Circle, Flyleaf/ Time of Dying, Three Days Grace

Taks POV

Sometimes, only very breifly, I have black outs. Well not black outs really, but I become dead to the world, I appear to be sleeping, and am thrust back into the memories of my horrible life. Sometimes my life as a smeet, with my mother, who I briefly knew before she was killed, and I, put into the irken elite training. Or my hideous life when I hadn't finished my base and still had to live with...with...ZIM! I glared at my reflection in my mirror. But, suddenly, a pang of longing shot through my chest, making my heart beat so fast, I thought it would explode. Either that or it would rip out of my chest. I randomly started sweating as well. Scared, for possibly being sick, hurried downstairs to my lab. I checked my temperature, my blood, anything possible, I checked it and, it all came out fine. I was healthy. Thinking back on it now, I did have a virus, and it was undetectable by any of the tests I tried. I knew what was wrong, really. I was afraid to admit it to myself though. That night I got the call. The tallest called me, told me, defect of not, I was needed for battle. The vortains were striking back, and they needed every possible irken to fight. I immediately grabbed all the weapons I might need, plenty of stuff to treat wounded, and my battle armor. I flew out 10 minutes after the transmission ended. Luckily I had a warp drive so I just punched in the coordinates, and in 10 minutes I'd be at Irk. And the 10 minutes were agony. I was sure that innocent people were dying, vortions getting closer to finishing us off, every moment I wasn't there was wasted time. When I finally made it, I jumped out and was met by a writhing mass of fighting irkens. I don't remember the battle, but I do remember bits and pieces. I fought like a demon, blasting and slicing with no thought, no remorse.

Almost dying, being pinned down until the attacker coughed blood into my face. I felt repulsed by the warm, sticky spray, but shoved their dead body off of me. There was a knife right where their squeedily spooch is. An instant kill. Whoever had killed them, was gone. Back into the thick of things.

When it finally ended, I was exhausted, and utterly terrified by all the bodies around me. I was glad at I wasn't one of them. Then, I heard a yell. It sounded pain-stricken though. Immediately I got to me feet, all weariness forgotten, and ran in the direction of the voice. Soon I heard the raspy breathing, the pain filled moans. This person was hurt.

Zims POV

"I will not die. I'll wait for her. I will not die! I will survive! I need to! I know Tak was called to this war, the tallest said they called every able Irken and unless the unthinkable happened...no! She must've been ok!" I ranted to the wind.

Taks POV

"Hello? HELLO? IM OVER HERE!" they had yelled, wincing.

"Are you hurt? Do you need immediate medical attention or minor because I can-" but I cut off there, my mind clouded with rage and confusion.

"Tak" he whispered.

"Well?" I asked gruffly, all gentleness gone. "do you need immediate medical attention or not?"

"There's no point Tak. I'm dying. I can feel it."

"but..b-but...I..." I stuttered, my eyes suddenly wide with horror and confusion. "Oh zim..."

"Tak, come here. Please."

As I knelt down beside me, He looked thoughtful, possibly collecting his thoughts, working out how he would say goodbye.

"You were right Tak. I was egotistical, stupid, a defect all along. You were right."

I have dreamed of this moment all along, as he was slowly dying, the life bleeding out of him, confessing I was right, he was an idiot. But I thought it would be by my hand.

And I thought I wouldn't be distraught at his death.

Zims POV

Tak looked almost distraught. I would've thought she would have a triumphant fire burning in her eyes, fueled by years of hatred. But, this, this was unbeknown to me completely. She looked, almost, pained.

"Forgive me. It was my fault that your life was ruined, that you weren't able to become an invader. I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. Maybe I can't change things yet, but at least forgive me here."

"Zim, I...I...*sigh* I was ambitious when I set my goals. But I've learned what's really important to me"

She then leaned forward and picked me up, resting my head on her shoulder, my tail bone on her thigh.

"You know, Tak. I feel more alive when your beside me. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too zim." she absently wiped a tear from her cheek, leaving only the sizzling flesh. Then, she started playing with my antenna, sending shivers up and down my spine.

"You know, I've left your arms empty. Been evil and tried to kill you so much, I need you to forgive me too."

"You only did what any other irken would have been ordered to do anyways. Besides, I think were even now. You would've been one of the bodies around on the ground now, if it weren't for me." I said, showing some of my old ego.

"Wait...Zim...that was you? With the knife?"

"Mhm," I smiled warmly. "and I'm glad I was there. Im glad I can spend my final moments in your arms."

Taks POV

I felt his heart beat slow dramatically, and his breathing soften.

"I love you Tak. Good bye."

"No, Zim! You can't! You can't..." I felt torn. Being an irken invader, you were trained to be a ruthless killing machine, showing no more emotion than a sack of potatoes. But all the same, I loved zim. The short, irritating irken that I had met in training, he has worked his way into my heart and rooted there.

As I sit here, Zim dead in my arms, a sudden realization almost causes me to drop him.

"No man, ever, shows greater love, than when a man lays down his life for his beloved. He did all he could to convince me he's changed, and really does love me. And I didn't believe him. It cost him life! What if I believe now? Forgive me, believe me, please come back to life! Could it ever change this? Please! Forgive me, believe me, please come back to life!"

As the agonizing minutes dragged out, I was weeping,holding zim to me, stroking his antenna, watching for some sign of life. He couldn't really be gone could he? Here I am alive, and I didn't have the right. But he gave me the right, costing him his life!

Suddenly, he stirred. Surprised and joyous, I looked up, and, yes! He was stirring, coughing. When he opened his eyes, oh those wonderful eyes, I pulled him into a hug, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Oh zim! I'm so glad I'm not alone...and I believe you. I don't want to be alone." I said, tearing up again.