Zim.
Oh, yes, Zim. How wrong she had been about him. She hadn't seen him since their meeting in front of his house, that fateful night. When she had said those words, that stupid expression. She blamed herself for her brother's death. But not as much as she blamed Zim.
H-hello?
Hello, Gaz.
Zim! Oh, my god. Zim you did this!
Yes. I did. Isn't it wonderful? No one trailing you. There is nothing to keep us apart now. Nothing at all.
No! No! Why? How could you do this? He was my brother! God, I think I'm going to be sick.
Why? Isn't it what you wanted? I only did what you said, Gaz. I did what you said.
What? What are you TALKING about?
You said you would give up anything.
It was an expression! Don't you know what that is?
No.
Stay away, Zim. You stay away from me. If I see you again, I swear I'll kill you. I'll kill you like Dib should have. I see that now. Irken monster.
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Zim stood, holding the phone, staring at it as though he couldn't believe what it had just said to him. He couldn't see where he had gone wrong, although Gaz certainly could. He slumped to the floor, still staring at the phone. Thoughts flickered through his head, chasing each other away like lights and shadows. None of them made sense at all. Nothing made sense. He began to see an advantage to GIR's way of thinking.
Sighing, Gaz dropped the flowers on the grave, walking away slowly. Like she had every night for the last two weeks, she kept looking over her shoulder, searching for a flash of green, of red. The Irken back for revenge against the love who had spurned him. Nothing happened, not a flicker until she made it home. Shutting the door, she again saw a note taped to the inside of the door. Panic flooded through her.
With shaking hands, she tore the note open, scanning the lines hurriedly.
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
I just have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
And the reason is you.
Oh my God. He's back again.
Her first thought was to call for her father, but then she remembered that he was away. Again. There wasn't even Dib left to help her.
She got a rein on her terrified thoughts, searching for anything that sounded practical. She found it. Go to the kitchen. Get something sharp. VERY sharp. She had warned him, after all.
She ran to the kitchen, pulling open the drawer the bread knives were usually kept in. It was empty, save for a single sheet of folded paper.
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with every day
I know the pain I put you through
I wish I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
And the reason is you
Okay, that didn't work. What was the next best thing to do? She thought again, and the idea to go back outside hit her. Slowly, she made her way back to the front door. With her hand on the handle, she froze. Zim had anticipated her first move. Why not her second? What would he least expect her to do? Easy. What she normally would. She walked down the hall to her room. Opening the door and triple-bolted it behind her, she flicked on the light. Zim was standing there, without his disguise.
"Zim! Get the hell out of my house. Now."
Zim said nothing, looking at her sadly.
"I'm not kidding. I said I would kill you and I will."
Zim still said nothing, just raising his arm and the tiny gun he had held in his hand. He only fired once, he only needed to. Gaz crumpled to the ground, a trickle of blood coming from her mouth. Zim knelt next to her, turning her over so her dead eyes looked up at him. He told her the last lines quietly, in an empty, shattered voice.
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
I just have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you.
With that, he leaned down and put a single soft kiss on her lips, and turned the gun to himself.
Bloody hell. I can't even believe anything that sick came out of my own head. Then again, I did write Bad Day, which is about as sick as this. Yeah. Um.. everyone said write more and I did. Hope y'all liked it. This chappie is dedicated to Dennies, who gave me the song.
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