"Holiday"

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Say, Hey!

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Morning crept up on the city very slowly. The sunlight made large shadows with the skyscrapers and tall business buildings. It was all in all a slow morning, for it being a Sunday most were sleeping in and staying home, waiting 'til the last possible second to get up, maybe for the parade later in the day for labor day. But enough people were up to make the early business morning as it always was for a Sunday. Those who tried to take advantage of the ones who went out on pleasure trips had their wares out for sale, waiting for the perfect group to come by who would see what they wanted to buy. Families took their children out to the park, pool, zoo, mall, other friend's houses, the movies, anywhere that was possible on that day. There were even those lucky ones who got to leave the city, on new explorations, going to tell their friends when they got back all of the cool things that they got to do away from home. All in all it was a normal day.

What they didn't know was that there wasn't going to be much to come back to.

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Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
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The first explosion went off at noon, causing the rain an invisible shield around the area where the explosion was. Dib wondered how no one had seen it, as he had noticed it himself in plain view. He had seen it easily slid in and stayed quiet as the one who set it walked away. The fire simply consumed those around it, those whom Dib did not even know. He knew that several of them would not be missed, no one would care that they died, while others would be mourned by many. All in all, that reasoning was not fair. But that is why Dib set up the bomb where he did, so when people would say in the future that they cried for the dead, those who had no one notice them in life would have hundreds crying for them in death. He figured it was a fair trade.

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Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
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He had gotten the explosives from his father's lab. He had gone in, wearing his trademark jacket and waited for one of his father's co-workers to notice him. They went through the whole spiel about that his father was worried about him. Dib could have laughed. He knew better then to ever hope that his father was ever worried about him and no one could try to make him think differently. No one knew his father like he did. Or, not know a father.

Dib barely fumbled, coming up with the fact he was going home. The scientist believed him, the gullible fool!, and let him go in. His father was not in today. He was at home. The only time he was at home and it was when Dib was gone. He felt a hatred rise up within himself, but he was not going to let that knowledge distract him.

Dib searched throughout the entire lab for all what he knew that he would need. He had never known how much dangerous equipment his father had worked with on a daily basis. Nothing here was even safe, Dib was doing his father a favor by taking this stuff away from him.

"Dib?"

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I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
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"Hey, Gaz," Dib acknowledged her presence though he did not turn to greet her. "What are you doing here?"

"Dad wanted me to pick up a few things," she said, not moving from her place in the doorway. "What are you doing with those things?"

"Just a few things before I come home," he smiled at her, caressing an item he knew that Gaz had no clue of it's identity. "You'll be busy finding things, Gaz, so I'll see you when you come home." He walked out right by her, but she grabbed him by the arm.

"You are going home, right?" she questioned dangerously. "I think you should stay with me."

"I'll be home when I'm ready," he replied, yanking his arm out of her loose grip.

"I don't trust you," she turned to face him, her expression blank.

"That isn't new," he snorted as he left, his pockets heavy with the other objects he had grabbed, ones that Gaz would have known what they were, if she had seen them. If she wanted to lie to herself, that was her problem. He wasn't going that way anymore.

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Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
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The second explosion was triggered by the one in the business building near the mall. That was where the parade was taking place that day. Dib didn't see a reason why not to use a mass gathering for his advantage. To anyone else, all of this would have been hard to plan, a total of three months would have done it for them. Dib knew this place better, better then anyone. He lived in both positions, though the second not as long, and knew what was going on where. It would only take a total of seven bombs to level the city. Funny how the number so many people thought of as lucky would be the amount to destroy them.

Dib watched the screaming mass below him. He felt nothing as he watched them being torn into shreds. For a brief moment, he wondered why he was doing this. What reason did he think he had for choosing this path for so many people?

"They couldn't choose themselves," Dib muttered, lighting a cigarette. "They took to long. Life is on a timer, you know." The empty roof did not answer him. Dib frowned. Lately, the people who had suddenly chosen to talk to him so much were silent. His arms also shook from the excitement, though it could have just been signs that he needed to get off the roof. The next explosion would be closer to here and Dib needed to see the whole ordeal through.

"Why bother?" he asked himself. Suddenly, he really didn't care whether he saw the rest of it or not, all he wanted to do was stand there and watch the current chaos ensue below.

"Not now," the raven the had been sitting on the railing said. Dib blinked, wondering why the sudden loud noises hadn't scared the bird off.

"I wasn't talking to you," he grumbled, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment.

"Who?" the Raven cocked its head.

"I don't have to listen to you," he snapped, leaving the Raven on the roof. The Raven's eyes followed his leaving form, much like her eyes once followed him as he left.

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Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
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"The symbol of freedom," Dib murmured, staring up at the flag. The red white and blue wavered only a small bit, there being no wind in the current area to move it.

"DIB!" shouted a familiar voice from beyond the flag pole. The "human" walked over, seeming furious. "What are you doing? Don't you know what's going on? The Humans say it's a terrorist attack!"

"They do?" Dib asked Zim, pulling on the rope the held the flag in the air. He made the fabric go up and down, as if he were trying to catch it in a non-existent wind.

Zim nearly snapped himself. He came with the intention of -helping!- this ungrateful bastard, and Dib didn't seem to notice at all! Zim bit his lip, wanting to punch the other, but knowing that that wasn't going to help the problem. It's not fair! He's mine to destroy! So what if the Tallest don't want this planet? I don't want anything to do with it! I just want to destroy whom has caused Zim his pain, and do it by myself! I don't want anyone else doing it for me!

"Yes," he hissed. "Yes they do. Dib-beast, you need to get out of here. My sensors say that the next bomb to go off is close to this area. I don't think I have enough time to unhook the wires!"

"Isn't it funny though?" Dib asked him, turning to face the Irken, the flag now hanging right over their heads. "He's doing exactly what you've never been able to do throughout your five years of being here. Don't you find that ironic? A human can destroy the humans without much effort, but an alien trained to do this can't?"

"No I don't," Zim growled darkly, grabbing Dib by the left arm. Dib's face contorted into anger in only a few seconds, taking Zim by surprise.

"Don't touch me!" he shouted at the Irken, his right arm ripping down the flag and wrapping it around Zim, tying him to the cold metal pole. "I'm tired of playing your games, Zim."

Zim tried his hardest not to grimace, as his pak dug into his back with the hard surface behind him. He tried to get his mechanical legs out to release himself, but the thick material, meant to outlast all types of weather that Zim himself couldn't even last, bound him tightly.

"Doesn't look like freedom now, Zim, but soon, it will be. I wonder if heaven accepts other worldly creatures?"

"Dib-stink!" Zim hollered after his retreating back. "Come back here! Dib!"

"No Zim. I don't trust you."

"I never said I trusted you either, Human! I don't trust you!"

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I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
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"I don't trust you..."

"You will not know the meaning of peace..."

"Always with the dead, that boy..."

Dib ran from the area, hearing the explosion go off behind him. For another brief second, he wondered if Zim survived the blast. The thought was run out of his head as he came up to the labs again. No one would be there. He had programmed a small explosion to chase anyone in there out, unless they were really stupid of course and didn't leave. Either that or the were dead.

What if this wasn't what would save them?

Dib shook his head, entering through the hole in the wall. This would be the setting of the rest of their lives, he had to let them know why. Then, they would agree. They would finally understand and let go. Gaz would agree, she hated them. His father wouldn't, with all of his time spent helping humankind in general. But he just wasn't doing well enough to make progress.

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(Hey!)
(Say, Hey!)
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The program was already set up. He had done that before Gaz had showed up. He knew that he would have to answer for what he had done-

What exactly had he done?

-but it didn't mean that anyone had to know that it was him. In fact, it would be better if they never knew that exact judgment had been exacted on them. If he had received his revenge-

Revenge for what?

-from them, they didn't need to know that. He wasn't doing this for the revenge. The people were just getting what they deserved. He out of every single person-

Who was he?

-should know how much they deserved it. He turned it on so that the remaining people could hear him.

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"The representative from California has the floor"

Zieg Heil to the president gas man

Bombs away is your punishment

Pulverize the Eiffel towers

Who criticize your government

Bang bang goes the broken glass and

Kill all the fags that don't agree

Trials by fire, setting fire

Is not a way that's meant for me

Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

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"This is to the people, whether president or broke! This destruction is your punishment! For all of you who don't understand, criticize what you desperately need, but think you can do without! Like this city! I've heard you all complain about it! I'm breaking the glass that the window washers hated to have to keep clean, blow up the top of the building where the bosses grumble about their huge paychecks! Fire will absorb your entire lives, killing those who don't agree with the facts, that life isn't worth it! It doesn't matter if I'm to be thrown in jail for it, this just isn't meant for me!"

Dib paused, his announcement ringing throughout the streets. It wasn't meant for him. He didn't want this place to be on fire anymore. What was he doing?

He felt extremely tired and dizzy. His hands shaking far more then normal, he pulled out the white powder from his inside pocket. His head seemed to be screaming at him, but he couldn't make out what it was telling him. Barely thinking about it, Dib flipped the switch off as he leaned back against the wall. His legs were shooting pain down into his feet, but he chose to ignore it. He inhaled, his mind clearing almost instantly. He closed his eyes, letting relaxation sweep over him.

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I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
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He heard the beeping in the back of his mind. Dib opened one eye to the bomb in the corner.

Oh yeah. I forgot I set it up to go off after I was done here.

Dib didn't move however, the whole concept of it destroying him lost in his foggy mind. Dib then blinked at the window as another bomb went off, shrieking countless lives with it. He staggered over, his legs still protesting.

Why are things blowing up? Dib wondered, watching the city in it's ruined form.

Who am I?

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This is our lives on holiday

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The beeping from the bomb stopped as if fulfilled it's requirements.