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Chapter 5
Expire
Having spent a great deal of time and care deciding which sharp item to use, Zim had chosen a peculiar looking alien weapon. It looked like a dagger of some sort, but the material the blade was made from was indescribable- a material never known by man. It was the sharpest tool Zim could find anyway, but now that he had one, he wasn't sure exactly how to do it.
He had to choose where, so that Dib would find him first, but not too soon- or too late. By now Dib was probably on his way home from Skool. Zim had no idea if he would even come, so he was relying on fate.
After even more time, he had chosen his special spot. He went to GIR, who (as usual) was staring mindlessly at 'the scary monkey show'. Zim shuddered at the sight of the repulsive primate, and walked in front of the screen.
"HIYA MASTER!" GIR squealed as he slid across the couch so he could see the screen. Zim scowled in annoyance and grabbed the remote. He switched off the monitor and threw the remote in the other direction in disgust. He was glad he wouldn't have to put up with that any longer.
"NOOOOOOO! Why? WHY?" GIR screamed, pounding his fists against the floor. "Come back monkey! Come back!"
"GIR!" yelled Zim. "Control yourself. I have something very important to tell you." GIR went silent. As Zim talked to the robot slowly, tears welled up in his eyes.
"Why master? I lov-ed yoooooooou!" Zim looked at him sternly. It had been difficult telling the robot, but the next part would be even harder. He leant down to the robot, and opened the panel on the front of his shiny body.
Squished into the tiny space was a squeaky moose, which he had difficulty yanking out of the way. GIR hugged it as Zim located the correct switch.
"I'm sorry GIR, it's the way it has to be." He hesitantly flipped the switch whilst GIR's watery eyes looked up at him. Suddenly they became dull, and his arms fell limp down to his sides as the memory circuits were erased, leaving GIR as an empty shell.
Zim backed up, looking at the insane SIR unit. He couldn't have GIR in this world without him, who knows what sort of insane things he might do. He stood there, lifeless, his beloved moose in a pool of tears at his feet.
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Dib wasn't sure what to do about going to see Zim. He wanted to, to apologise to him, and to find out why he had gone during lunch. He still stood by the fact that it was wrong that he should love Zim, but now that he had had time to think it all through a little more carefully, he realised that it would depend on how much he really loved him.
Eventually he came to the decision that after Zim confiding in and trusting Dib, it was his turn to confess to Zim. So he planned to go to the odd little green house later that evening- after he had thought of what to say that was.
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Zim lay in his specially chosen spot now, the razor sharp blade hovering over his bare wrist, the shadow creating a line to cut along. This was it; there was no turning back now. Goodbye cruel world, goodbye tallest, goodbye Dib. He would no longer be in anyone's way; they would be free of him.
He angled the blade nervously over his tender green skin, tensing ready for the pain that would soon follow. He winced as he dug the knife into his wrist, his purplish-red blood seeping out onto the cold metal floor.
He looked up through teary eyes as he heard the doorbell go from somewhere above him. Perfect timing, he thought, and closed his eyes away from his rapidly bleeding cut.
Dib impatiently rang the bell again. Where was Zim? Had he not gone home when he left Skool? But somehow he knew Zim was in this building. As he peered into window, his heart filled with dread as his eyes rested upon the motionless body of GIR.
He had been deactivated, and that meant something was wrong- horribly wrong. He tried the handle on the door, and was surprised to find it open. He rushed through, glancing at the disturbing image of a silent GIR as he headed for the lift to Zim's base.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he came upon a note, deliberately left in the centre of the floor. Anxiously he picked up the note and scanned through it. His eyes opened wide with horror as he finished reading the scribbled writing that had been written hastily on the scrap of paper.
He dropped the note and tore into the lift, impatiently pressing the buttons repeatedly. The second it arrived he clambered in, his hands trembling.
As the lift came to a stop and the door slid open, Dib stepped cautiously into a dull area. It was a vast storage room, but it was narrow and low roofed, the main colours being pinky-reds and purples. His eyes quickly scanned amongst the boxes and boxes of strange alien equipment, searching for signs of life.
Once he would have had a field day routing through all this junk, collecting as much as possible and taking hundreds of pictures before handing them into the Swollen Eyeballs. But those days were over, and right now he was not glad.
At last his eyes fell upon a dark sign. A glimmer of light reflecting off a pool of dark reddish-purple liquid, which seemed to be coming from behind that box. He frantically ran towards that box, almost too afraid to discover what he knew lay behind it.
As he peered around the corner, he felt a tremendous wave of fear and horror rush through him like poison. He stared at what lay before him, utterly horrified. Zim's body lay sprawled across the floor, his skin a pale, sickly green, and his arm covered with many horrific gashes, which still leaked slowly.
"Zim..." Dib whispered, his voice trembling. Zim opened his eyes, though only a little. They were no longer the striking deep ruby eyes Dib knew and loved, but were dull and clouded. "You can't do this!"
"Huh!" Zim chuckled weakly. "It's a bit late for that!" he nodded at the blood that covered and surrounded him. His voice was feeble and hoarse, and he could barely move.
Dib collapsed. "I'm so sorry! I'm SORRY Zim! I don't care who knew or what they think, I just want to be with you!" he sobbed pathetically, irken blood staining his clothes.
"You really care?" Zim whispered in disbelief.
"Of course I care Zim! I didn't want to admit it, I didn't want anyone to know..." Dib didn't know what to say anymore; he could not comprehend what was happening.
"I...I think I care about you too Dib, although it's kinda crazy, and a little weird, I really do. But why did you say those things in the morning?"
With that, Dib realised just how much of a mistake he had made. He had failed Zim, and because of his selfishness, now Zim would die. "Because, I was selfish, I was only thinking about myself. I ignored my true feelings."
"And what are your true feelings?"
Dib paused, it was a difficult thing for him to say, but something about the look in Zim's eyes made him say, "I...I love you Zim." He couldn't find any other way to say it.
Zim looked slightly surprised, but not as much as Dib had expected. Dib even less expected what Zim was going to say next.
"It's funny, I would have been outraged to hear that once, but now, I find that I feel the same way." Dib looked at him, stunned. Zim looked Dib right in the eyes, and smiled softly.
"I love you too!" he whispered. With that, he rested his head against the wall, and closed his dim eyes.
"Zim...Zim!" Dib called out frantically.
But he was too late. All he could do was watch, as his love breathed his last exhausted breath, and fell limp against the wall.
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Dib,
I know in the past we had our fights, and I only wish I'd given them up sooner, or I may not have to be in this situation now.
I realise now that it's too late, that you're the one I always needed, you're the one I always wanted.
I will never forget yesterday, even in the peace of death that memory will surround me.
You will be the last person I think about, even if you hate me. You do not have to disguise me anymore; I will finally be out of everyone's way.
Goodbye forever
Zim
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The End
Ok, you maybe able to tell I was depressed when I wrote this, but I didn't go that far in real life I swear! I'm not sure if it was too mushy near the end, but I wasn't sure how to end it. It's probably too angsty as well, but that's it for this story!
Some people said there should be more chapters, but this was supposed to be a small story, and I have others planned (which hopefully won't be quite so depressing but we'll see), which I really want to get started on, so look out for them! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!
