The Sicknes

Part Eight

When Zim opened his eyes, all he could see was darkness. The young Irken looked around but couldn't see anything that was around him. His entire body was sore and achy and he felt extremely tired and cold. When Zim tried to sit up, his body wouldn't respond and he couldn't move.

"Dib?" He asked, his voice a bit dry as if he had been screaming for a long time.

No answer came to him within the empty darkness. After some effort, Zim was finally got up from his spot; still looking around him. He could hear a faint sound not far off from where he was. Zim willed himself to walk toward it.

"Dib?" He called out again, soon bumping into something that he assumed was a wall. Zim felt around until he found only air and walked into the supposed room. Just as he did, he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he could still see nothing. He was about to leave when something felt wrong. He couldn't move as if he had been bound by some type of material. He fell to his knees as he tried to move his arms; only to find they were secured behind him.

Zim winced in shock as a light from above him turned on abruptly, allowing him to finally be able to see. It was only shortly after this that Zim wished it had still been dark. The room around him seemed to have old, threadbare walls and a ragged looking floor. Zim had also realized that he had been secured by rope. 'How could that be?' Zim pondered. He soon saw a shadowy figure standing within the darkness.

"Dib?" Zim asked.

As if on cue the figure emerged from the shadows and there stood the twelve-year-old boy that he somewhat knew from over the time he had been on Earth.

"Hello, Zim." Dib smiled, in a somewhat unnerving kind of way.

"Dib! Wha-what..?"

"I think it's pretty obvious, Zim." Dib stated, cutting Zim off.

"What are you talking..?" Zim trailed off, still a bit confused.

"I've finally captured a real live alien that I know people will give me respect for." Dib grinned almost evilly.

"What's the matter with you?" Zim asked finally.

"You don't get it, do you?" Dib asked, walking up to the young Irken; a look of malice within his amber eyes. "Once I prove your kind exists, I'll be a hero, to finally prove what you are." He added turning his back toward Zim.

"But... I thought-"

"What? You thought I actually cared about you?" Dib asked, turning around once again. "I just said that to get your guard down. And I must admit that it worked pretty well."

"Dib..." Zim started, feeling heartbroken by the harsh words that had been said.

"What are you gonna cry?" Dib taunted, grinning evilly. "So much for being such a big tough Irken."

No words did Zim have but silence as he hung his head. Dib soon spoke again.

"Of course with such a perfect alien specimen, it would better if it were not alive."

Zim's eyes grew wide as he raised his head in shock as Dib pulled something sharp from his pocket as he looked over the defenseless Irken.

"Say goodbye, alien scum." Dib hissed as he raised it above his head.

Dib swung it down toward him as Zim closed his eyes.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Zim screamed before taking in a deep breath as he opened his eyes to see he was still laying on the couch.

His face was lined with sweat as he took in another breath before coughing viciously at the sudden overuse of his voice.

"Zim!" Said a sudden voice, which Zim soon saw belonged to the young boy that came into the room. "Zim, are you okay?"

"Gah!" Zim shouted, backing himself further into the couch.

"Zim, what wrong?" Dib asked, a bit confused.

"I won't let you spill my guts! I won't let you!" Zim shouted, his eyes lined with forming tears.

Dib stared at him for a moment.

"What are you talking about?" He asked finally.

Zim didn't answer, he just hung his head and choked back a sob. It took a moment before Dib knew what Zim meant.

"Zim, it's okay." Dib said finally, reaching out to the startled, weak Irken on the couch. "You were just having a nightmare."

As Dib had said this, Zim looked up as a stay tear slipped down his face but quickly wiped it away, not wanting Dib to see.

"It's okay," The boy grinned "I would never think of doing any of that." He told him, placing a hand on Zim's shoulder.

Zim looked at him, expecting to find a mockery of kindness and harshness, but was surprised to find a look of sympathy and regret.

"Everything's going to be okay." Dib told him.

Zim didn't reply but gave a weak nod before coughing once again. Dib gave a half smile at this.

"It's still kinda late," He said after a moment. "We should probably get back to sleep."

"Y-yeah." Zim managed to say as he laid himself back down on the couch.

"Good-night, Zim." Dib said, before getting up from his spot to head back upstairs.

Zim didn't reply back, since Dib had already went upstairs. As Zim rested against the cushions again, he began to close his eyes; letting his sleep take over once again.

I seriously hate myself for doing that -_-; And I think made this part a little too much like tender moment -n-; But anyways, I hope this part was still kinda good ^^; Also, I had said that it would be suspenseful, so I guess this part was okay :) Anyways, more will come soon :D:D Please R&R. Thanks :D