Next Chapter: Silence
"Well..."
Swirls.
Splash. Splattered. Screams.
...Swirls...
A resounding echo.
Screams go unheard...
All he wanted to hear was Dib's soft, comforting voice. One more time...? Then maybe he could bear it. 'Is it so much to ask?!...'
I do love you, you know?
He sobbed with a hoarse wheezing, blood splattering in tiny specks of yellowish-green gore.
'I'm just a fucking joke... even his voice is mocking me!'
He was in a florescent-lit room, bonded securely to an autopsy table. Highly focused cameras examined him on every corner, every inch, and the door was bolted shut. His pak was uncooperative and he was barely conscious, but to make sure he didn't die until after they were done with every single horrible test they would inflict upon him, they had many tubes and pulse reading equipment attached to his body. On the side of his 'resting area' there was sterile tools, long serrated blades, smaller ones, each with its own disgusting reality. They were for him.
In another room, monitors were set up to keep watch on him 24/7.
Dib saw Zim, but Zim didn't see anything. Except maybe the blinding light, and soon there was nothing but a soft, fading echo.
Nothing will keep us apart.
Helpless and distressed, Dib was paralyzed. He could do nothing but float above the horrendous scene, like a broken angel, without his wings.
Before Zim passed out, mostly out of sheer exhaustion, Dib heard a horrible voice, laced with over the top concern and humanity: "Yes, Officers, that thing, whatever it is, which my colleagues and I believe is an alien, murdered that boy, its just our luck we came here before we could save him, we were too late..."
A second later, he was thrust away from Zim and set into another scene. He saw himself, covered in blood and bruises, lying in an ambulance. A sheet was then covered over him. Zim was lying half alive, delirious and sobbing, saying over and over, "I didn't do it, I love him, I didn't do it, I love him..."
The spies lied straight faced and told an outlandish tale of them outwitting the insane alien just in time, but not soon enough to save the poor boy. The officer nodded and wrote it all down as if his live depended on it, other officer's followed. Dib tried to scream for Zim... nothing came but...
Swirls and drips into...
Silence.