Rain Storm
Description: A Storm. A Night. Red and Purple Eyes. Zim. A world of lies. Drabble
AN: Not so pleased with this one but I decided to post it anyway, give me some reviews!
Thunder cracked overhead, rain smashed against the surfaces of Earth, making a relaxing pattering sound, at least it was peaceful until it melted his skin off and reduced his to a smoldering heap of smoke. He dragged his three clawed fingers lightly across his face leaving small dark green mark. Zim growled as his Pak sent a shock through his spinal system and into his nerves the light cuts healing within seconds. A wide window was left open, a blurred world, dark gray rain mixing with the night sky, clouds obscuring the moon leaving a dark night. Every minute a loud crack would be heard and lightning would illuminate the eerie green room. The TV was off a rare thing to witness, an even rarer occurrence was the silence of the teal eyed SIR bot. Zim cringed as a bolt of lightning struck a tree, splitting it completely in half. GIR only watched in fascinated amazement as flashes of lightning were reflected in his empty eyes. The room became quiet, the thunder ceasing and lightning flashing against the sky. Despite its stupid inhabitants the force of chemicals and atmosphere on planet Earth fascinated Zim. Nature somehow reminding him of something, someone. The room became dark and suddenly lit in a white glow; a tall and slim figure with leering red eyes glared at Zim and then smirked. Zim jumped and walked closer to the figure place. He reached his arm out grasping for the figure with his claws, not sure he wanted to feel the cool metallic armor of his leaders.
"My Tallest?"
Lightning illuminated the room once more purple eyes flashed a smile, a mocking laugh.
"My Tallest?"
A flash, a sarcastic remark. Zim cringed clutching his head. Subtle sarcastic remarks, laughing, whining, lying, him an amusement flashed across his eyes. The great Invader Zim never was a failure, a defect to be rid of providing humor for sadistic dictators. Like the nature, at any time whenever they pleased they'd strike and kill and damage many. Sometimes of a whim, a mood, a gesture, a reason, or random acts of cruelty. They'd would blow races away destroying, completely overwhelming, tossing random soldiers out of air locks or onto banishment sentences, destroying lives with no remorse. Why would they care, we were like humans ,expendable, there were always more, they were the tallests and they could do anything they wished. Just because of their height they naturally received that position. Zim was the tree they were striking except he was oblivious to their strikes; they couldn't break him down because he felt he was strong enough to stand. Zim wouldn't let them break him down, he knew even if he pleased them he would never be accepted. A lie, an ultimate one at that, Invaders need no one. Hah! Invaders needed their selves on their side, they needed confidence, and they needed support of their empire, Zim had none. Zim knew that he was pretending he didn't notice, pretending it would all be okay. He knew it wouldn't but lying to himself was so much easier, a façade was better than his reality. For now he would keep withstanding the Tallests pretending he was oblivious because it was easier that way. Lies were better than the truth in Zims existence they always seemed happier, Zim no longer had any problem lying to himself…. It was better that way…
The rain drummed against the roof of the house and Zim closed his ruby eyes eliminating all light from the room. He clutched his palms and squeezed his eyes shut, the rain drumming out reality and the storm enveloping him.
Review Please, I need them or Ill explode and so will my puppet! Would you be so cruel to let a puppet die?