Hello everyone. This is the end of my little story, it won't be the last
story I write, however. I hope you all enjoy reading this. Note: This
chapter is most enjoyable when listening to sad music or angry music, like
Linkin Park or S.O.A.D
or something. Have fun.
oO`*`Oo
They all stood facing each other, Dib and Nian near the street and Zim in the middle of the yard. Nian broke the silence. She looked Zim straight in the eyes and asked "Well?"
"Oh yes, since we have passed the formalities it's time to battle. I hope you had a nice life." Zim said with a cute smile. As soon as finished the sentence he ran straight at Dib. He pinned Dib to the ground and pressed some buttons on his PAK. Suddenly a strange sword materialized in Zim's hands.
The sword's blade was a glowing violet color, it almost seemed liquid. The handle was a deep crimson, the color of dried blood. The handle had some very odd symbols carved into it. The symbols were Irken for "And so said the Tallests..."
Zim sighed happily. "I love traditional Irken weaponry. It's so fun and easy to use! Plus, I hear it's quite painful to get stabbed with one of these. Well, I'll let you be the judge of that." Zim plunged the sword deep into what he was Dib. All he found when he opened his eyes, however, was a blackened, gaping crater in his lawn. Nothing could ever grow there again.
Zim turned his head to see a wide-eyed Dib panting and scared out of his mind, he had crawled out from under Zim during his little speech.
Nian was just boredly staring at Zim. Obviously unimpressed by this display of power. She rolled her eyes and walked over to Dib, who was still freaking out.
She gave him a bored look, much like the one she gave Zim, and pushed something into his hands. Dib regained his senses and looked down. It was her ribbon! Sure enough, he looked at her neck and in place of the ribbon was a long, deep scar. Nian gave Dib a sweet, forlorn smile and uttered "Just in case, if I don't make it out of this fight...there's something to remember me by..."
Before Dib had time to protest, she had bolted after Zim and threw a barrage of punches at him. Only a few actually hit him, but one of Nian's punches caught Zim off guard and one hit him the side of his skull. It caused Zim to fall over, he laid in the prone position for about half a second before weakly flipping over. His vision was still a little blurry, but it became clear soon enough.
Nian was standing about two feet in front of him. She had a manic smile plastered to her face as she approached Zim, blades in hand. Zim tried to scoot backwards, but soon his back was against the wall of his house. In his panicked state he didn't think of getting up. Or maybe he did, he was semiconscious after that blow to the head though, so it's doubtful he could have. For a second, Nian's eyes met Zim's. His eyes were glistening, perhaps, was he crying? 'For who? Probably himself.' Nian thought bitterly. Zim bowed his head.
"Nian...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I don't expect forgiveness, but please just acknowledge my great...sorryness. May I please just have one final request?" Zim said in a soft voice. Nian looked at him harshly, but did not protest, so he continued. "Will you at least end my life with an Irken weapon? It's shameful enough to be killed by a 'human', but being killed with such a primitive tool...I would shame the entire empire...please..." Zim held the weapon in front of him, his eyes still on the ground, he offered it to her. He wasn't really holding it, it was suspended about three centimeters above his hands. After what it did to the grass, Nian was hesitant to touch it. She decided to grant his last request however.
She threw one knife onto the ground beside her, and slowly reached for the sword.
Suddenly Zim flipped his hand over and grabbed the sword. Before Nian could register what was happening, there was a sickening 'Shhck!' noise. Zim had sliced Nian across the torso with his sword.
"Fool...I've won...You actually fell for that." Zim had a sadistic glint in his eyes.
At first Nian felt an unbearable wave of heat followed by an arctic cold. Nian felt like she had the flu. What had he done?!
Dib saw what had happened, he grabbed the knife Nian had discarded and did some things a bit too gruesome to describe. Let's just say they were similar to the stories Nian had told him earlier about her cousin. You can use your imagination from there. After five minutes, Zim had stopped moving and Dib's trenchcoat was covered warm, sticky alien blood. He turned and ran to Nian, who had curled up in a ball, and was half crying. She'd never felt like this before. She felt as though her soul, the very essence of her being, was unraveling. Almost like it had shattered. She felt a warm jabbing pain in her chest too.
'Nian! We...We did it..." Dib became sullen when he saw the wound. At first he didn't know what to do. He thought of the hospital, but he doubted they knew or cared about alien technology. Besides, there was no way they could make it to the hospital in time, Dib could feel it. Dib looked around helplessly, then he bent down next to Nian and did the only thing he could. He held her.
*~*~*~*~*
In his arms, Nian felt warm. The wound had been gushing blood for a few minutes now and had slowed to a tragic stream. Nian's heart was slowing. He held her closer. It wasn't fair, she had just come into his life and now she was leaving. Her quiet sobs and gasps for air made him feel like dying on the inside. There was nothing he could do for her, except be near her in her last moments here. They both knew it. She was going to die soon.
Nian started crying. She was so scared. Would she go to Heaven? Was Heaven real? Would there be anything waiting for me? Why God? Why me, why now? She had a million questions, but they would never get answered. The pain was thick and heavy and unforgiving. It felt as though her lungs had been crushed, perhaps they had been. "Oh, God. My vision is blurring...no....this can't be happening...I thought, that maybe...maybe for once..." She coughed violently and some blood came to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were half closed now, she was shaking. "I would know happiness....you, made me happy Dib...for once, I was happy with the world..I-I...Dib...I"
"I love you too, Nian." Dib said, in a calm voice. He was trying to hold back his tears. He leaned down and their lips met. They kissed until Nian's last breath was just a fading memory. Dib cradled her in his arms, for how long I cannot say. He finally gave in and the tears streamed down his face from under his glasses. He looked at his cold, silent angel, he looked at Zim, then he looked at the daggers. He looked at them for a long time. Perhaps...it was his time. His only friend had gone, his rival had been defeated. Both motivations to remain on this Earth were no more. He smiled weakly. He was free.
"Wait up Nian...I'm coming too...I'm free too....free" With a sob and a weak laugh, Dib plunged the dagger deep into his heart. It hurt, for a moment or too, but finally, his body went numb. The world faded out, and Dib departed.
oO`*`Oo Tear jerker, huh? I was half in tears when I wrote this. This was my first fan fic. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I'm thinking of writing one about the Tallest next. Thank you to all my loyal fans and thank you to anyone who took the time to read it. It would mean the world to me if someone would review to let me know my efforts are not in vain. Thanks again.
Yours Truly,
Doom-Muffin
They all stood facing each other, Dib and Nian near the street and Zim in the middle of the yard. Nian broke the silence. She looked Zim straight in the eyes and asked "Well?"
"Oh yes, since we have passed the formalities it's time to battle. I hope you had a nice life." Zim said with a cute smile. As soon as finished the sentence he ran straight at Dib. He pinned Dib to the ground and pressed some buttons on his PAK. Suddenly a strange sword materialized in Zim's hands.
The sword's blade was a glowing violet color, it almost seemed liquid. The handle was a deep crimson, the color of dried blood. The handle had some very odd symbols carved into it. The symbols were Irken for "And so said the Tallests..."
Zim sighed happily. "I love traditional Irken weaponry. It's so fun and easy to use! Plus, I hear it's quite painful to get stabbed with one of these. Well, I'll let you be the judge of that." Zim plunged the sword deep into what he was Dib. All he found when he opened his eyes, however, was a blackened, gaping crater in his lawn. Nothing could ever grow there again.
Zim turned his head to see a wide-eyed Dib panting and scared out of his mind, he had crawled out from under Zim during his little speech.
Nian was just boredly staring at Zim. Obviously unimpressed by this display of power. She rolled her eyes and walked over to Dib, who was still freaking out.
She gave him a bored look, much like the one she gave Zim, and pushed something into his hands. Dib regained his senses and looked down. It was her ribbon! Sure enough, he looked at her neck and in place of the ribbon was a long, deep scar. Nian gave Dib a sweet, forlorn smile and uttered "Just in case, if I don't make it out of this fight...there's something to remember me by..."
Before Dib had time to protest, she had bolted after Zim and threw a barrage of punches at him. Only a few actually hit him, but one of Nian's punches caught Zim off guard and one hit him the side of his skull. It caused Zim to fall over, he laid in the prone position for about half a second before weakly flipping over. His vision was still a little blurry, but it became clear soon enough.
Nian was standing about two feet in front of him. She had a manic smile plastered to her face as she approached Zim, blades in hand. Zim tried to scoot backwards, but soon his back was against the wall of his house. In his panicked state he didn't think of getting up. Or maybe he did, he was semiconscious after that blow to the head though, so it's doubtful he could have. For a second, Nian's eyes met Zim's. His eyes were glistening, perhaps, was he crying? 'For who? Probably himself.' Nian thought bitterly. Zim bowed his head.
"Nian...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I don't expect forgiveness, but please just acknowledge my great...sorryness. May I please just have one final request?" Zim said in a soft voice. Nian looked at him harshly, but did not protest, so he continued. "Will you at least end my life with an Irken weapon? It's shameful enough to be killed by a 'human', but being killed with such a primitive tool...I would shame the entire empire...please..." Zim held the weapon in front of him, his eyes still on the ground, he offered it to her. He wasn't really holding it, it was suspended about three centimeters above his hands. After what it did to the grass, Nian was hesitant to touch it. She decided to grant his last request however.
She threw one knife onto the ground beside her, and slowly reached for the sword.
Suddenly Zim flipped his hand over and grabbed the sword. Before Nian could register what was happening, there was a sickening 'Shhck!' noise. Zim had sliced Nian across the torso with his sword.
"Fool...I've won...You actually fell for that." Zim had a sadistic glint in his eyes.
At first Nian felt an unbearable wave of heat followed by an arctic cold. Nian felt like she had the flu. What had he done?!
Dib saw what had happened, he grabbed the knife Nian had discarded and did some things a bit too gruesome to describe. Let's just say they were similar to the stories Nian had told him earlier about her cousin. You can use your imagination from there. After five minutes, Zim had stopped moving and Dib's trenchcoat was covered warm, sticky alien blood. He turned and ran to Nian, who had curled up in a ball, and was half crying. She'd never felt like this before. She felt as though her soul, the very essence of her being, was unraveling. Almost like it had shattered. She felt a warm jabbing pain in her chest too.
'Nian! We...We did it..." Dib became sullen when he saw the wound. At first he didn't know what to do. He thought of the hospital, but he doubted they knew or cared about alien technology. Besides, there was no way they could make it to the hospital in time, Dib could feel it. Dib looked around helplessly, then he bent down next to Nian and did the only thing he could. He held her.
*~*~*~*~*
In his arms, Nian felt warm. The wound had been gushing blood for a few minutes now and had slowed to a tragic stream. Nian's heart was slowing. He held her closer. It wasn't fair, she had just come into his life and now she was leaving. Her quiet sobs and gasps for air made him feel like dying on the inside. There was nothing he could do for her, except be near her in her last moments here. They both knew it. She was going to die soon.
Nian started crying. She was so scared. Would she go to Heaven? Was Heaven real? Would there be anything waiting for me? Why God? Why me, why now? She had a million questions, but they would never get answered. The pain was thick and heavy and unforgiving. It felt as though her lungs had been crushed, perhaps they had been. "Oh, God. My vision is blurring...no....this can't be happening...I thought, that maybe...maybe for once..." She coughed violently and some blood came to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were half closed now, she was shaking. "I would know happiness....you, made me happy Dib...for once, I was happy with the world..I-I...Dib...I"
"I love you too, Nian." Dib said, in a calm voice. He was trying to hold back his tears. He leaned down and their lips met. They kissed until Nian's last breath was just a fading memory. Dib cradled her in his arms, for how long I cannot say. He finally gave in and the tears streamed down his face from under his glasses. He looked at his cold, silent angel, he looked at Zim, then he looked at the daggers. He looked at them for a long time. Perhaps...it was his time. His only friend had gone, his rival had been defeated. Both motivations to remain on this Earth were no more. He smiled weakly. He was free.
"Wait up Nian...I'm coming too...I'm free too....free" With a sob and a weak laugh, Dib plunged the dagger deep into his heart. It hurt, for a moment or too, but finally, his body went numb. The world faded out, and Dib departed.
oO`*`Oo Tear jerker, huh? I was half in tears when I wrote this. This was my first fan fic. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I'm thinking of writing one about the Tallest next. Thank you to all my loyal fans and thank you to anyone who took the time to read it. It would mean the world to me if someone would review to let me know my efforts are not in vain. Thanks again.
Yours Truly,
Doom-Muffin