Since about half the people who reviewed don't seem to get it and want me to "write more' I will do the same story, from Dib's POV. But, really, the first chapter was supposed to be it.
I never thought that when the time came, Zim would actually kill me. I know I couldn't, if our places were reversed.
Now, he's here in my room. And I see nothing in his eyes but a cruel efficiency.
He had appeared behind me, in my room. I turned to fight him, but before I could even land a single punch, he threw me to the floor, between the bed and the wall. I'm sitting there now, he's talking to me.
I don't hear the words, but I know what he means. He's here to finally end it. The game. That's all it's ever been to him. A game. That's how little he ever felt for my struggles. All I ever did, he could have stopped easily. My stomach is made of ice.
"You can't do this, Zim. Because for all the fighting, I… I like you, Zim. I don't know why but I do." Zim pales. His green skin turns almost white. The tiny gun he has in his hand raises a bit.
"You understand, then, why I have to do this. Because I feel it too. The disease of… affection. It must be stopped, Dib. Stopped at all costs." The gun clicks as Zim cocks it.
"Zim," I plead "You don't have to kill me! Affection is not a disease!" "You know so much, and somehow so little." Zim says hoarsely.
The gun is silent. But I'm not. Blood streams onto my carpet, and I know I'm as good as dead. I scream, and scream. But he's already gone.