**looks like all my chapters will be pretty short … **
**Kree**
Feebly, Dib trudged through the 6-inch high snow. His footsteps grew heavy each time. Soon, the snow grew from 6-inches to over a foot. All the pain from the blows from the bat put him through pure torture. Lifting his head through the snow became tiring. The snow blew at his face, past his glasses, and into his eyes. He squinted to see where he was going, because most of the snow anyway had completely covered the lenses in his glasses.
Dib had no coat, except his own trenchcoat. It usually protected him from everything else, but it can only take so much. His father had never really gotten the time to buy him one in years, and his old one didn't fit. Snow began to pile inside his boots, freezing his feet. He shuddered as the cold icy wind brushed against his cheeks and through his black hair. He began to cough and sneeze violently.
Finally, his legs grew weary and he couldn't take it anymore. He fell into the snow closing his eyes, know he was going to die a long, suffering death in the snow, but he didn't care. He doubted anyone would miss him. His family could care less; Gaz wouldn't mind having the annoying pest gone and it would take weeks before his dad knew he was gone. He had no friends whatsoever and the teachers hated him. And Zim? The whole purpose of their pointless lives was to battle to death. Enemies to the end. Zim had won. He wondered did these people see his suffering, his torture, his pain? Did they see he lost his dreams, hopes, and future? Did they see he had had nothing? Did they see he was in sadness and loneliness?
He lost all conciseness and his last thoughts quickly disappeared.
Zim squinted his eyes in the snow. He didn't know where he was going or where the heck his base was. He had been wondering for over a half an hour, going in circles. As he passed the school again, the snow began to pound harder against his back. Staying in the stupid cold human weather was worse than death and hell itself.
Finally, he scanned across the endless fields of white, and spotted; black. He neared closer and closer to it: It was a familiar arm in a familiar black sleeve. Zim knelt down digging into the snow and saw familiar black hair. It was … Zim began digging vigorously. He lifted the lifeless figure in his arms. It was Dib!
Zim froze. Not out of coldness, but out of confusion. He had no idea what to do. One part, the larger part much bigger than the other told him to leave Dib there. Leave him to die and claim his victory. They had sworn that one of them would kill each other. The world wasn't big enough for them. Dib was his sworn enemy. After he got rid of Dib, than his mission was a nice smooth easy ride without any pests annoying him. Leaving him to die and finding his own safety seemed like the better option.
But then the tiny other part told him to help him. To get him out of the snow. It was just some unexplainable reason that made Zim try to wake Dib up.
"Wake up. Dib, please wake up." Zim began to shake him. Zim blew on his hands to make them close to warm. He placed them on Dib's frozen lifeless cheeks, trying to warm him. Trying to wake him up. He couldn't.
He looked sadly on Dib's pale face. He had really failed. Zim had won against his enemy, but had failed bringing his enemy to victory. A closed up part of his mind, or maybe his heart, controlled Zim completely. He leaned over and kissed Dib.
Zim didn't want to go back to his base. Sure, now he could invade the Earth without any problems, but what was the purpose of that? Zim had fun and looked forward to having Dib come in and try to ruin his plans. He liked being chased now and threatened. Dib had become a part of him. Zim decided that he would just stay out here; out in the freezing cold until he died: with Dib.
"Zim?" Dib's voice murmured. "Is that you?"
"Dib!" Zim gasped. "Dib, you're alive!"
"Zim … why … why are you here? Why are you holding me?"
"Dib, stand up. I'll help you get to my base." Zim stood up and held his hand out to Dib. Dib struggled to his feet as he took Zim's hand. But because he was still weak, he fell onto Zim. Zim put his arm around him, Dib, around Zim. As they walked, Dib lost conciseness again and Zim tried to carry him with his arm around him.
He wandered around for a long time with Cy. Finally, as he stared through the snow, he spotted his house. His heartbeat quickened. He carried Dib to the door and went inside.
**Plz review!**
**Kree**
**Kree**
Feebly, Dib trudged through the 6-inch high snow. His footsteps grew heavy each time. Soon, the snow grew from 6-inches to over a foot. All the pain from the blows from the bat put him through pure torture. Lifting his head through the snow became tiring. The snow blew at his face, past his glasses, and into his eyes. He squinted to see where he was going, because most of the snow anyway had completely covered the lenses in his glasses.
Dib had no coat, except his own trenchcoat. It usually protected him from everything else, but it can only take so much. His father had never really gotten the time to buy him one in years, and his old one didn't fit. Snow began to pile inside his boots, freezing his feet. He shuddered as the cold icy wind brushed against his cheeks and through his black hair. He began to cough and sneeze violently.
Finally, his legs grew weary and he couldn't take it anymore. He fell into the snow closing his eyes, know he was going to die a long, suffering death in the snow, but he didn't care. He doubted anyone would miss him. His family could care less; Gaz wouldn't mind having the annoying pest gone and it would take weeks before his dad knew he was gone. He had no friends whatsoever and the teachers hated him. And Zim? The whole purpose of their pointless lives was to battle to death. Enemies to the end. Zim had won. He wondered did these people see his suffering, his torture, his pain? Did they see he lost his dreams, hopes, and future? Did they see he had had nothing? Did they see he was in sadness and loneliness?
He lost all conciseness and his last thoughts quickly disappeared.
Zim squinted his eyes in the snow. He didn't know where he was going or where the heck his base was. He had been wondering for over a half an hour, going in circles. As he passed the school again, the snow began to pound harder against his back. Staying in the stupid cold human weather was worse than death and hell itself.
Finally, he scanned across the endless fields of white, and spotted; black. He neared closer and closer to it: It was a familiar arm in a familiar black sleeve. Zim knelt down digging into the snow and saw familiar black hair. It was … Zim began digging vigorously. He lifted the lifeless figure in his arms. It was Dib!
Zim froze. Not out of coldness, but out of confusion. He had no idea what to do. One part, the larger part much bigger than the other told him to leave Dib there. Leave him to die and claim his victory. They had sworn that one of them would kill each other. The world wasn't big enough for them. Dib was his sworn enemy. After he got rid of Dib, than his mission was a nice smooth easy ride without any pests annoying him. Leaving him to die and finding his own safety seemed like the better option.
But then the tiny other part told him to help him. To get him out of the snow. It was just some unexplainable reason that made Zim try to wake Dib up.
"Wake up. Dib, please wake up." Zim began to shake him. Zim blew on his hands to make them close to warm. He placed them on Dib's frozen lifeless cheeks, trying to warm him. Trying to wake him up. He couldn't.
He looked sadly on Dib's pale face. He had really failed. Zim had won against his enemy, but had failed bringing his enemy to victory. A closed up part of his mind, or maybe his heart, controlled Zim completely. He leaned over and kissed Dib.
Zim didn't want to go back to his base. Sure, now he could invade the Earth without any problems, but what was the purpose of that? Zim had fun and looked forward to having Dib come in and try to ruin his plans. He liked being chased now and threatened. Dib had become a part of him. Zim decided that he would just stay out here; out in the freezing cold until he died: with Dib.
"Zim?" Dib's voice murmured. "Is that you?"
"Dib!" Zim gasped. "Dib, you're alive!"
"Zim … why … why are you here? Why are you holding me?"
"Dib, stand up. I'll help you get to my base." Zim stood up and held his hand out to Dib. Dib struggled to his feet as he took Zim's hand. But because he was still weak, he fell onto Zim. Zim put his arm around him, Dib, around Zim. As they walked, Dib lost conciseness again and Zim tried to carry him with his arm around him.
He wandered around for a long time with Cy. Finally, as he stared through the snow, he spotted his house. His heartbeat quickened. He carried Dib to the door and went inside.
**Plz review!**
**Kree**