I do not own Invader Zim, we all know who does. Mar belongs to me.
What does it mean?
Tak sat on the bed holding the shadowed, bloody figure tightly in her arms. The ambulance didn't seem to be coming, she called twenty-five minutes ago and still they weren't there. The figure limply lifted his head up to look at her; his once shiny, clear blue eyes were now cloudy and flat. He was covered in blood, and it was still soaking through the towel Tak had pressed against the wound, she to was covered in blood. He weakly raised a hand to wipe away one of the many tears that was rushing from her eyes. Tak shook violently as she held the half conscious form in her arms, he was becoming colder by the second, he was dying. Tak looked down at him as she picked up a dry towel and placed it over the large wound in his chest, it had barely missed his heart. He winced at the pain as she put pressure to the wound and let out a faint hiss. However he had lost so much blood she wondered if he would make it. She felt his heart once again slow down a few beats, it was now only doing about twenty-two beats a minute, and that wasn't good at all. He looked up at her as she wiped some tears from her eyes again. He opened his mouth to speak but Tak lightly pressed a finger to his lips.
"You need your strength, please, for me, don't speak..." Tak trailed off, her voice a shaken whisper of anger and sorrow. She bent down and gave him a kiss. It didn't matter to her that they were caked in dried blood that he had coughed up; she was with the one person she had ever loved; yet now all those years of, fun, laughter, love, were fading...into nothing.
He wanted to return the kiss but he was too weak. He wanted to tell her that the ambulance would arrive soon and that he'd get to the hospital in time and be saved. He wanted to tell her who did it and tell her that the authorities would catch him. But he couldn't, he probably wasn't even able to talk anymore. He was in so much pain and his throat was so sore from coughing up so much blood, he couldn't utter a single word. Then he slowly started to relax, he felt the pain drifting away and he felt just how nice it was to be loved by someone, by Tak. Slowly everything faded to black as she removed her lips from his.
Tak looked at him as she saw his eyed glide shut. She realised there was hardly any blood on the clean towel she had over the wound, it must have stopped pumping, which meant one thing. His heart had stopped beating. Tak stopped crying as she heard the sound of an ambulance siren in the distance, getting louder, and louder until it was a matter of minutes away. Again her eyes filled with tears as she started shaking again.
She held him closer and tightly as she let out sobs as tears again flowed down her cheeks. It felt like someone was running a blade down her cheek again and again, she had cried so much that it started to burn.
"No...it can't be, please Irk don't let it be." Tak hugged his body tightly as the pain and reality of it all gripped her with an unimaginable sorrow.
"Mar... don't go Mar I need you. I love you come back don't do this to me." Tak now had her arms around his head cradling him like he was an upset child. She stroked his antennae as she buried her head in his shoulders and cried.
"Why, why you, why me, why us. What the fuck did we do to you huh!? You're a coward you know that. I never did anything to you! I still don't know who the fucking hell you are you bastard but I know I hate you! We didn't do anything to you!" Just then the ambulance crew rushed in with a stretcher and two large bags. They stared in awe at what they saw. Tak turnt round, still clinging onto his body, holding on to all what was left. She gave them a look of distress, as one of them went to speak Tak dropped his body and turnt to face them fully.
"You're twenty minutes too late. It'd been quicker if I bloody got a fucking bus to the hospital. What the hell were you doing? Seeing imaginary traffic lights in an imaginary rush hour!" Tak stood up and punched the wall. Her bare hand buckled under the impact and every bone was broken, and as the blood started to pour through the cuts she looked as though it hadn't even happened. One of the medics grabbed a bandage from his bah and went to Tak and tried to grab her hand to bandage it up for the meantime, but Tak quickly pulled her hand back and glared at her.
"Fuck off! Why don't you just let me bleed to death as well? I've got nothing to live for now. Mar was my everything." Tak broke down as she fell to her knees and punched the floor with her already broken hand.
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Tak suddenly sat upright. Mar was next to her looking very concerned. Tak was covered in a cold sweat and she was shaking from head to foot as tears rolled down her cheeks. Mar moved over to Tak and hugged her tight; Tak leaned into him and continued to cry. She then looked over to Mar with pain filled eyes.
"It was the same one. This is the twenty-eighth time. Mar I can't take this much more." Mar looked at her sympathetically and stroked her antennae in an effort to calm her down. She had been having the exact same nightmare for weeks now. And every time it frightened her more, that alone frightened him, but when Tak told him what happened in it, he was even more terrified.
"Every time it's the same bloody thing. I don't want to see you like that even if it is only in a dre...no, it's a nightmare." Mar cradled Tak and whispered soothing words to her, but she was still to shaken to pay attention.
"I'll go fetch you a drink." Tak nodded and Mar got up to go and get a drink. Tak picked up a large cushion from the end of the bed and hugged it tightly. Every time the dream scared her more and more.
Mar soon came back with a mug of hot chocolate and handed it to Tak. Tak took it and grasped it, clasping her hands around the mug. She felt the heat surge through her hands and up her hands, proof she was awake. But then again, the pain of the dream felt real as well. Tak took a large drink and sighed as she watched the ripples slowly fade back into the creamy brown liquid.
When Tak had finished she put the mug on her bedside cabinet and snuggled back down under the sheets. This time she was facing Mar, he encircled her in his arms and hugged her tightly, easing her back to sleep, and it soon worked. This had gotten to be somewhat of a routine for them. Not a good routine either.
They were two weeks away from their final exams at military school and if this carried on Tak would be seriously unfocused when it came to it. And if Tak was unfocused she would most likely fail or get extremely bad grades. If this happened she would never make it to the Invaders in training academy. Tak's dream was to become an invader, and once you get bad grades in military school, you never get a second chance; it stays with you forever and cannot be changed.
**Yes it was all a horrible dream. But what 'does' it mean? The only thing I am going to say is that you need to remember the dream as it is a very important part of the story and if you forget it you might not understand what happens later on. I was depressed and angry when I wrote this so it was the perfect times to help get rid of it. I'm really proud of this chapter so please tell me what you think. You can review and/or e-mail me at Nightmare-aik@ntlworld.com
Also if you ever read this and think the rating should be higher could you please tell me as I do not want to get in trouble for being unsure about something. Assuming you will do this, thank you.**
What does it mean?
Tak sat on the bed holding the shadowed, bloody figure tightly in her arms. The ambulance didn't seem to be coming, she called twenty-five minutes ago and still they weren't there. The figure limply lifted his head up to look at her; his once shiny, clear blue eyes were now cloudy and flat. He was covered in blood, and it was still soaking through the towel Tak had pressed against the wound, she to was covered in blood. He weakly raised a hand to wipe away one of the many tears that was rushing from her eyes. Tak shook violently as she held the half conscious form in her arms, he was becoming colder by the second, he was dying. Tak looked down at him as she picked up a dry towel and placed it over the large wound in his chest, it had barely missed his heart. He winced at the pain as she put pressure to the wound and let out a faint hiss. However he had lost so much blood she wondered if he would make it. She felt his heart once again slow down a few beats, it was now only doing about twenty-two beats a minute, and that wasn't good at all. He looked up at her as she wiped some tears from her eyes again. He opened his mouth to speak but Tak lightly pressed a finger to his lips.
"You need your strength, please, for me, don't speak..." Tak trailed off, her voice a shaken whisper of anger and sorrow. She bent down and gave him a kiss. It didn't matter to her that they were caked in dried blood that he had coughed up; she was with the one person she had ever loved; yet now all those years of, fun, laughter, love, were fading...into nothing.
He wanted to return the kiss but he was too weak. He wanted to tell her that the ambulance would arrive soon and that he'd get to the hospital in time and be saved. He wanted to tell her who did it and tell her that the authorities would catch him. But he couldn't, he probably wasn't even able to talk anymore. He was in so much pain and his throat was so sore from coughing up so much blood, he couldn't utter a single word. Then he slowly started to relax, he felt the pain drifting away and he felt just how nice it was to be loved by someone, by Tak. Slowly everything faded to black as she removed her lips from his.
Tak looked at him as she saw his eyed glide shut. She realised there was hardly any blood on the clean towel she had over the wound, it must have stopped pumping, which meant one thing. His heart had stopped beating. Tak stopped crying as she heard the sound of an ambulance siren in the distance, getting louder, and louder until it was a matter of minutes away. Again her eyes filled with tears as she started shaking again.
She held him closer and tightly as she let out sobs as tears again flowed down her cheeks. It felt like someone was running a blade down her cheek again and again, she had cried so much that it started to burn.
"No...it can't be, please Irk don't let it be." Tak hugged his body tightly as the pain and reality of it all gripped her with an unimaginable sorrow.
"Mar... don't go Mar I need you. I love you come back don't do this to me." Tak now had her arms around his head cradling him like he was an upset child. She stroked his antennae as she buried her head in his shoulders and cried.
"Why, why you, why me, why us. What the fuck did we do to you huh!? You're a coward you know that. I never did anything to you! I still don't know who the fucking hell you are you bastard but I know I hate you! We didn't do anything to you!" Just then the ambulance crew rushed in with a stretcher and two large bags. They stared in awe at what they saw. Tak turnt round, still clinging onto his body, holding on to all what was left. She gave them a look of distress, as one of them went to speak Tak dropped his body and turnt to face them fully.
"You're twenty minutes too late. It'd been quicker if I bloody got a fucking bus to the hospital. What the hell were you doing? Seeing imaginary traffic lights in an imaginary rush hour!" Tak stood up and punched the wall. Her bare hand buckled under the impact and every bone was broken, and as the blood started to pour through the cuts she looked as though it hadn't even happened. One of the medics grabbed a bandage from his bah and went to Tak and tried to grab her hand to bandage it up for the meantime, but Tak quickly pulled her hand back and glared at her.
"Fuck off! Why don't you just let me bleed to death as well? I've got nothing to live for now. Mar was my everything." Tak broke down as she fell to her knees and punched the floor with her already broken hand.
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Tak suddenly sat upright. Mar was next to her looking very concerned. Tak was covered in a cold sweat and she was shaking from head to foot as tears rolled down her cheeks. Mar moved over to Tak and hugged her tight; Tak leaned into him and continued to cry. She then looked over to Mar with pain filled eyes.
"It was the same one. This is the twenty-eighth time. Mar I can't take this much more." Mar looked at her sympathetically and stroked her antennae in an effort to calm her down. She had been having the exact same nightmare for weeks now. And every time it frightened her more, that alone frightened him, but when Tak told him what happened in it, he was even more terrified.
"Every time it's the same bloody thing. I don't want to see you like that even if it is only in a dre...no, it's a nightmare." Mar cradled Tak and whispered soothing words to her, but she was still to shaken to pay attention.
"I'll go fetch you a drink." Tak nodded and Mar got up to go and get a drink. Tak picked up a large cushion from the end of the bed and hugged it tightly. Every time the dream scared her more and more.
Mar soon came back with a mug of hot chocolate and handed it to Tak. Tak took it and grasped it, clasping her hands around the mug. She felt the heat surge through her hands and up her hands, proof she was awake. But then again, the pain of the dream felt real as well. Tak took a large drink and sighed as she watched the ripples slowly fade back into the creamy brown liquid.
When Tak had finished she put the mug on her bedside cabinet and snuggled back down under the sheets. This time she was facing Mar, he encircled her in his arms and hugged her tightly, easing her back to sleep, and it soon worked. This had gotten to be somewhat of a routine for them. Not a good routine either.
They were two weeks away from their final exams at military school and if this carried on Tak would be seriously unfocused when it came to it. And if Tak was unfocused she would most likely fail or get extremely bad grades. If this happened she would never make it to the Invaders in training academy. Tak's dream was to become an invader, and once you get bad grades in military school, you never get a second chance; it stays with you forever and cannot be changed.
**Yes it was all a horrible dream. But what 'does' it mean? The only thing I am going to say is that you need to remember the dream as it is a very important part of the story and if you forget it you might not understand what happens later on. I was depressed and angry when I wrote this so it was the perfect times to help get rid of it. I'm really proud of this chapter so please tell me what you think. You can review and/or e-mail me at Nightmare-aik@ntlworld.com
Also if you ever read this and think the rating should be higher could you please tell me as I do not want to get in trouble for being unsure about something. Assuming you will do this, thank you.**
