Greetings all! I have returned, with the last chapter. Yes, it has to end already. So sad, yes? But I haven't had any ideas in my head that I could drag on endlessly. Myep. Sorry that the chapter came kinda late. I am lazy. If it weren't for your nice reviews, I never would have finished this. Heh. Enough talk, ONTO THE STORY!

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I missed the bus today. It had to be today, of all days, that the fucking bus driver shows up early. Coincidentally, this happened to be the same day my alarm failed to go off. So, I rushed outside, my hair falling in my eyes, to catch a glimpse of a yellow hunk of scrap metal clattering down the street. Gaz was waving a taunting 'goodbye' at me from the backseat of that damn vehicle.

Uttering a string of curses, I walked to skool. Just great. I'd already been late before. My math teacher said if I was late once more, I would have a week's Detention. What fun! It's always been a dream of mine to stay after skool longer to listen to some teacher bellow out why we are horrible people.

Finally, the skool came into view. I glanced at my watch. If I run fast enough, I might make it just in time to NOT be late. So, I head into a full sprint, through the doors and down the hall. Suddenly, one foot trips over something, and I'm sent sprawling onto the floor. I immediately checked my glasses. Just scratched. So, I decided to see what the hell I stumbled over. What do I see? A leg, extended out into the hallway. Not just any leg. It happened to belong to none other than

"Zim," I spoke my enemy's name with as much hate as my voice would allow.

"Pathetic hyu-man! You kneel before the Almighty Foot of ZIM!" He announced to the empty corridor.

I was about to retort a nasty comeback, when the late bell rang. Fuck. All of a sudden, I remembered what I spent all night dwelling upon.

The gun.

I slowly withdrew it from my backpack, making its presence known to Zim. I held it up to the light, letting the florescent glow reflect off its metallic surface. This was my moment. I was going to savor it. Zim did nothing. He didn't flinch. Instead, he cocked a non-existent eyebrow at me.

"What is that? Some primitive Earthen toy?" I aimed the weapon for a nearby wall, and fired. Zim let out an alarmed yelp.

"No Zim," I replied coolly, "It's a gun. We humans use it for defense."

Zim looked back at the gaping hole, now smoldering, in the wall. I saw the fear flash in his eyes. "Well, you missed."

That earned a smirk from me. "No Zim. I was aiming for the wall. This time, I'm going to aim for you head."

By now, the gunshot had attracted students from their classrooms. They saw the gun, held in my power. Terror struck them, and they bolted for the nearest exits.

That's when all Hell broke loose.

Zim melted into the fleeing crowd, and I dove from my sight. I pushed my way through the mob. They bolted from my path without delay. But I didn't care about them. Humans were what I was trying to save. It was the alien I was after.

"Ziiiim," I called out in a singsong voice, waving the gun around. "Oh, Ziiiiiim! Where are you? I just want to blow I cavernous hole in your ugly green head!"

I saw a rapid shade of emerald, followed by a voice. "My head is NOT ugly, stink creature." Thank you, Zim's gargantuan ego! I knew where the voice was coming from: the cafeteria.

The students all looked at me with unease as I entered the cafeteria. They ducked under tables to try and hide from me. I knew Zim was among those people. "If you bring me a short green kid, I'll spare your lives." Of course, I wouldn't have killed them in the first place, but they didn't know that.

I heard hushed whispers coming from the tables, followed by sounds of a struggle. Shortly after, Zim came tumbling out from under a table. "Pathetic humans!" he yelled, temporarily oblivious to the fact that I was standing in the room. "You weren't supposed to reveal the amazing ZIM from his hiding!"

Then, he looked up, and saw me, still holding the weapon that would bring his demise. There was nowhere for him to run. I advanced on him, driving him back to the far wall of the cafeteria.

Nowhere to run, Zim.

"Pitiable stink-creature!" he scowled, trying his best to sound unaffected by my presence. "I am ZIM! And you cannot defeat me!"

A smile crept into my features. I held the gun out, aiming right between my enemy's eyes. "Watch me." Two short, but powerful words. "It's too bad you had to die this way. Kinda seems undeserving." Zim flinched. I laughed. "Wait. You do deserve this."

With those words, I fired the gun. Zim hurtled into the wall, and slumped down to the ground. His head drooped forward, causing his wig to slide off, thus revealing his antennae. The force of the blow also partly knocked off a contact, so that it dangled lifelessly below a ruby eye. Green blood dribbled from the wound, pooling from the floor. The crowd of onlookers gasped. They finally saw the truth: Zim WAS an alien.

I stood proudly over my kill, like the way a hunter does over their dead prey. I had won, and it felt great. Seeing the blood…it made me feel alive. That's when I realized it.

I just murdered someone, and enjoyed it.

It didn't matter that it was my enemy that I killed. I was a murderer. I had cherished every moment of it! The gun quivered in my grasp. I was trying to refrain from killing every person in the room who had hurt me before. Something had snapped, I just know it! After years of mockery, and torment, I had finally lost my mind. It just wasn't like me to bring a gun to skool, just to get revenge. I was better than that. Or, I used to be better than that. All I knew was that I could never be the same.

It had to end.

I pressed the gun to my head. It's ironic, how just yesterday I was stopping Gaz from killing herself, yet today I was about to do EXACTLY what I had tried to prevent. But this was the only way out. I didn't want to be in some straight jacket, living in padded walls. I couldn't do that.

"Goodbye Gaz," I whispered. I knew very well that Gaz was not in the cafeteria, but it would be wrong to leave her behind without saying goodbye. Even though I didn't really show it, I cared about her.

So, with one last shuddering breath, I pulled the trigger.

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That's all folks! The end. You can come out of hiding now. Yep. I should apologize for any spelling errors or OOC-ness during this story. Meh. It was nice reading reviews from people. SO REVIEW! REVIEW, I SAY! Just no flames. I have enough issues already.