothing. Wasted our youth, even though there wasn't really much to waste. Life all feels like a prison, and maybe after death is when we'll be free. But not now. Now, all we can do is watch the stars and wait for times like these, where we are together, and wait for life to end, where we always will be. I could tell you I love you, but is there is little point . Now there is nothing between us but unsaid words. They are miserable little worlds, the ones you and I are so attached to. But with you, even if you go home and never come back, even if you die and there is nothing left but my memories, you make it a world worth living in. And I will always fly./
"You've never really know
That when the white flag is flown
No one, no one, no one has
Won the war."
~"The Flag," Barenaked Ladies
How did we get here?
Oh yes. It started after the night you came back. You greeted me at my doorstep with an unexpected and sudden embrace. There was little moonlight, so I could just barely make out your silhouette against the darkness of the night. I never expected you to come back, not after the two years where we never talked. I wanted to ask you how you were, did you still want to take over the world, were you still the same? But you didn't seem to want to talk. You were holding me as though it would make everything else in the world go away. We stood out there a little while, just like that. That was our little white flag between us, the truce to our war. And that's all we needed.
Now, it's just you and I, alone it the park. Me and a gun, aimed at your head. You're trying to destroy the human race. How could this happen? Should I even stop you? I think you want me to kill you. If you go back to your home planet, they'll kill you anyway, or so you tell me. I think again of the night you came back to me. You just held me, and, just for one moment, we didn't have to live in a world like this. Now you begin to walk toward me, a slow death march. I know you aren't human, and your heart is not human either. Born and raised on a different planet, where nothing matters but the mission. But I am human. Just a pathetic, selfish human. How could we ever understand each other, in a world like this? I miss those nights, childish and lost in our own world. It's a cold jerk into reality, and my finger quivers on the trigger. I don't want you dead. You stop walking, five inches away. Close your eyes.
*BAM*
You fall, immediately after the shot pierces the hallow air. What? I catch you, tears and blood flowing freely between us.
That shot was not intended for you. You blink dull brown eyes at me, your face framed by jet black hair and crimson blood, and smile. A soft whisper, "I love you…"
Mother…am I flying? I've always wanted to fly. Over the stars. No…just falling. I always knew I would. Who will catch me?
/We sit together, looking up at the stars and saying nothing. Wasted our youth, even though there wasn't really much to waste. Life all feels like a prison, and maybe after death is when we'll be free. But not now. Now, all we can do is watch the stars and wait for times like these, where we are together, and wait for life to end, where we always will be. I could tell you I love you, but is there is little point . Now there is nothing between us but unsaid words. They are miserable little worlds, the ones you and I are so attached to. But with you, even if you go home and never come back, even if you die and there is nothing left but my memories, you make it a world worth living in. And I will always fly./