Don't, Oh!... Let Go. (Listen to Oh! By The Breeders, they inspired this.)
"Oh Zim!" Dib gasped, jumping up from his wheelchair, running to his beloved.
A crushing embrace.
Zim was tearing up, his eyes puffy and raw.
Dib nuzzled gently in the crook of Zim's neck.
He whispered gently, "We'll find her, Zim, we will. And she will be safe."
Zim merely whimpered. He hated showing weakness... but this was too much.
Dib was taken aback, his eyes thoughtful and strange.
He leaned away from Zim.
Zim's eyes widened, as he grasped unto Dib.
"No, don't leave Zim.. don't leave me. Don't let go... Don't, Oh!..." He said painfully, as he felt a surge of pain shoot through his neck, down to his spine. It was badly beaten, as was most of his body. "Let. Go!" Zim cried, almost hysterically, leaning his weary head on Dib's shoulder. Dib hugged him back, his eyes tired and his head aching, and just the sound of Zim's exhausted, pained voice made his heart feel like it was twisting, twisting, twisting.
"I'm so sorry, Dib.. I'm so sorry."
Dib didn't say a word, just held on.
Soon, Zim's sobs quieted down, and it became more relaxed.
They both sighed, almost content.
They could feel each others breath.. pulsing... it was intoxicating. It made Dib dizzy. "Don't... let.. go..." Dib whispered almost incoherently. Zim heard it just barely, then growled at the incompetence of their situation.
"I just have no idea when we are getting out of here, Dib... we can't do anything, just lying here!"
Dib sighed. "Do you know who took our smee... smeebie?" He liked the sound of that word, 'smeebie'.
Zim coughed again. "Well... there was this very suspicious woman, and I could see it in her eyes, almost as though she wanted me to see. She was the one who told me of the... our daughter."
Dib nodded.
"What did she look like?" He sighed, resting his head on Zim's chest.
"She was tall, slender... with long raggedy blonde hair, light green eyes. She had the most familiar face." He shuddered.
"You mean...?"
"I think... she was... no, she's apart of the Swollen Eyeball..."
"She must be..."
"We have to get out of here."
"Yes."
Swirl.
"Hello there little Mariko..."
Shiny.
Glistening.
Blade.
"I won't hurt you..."
Shiny.
Glistening.
Blood.
"I promise..."
Pained whimpers.
Glistening.
Light.
"I won't hurt you... too much." She grinned. "We do need our specimen alive, or at least in semi-consciousness."
Glistening.
Shiny.
Slice.
Blood.
"Ohhh... poor, sweet Mariko. I'm sure your mutant, defective parent will come. Yesss, anytime, he will." She soothed, caressing her antennas in mock concern. Mariko immediately flinched. "Such a pretty girl..." Mariko's eyes fell into a glare, as though giving the woman a warning... as though...
"Hey, now... your starting to look like your mommy, heh, that's interesting, you are already taking on characteristics that a one-week old baby wouldn't even understand. Anger. But, then again, you're not a normal baby, you're a defect."
A look of utter distaste.
Cries of desperate call.
"Shh, don't cry. I didn't even think mutants could cry... hmm. But then again, I never thought a male could get pregnant." She chuckled. "I guess you learn something new everyday."
Thoughtful.
Glistening.
Hate.
She turned away.
"See ya later, sweetie. Nice visiting with you."
Swirl.
"Yes."
"Well do you want me to let out my pak legs, we can break out of here in no time.." He half-joked, but seriously, he needed to get out of this musty, florescent lit hell-hole.
"Sure."
Zim looked at him funny. "Ok."
"Seriously ?!"
"Yeah!" He laughed.
"Ok then, lets do it!"
In a swift movement, his pak legs slipped out, "Hold on, Dib, unless you want to fall and break your meaty head."
Dib smirked, holding unto Zim... as he jumped out of the open window.
(Oh Zim!)