Disclaimer: I do not own this series. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing about it, would I, hmm?
Knives in Gunfights by GhostIce
Warnings: extreme swearing, yaoi. Character suicides/deaths. Detailed gore.
Chapter Two
The knife was sharp. Never used. Dib's sadistic smile shone brightly in the reflection of the metal, hands twisting to white in his death grip on the handle. Perfect, he thought, with this knife, I thee kill. He laughed. Nothing like something you could use in a wedding to "bless" a murder weapon. You're mine now.
"Dib!"
He turned around, head swimming from the speed. There was someone in the shadow of his doorway, lurking, watching. He threw the knife, the object spinning underneath his bed, striking the wood of the wall. Damn. Now I'll have to sharpen the thing.
"What do you want, Zim," he whispered, the words coming out as more of a statement than a question.
The alien was silent. Zim strode across the room to the human, standing behind him. With delicate gloved fingers, he slipped off his shirt, revealing criss-crossed scars both old and new. Permanent bloodstains dulled the paper white skin and black marks of old bruises still made their presence known. Zim stiffled a cry as he traced the marks.
"Why would they do this to you?"
Dib turned sharply. "You should know why. Aren't you out to do the same damn thing?"
"Not enough to kill you."
"Well, neither did they."
"And who says they're not going to?"
Dib sat on his bed, Zim following suite. Still shirtless, he pulled his knees to his chest, hugging them against himself. Tears now flowed freely from honey-coloured eyes, staining glasses and making water marks in jeans. He was such a poor sight to behold.
"They called you queer today," Zim remarked. "Is it true?"
His glassy eyes grew wide before he buried them within the space between his knees and chest. Strangled, indecipherable whispers arose from his curled form.
"Say that again?"
This time, Dib's head popped up from his spherical position. "Yes," he screamed. "It's all true and...I understand if...if you want to leave."
Zim smiled. "And why would I want to do that?"
"Because I'm ga-"
Dib's voice was cut off by a wonderous, burning sensation. He felt himself being pushed back onto his bed, scars tingling at the feel of more fabric. A weight was transferred onto his stomach, warmth spreading where skin was bared. "Zim," he whispered.
"Mm...what..."
"Get...off..."
"Whoa!"
Zim yelled as he was thrown to the floor, antennae in an L shape, eyes full of hurt. "What the hell was that for?"
"You just...just surprised me, that's all," Dib said, already out of breath. A tired smile graced his lips. "Come back here." Lust weighed down his words.
The alien smirked and climbed back onto the bed, continuing to ravage the burning essence that was Dib's mouth.
Zim and Dib lay happily entertwined on what was left of his bed.
"That was my first time."
The alien smiled. "Now they can't call you a gay virgin anymore."
"Don't ruin it."
They sat in silence in the darkness as Dib felt himself being pulled into sleep.
The next morning came with a frightened Dib in an empty bed. Even with the fresh memories of Zim he couldn't stop himself from grabbing the knife sticking in his wall beneath his bed. He quickly sharpened it on another knife and bolted out the door.
In psychology, Dib deliberately sat next to Zim. The stolen glances throughout the class obviously gave away their affection for each other.
"Mr. Dib. Would you care to share with the class the reason that you are paying more attention to your new friend than me?"
He froze. "I-I...um...well, you see..."
"Queer!"
Mr. Sweeters didn't even look at the comment's owner. "Well?"
"Well sir," said Zim, "maybe you would care not to be rude and maybe attempt to apologize to my boyfriend."
That shut him up. "B-boyfriend? Mr...Mr. Zim, I'd care that you not...ah, not disrupt my class-"
Zim sighed loudly in annoyance and stood. Grabbing Dib's hand. he dragged him to the front of the class, kissed him squarely on the lips, and walked right out.
"Well class, let's get back to...ah...work..."
"Zim. What the hell was that back there?"
"I was saving your ass. What did it look like?"
Dib grew silent, feeling the knife against his belt. He spotted the bullies in the not-so-secret smoking area behind the school, probably waiting for him. They eyed him menacingly, and walked in his direction.
"So queer, bring your boyfriend along for the ride?"
He smirked. "As a matter of fact, I did."
The biggest boy, Tyler, walked up to Dib and grabbed the front of his shirt. Throwing him against the cement wall of the building, he pulled a agun out of his jacket. "Looks like you're going to die, fag."
Dib weakly tugged at his gun, fear welling up inside of him. This was it. This was what he had been planning for.
He jumped up, his quick look at Zim making his heart beat faster with adrenaline. Running at Tyler with the knife bared, he knew he didn't have a chance when he saw the expression on his face. The knife was out of his hand. The trigger had been pulled. And now there was both a bullet and a blade sinking into his body.
Red. That was all he saw before falling to the ground.
"...Zim..."
The green-skinned alien held the hand of his best friend turned boyfriend. Tyler and his friends had run off long ago. He looked up weakly from his position, smiling. "Zim...am...am I going to die?"
Acidic tears poured down the alien's face. "I could lie...and say that you're going to be fine and we're going to go off and get married someday. But..I can't. I...I love you Dib. And...and you are going to die..."
Darkness.
No guys, Dib didn't die at the "darkness" part. He fainted. You learn who dies in the last chapter of Knives in Gunfights, which is coming up next! Rate me! That's where I get my creativity. NOTE: I am partially gay. I can use the word "fag".
GhostIce♥