The Sickness
Part Thirteen
His entire body ached as he continued to run down the street. Zim let out a harsh and painful cough as he pushed onward, refusing to stop. He fell to the ground as his legs buckled beneath him and he hit the ground hard, tears of pain and betrayal flowing freely down his cheeks and dropping to the sidewalk below him. The young Irken let out another harsh cough and began to dry heave as he tried to choke back another sob. Zim felt so tired and sore, his head was throbbing and his throat seemed as if it were on fire. But nevertheless, the young Irken forced himself to his feet. As he did so, his head suddenly felt like it was being crushed in a vise and he staggered back a few steps.
Regardless of the sharp pains, Zim continued to run down the dark and empty street. After what seemed like an eternity, Zim reached the woods. It was then that he decided to stop. He used one of the nearby trees as a support as he placed a hand to his head. He at first felt a bit uneasy when he realized he wasn't wearing his disguise. It was then that he remembered he didn't need one anymore since there was no reason for him to hide anymore. Since he was in the open without a disguise, people could easily tell what he really was. But that wasn't what concerned him at the moment. All he cared about right now was to get as far away from Dib as possible. Zim choked back another sob and growled as he thought of the boy.
"Th-that stupid, double-crossing little-" Zim was cut off as he let out a harsh and violent cough and began to dry heave once again.
As the coughing ceased, Zim took in a few shallow breaths. As the young Irken took a couple steps away from the tree, his legs buckled beneath him once again and he fell to his hands and knees as another pained sob escaped his lips.
"That stupid, wretched human." Zim growled, tears slipping freely down his cheeks once more.
He began to feel dizziness taking him over once again as he continued to sob. He couldn't believe that Dib would stoop so low to do what he had done. First he saves him and acts like his friend and claims that he'll help him, and then once his guard was down, gets stabbed in the back and called a 'Defective Freak' of all things. Zim would've usually gotten angry and yelled at Dib for calling him that. But with being told he his mission was fake and that he was a fraud by his own leaders with the combination of being sick and possibly dying, he just didn't have it in him to yell like he usually would. Zim sat down in the grass, resting himself against the nearby tree; hugging his legs to his chest.
"The Tallests were right." He whispered as he wiped his tear-filled eyes and rested his head on his knees, looking off to the side. "I'm a worthless defect." He choked out after a moment.
He felt so tired and sore from the run. He shivered as he continued to rest against the tree, his bright ruby eyes slowly beginning to drift close. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but was quickly losing the battle. After few moments, his eyes drifted shut as a stray tear slipped down his cheek. Zim was suddenly awakened by the faint roar of an engine. But it didn't sound like a car or truck, but of a ship; a large one by the sound of it. Zim shivered as he felt a rush of wind coming from his right. As the young Irken turned in that direction, he was suddenly blinded by a bright light emitting from his above the vacant field nearby. The brightness of light made Zim's raging headache become a more splitting pain and caused him to drop over to the side, facing away from it as he began to feel an overwhelming nausea come over him. When the light faded, Zim didn't turn around to see what it could be. He was suddenly greeted by a harsh, cold voice if which he was all too familiar with.
"Hello, Zim." Said a voice from behind him.
"It's funny how you haven't died yet." The other voice said; which Zim could sense the speaker was smirking.
"Yeah, the least you could do was to at least be honorable enough to something that simple." The first voice seemed to grin.
Zim turned around, a new anger rising inside him as he gazed up at his ex-leaders who were smirking back at him.
"You should've probably been dead by now." Red smirked. "But I guess you were never honorable enough to get it right."
Zim snarled with pure hatred toward his former-leaders as he tried to hold back a sob.
"Oh, what's the matter, Zim?" Red taunted. "Yeah, is the pathetic wittle defect gonna cry?" Purple sneered, before he and Red burst out laughing. Zim's face twisted into a venomous scowl. Red smirked at Zim's expression. "Purple, grab him and take him to the ship." He instructed, turning to head back to the ship.
"W-what are you doing?" Zim asked in shock.
"We're going back to Irk." Red replied as he stopped and turned around. "It's only fair that you die on the planet that you had nearly destroyed. Think of it as your last wish before you finally actually die."
With that said, Red made his way back to the ship as Purple grabbed Zim roughly by the arm and pulled him to his feet. The sudden motion caused Zim's body to lurch and he coughed roughly before releasing its contents on part of Purple's uniform.
"EWW!" Purple screamed in disgust. "How dare you throw up on me!" He shouted as Zim feebly wiped his mouth, not answering the question, due to the fact that everything around him seemed to be spinning as dizziness and exhaustion began to take over.
"What's taking you so-?" Red began to ask but was cut off as a sudden pungent smell filled the air.
"Ugh! What is that?" He asked finally as Purple came holding Zim out in disgust.
"The little pest puked on me!" Purple whined in disgust.
"Well, put him in one of the holding cells anyways. We'll deal with him later." Red paused for a moment. "And go change your uniform! You frickin' reek!"
Purple scowled as he continued to carry Zim onto the ship. At that moment, a lone figure that had been only many feet away, rushed out of the shadows. The said figure was a young boy around the age of twelve, wearing a black trench coat and underneath was a pale blue shirt with a grey smiley face on the front with a neutral expression along with a large pair of glasses. His hair was black and was in a scythe-like style. It was Dib. As the engines to the ship came to life and the ship began to rise into the air, Dib came rushing out of the shadows.
"Zim!" He shouted, a look of awe and shock on his face as he saw the one of the Tallests holding the young Irken as the hatch to their ship closed as they took off.
"ZIIIM!" Dib screamed as he stopped in the middle of the field, only seeing a small flash of light within the night sky.
"Zim…" Dib said as he fell into the grass as he gazed up at the sky.
Soon, he hung his head.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered as the remnants of the wind brushed past him.
Again... I feel really horrible T_T And I think I might've exaggerated the Tallests' behaviors -_-; I still hope you like it though ^^; I'll try to get more up soon :) So please stay tuned C: Please R&R. Thanks :D
PS- And btw, I know what you're thinking but you're wrong :( This isn't ZaDr... As it says in the summary, it's ZaDf :) I'm not ranting or anything :( I myself kinda like ZaDr ^^; But I'm kinda more ZaDf than anything ^^;^^; Just so you know XD But anyways, that's what I wanted to say as an FYI :D