Tallest Evita
Chapter One
Oh What a Circus
Zim leaned on a wall off the in corner. He looked up at an old movie poster. Tallest Purple smiled back at him. Zim shook his head.
All of Irk was head over heels depressed about Purple's death. Yet it didn't make sense. Since when did so many morning the death of and actressZim stood up straight and walked off into a bar. The bar was empty. He sat down and ordered a beer. In the streets everyone was crying.
Zim did have to admit that the way Purple died was the way to die. The best way to go. He would tell any Irken that when they are ringing your curtain down demand to buried like Tallest Purple. It was quiet a sunset.
He looked down at a paper sitting on the bar. It exclaimed "Tallest Purple gone." He shook his head and lifted up the paper. The bar was lined with papers. All from different planets talking about the death of a great leader. It was good for the planet in a roundabout way "We've made the front page of all the universe's papers today" Zim muttered shaking his head. He ripped up the paper into shreds.
But who is this Santa Evita? Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow? What kind of goddess has lived among them? How will they ever get by without him? Sure he had some moment and no doubt he had some style. The best show in all of Irk was the crowd outside the massive calling "Tallest Purple" but now that's all gone. "And soon everyone will see that he did nothing for years"
Zim walked out of the bar with his beer. He looked at the walls. They were covered in photographs of Tallest Purple. Zim looked at one of the posters of Purple. He grabbed is and tore it off the wall.
The Irkens in the street were chanting
"Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy
Our life, sweetness, and hope
Hail, hail, oh queen
To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve
To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
Oh clement, oh loving one"
Zim started ripped a few more posters off the walls and yelled
You let down your people Purple. You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted, not much to ask for But in the end you could not deliver."
He took his last swig of alcohol and threw the bottle against another poster. The last few drops left in the bottle smeared Purples face. He continued to shout. " Sing you fools, but you got it wrong Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long Your queen is dead, your king is through. And she's not coming back to you Show business kept us all alive October 3045But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in Instead of government we had a stage Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage Instead of help we were given a crowd She didn't say much, but she said it loud"
Zim punched a wall. He held his broken hand. He looked at the long line of people viewing Purples body. He shook his head knowing the planet was doomed. He softly muttered "It's our funeral too"