(TAK'S POV)
Tak's gloved index finger was placed readily on the trigger of the gun, her eyes fixed on her prey which was locked in place on the wall of Zim's headquarters. Although Tak's face had hardened with fierce anger and ambition, her eyes betrayed her, holding a small flame of guilt and genuine sadness.
Zim, clearly not seeing the reason for the sudden intrusion and the jealousy hiding behind Tak's emotions, stood dumbfounded with Mimi squirming under Zim's boot. The mega ray-gun which opened up out of the ceiling stood poised in the corner of the room, pointed at Tak. An eerie silence filled the room, forcing both of the Irken soldier's antenna's to twitch while Gaz shivered from increasing tension in the room.
Tak opened her mouth, but shut it instantly; trying to remember the speech she had forced herself to remember when this moment had come. But seeing Zim again, and all his rotten, despicable glory… seeing Zim in pain due to separation from a measly human, the enemy… it tore Tak apart. Seeing Zim fall in love with a human completely took her away from her sanity, and sent her spiraling down into an abyss filled with emotion and weakness.
Just seeing Zim be so possessive over something so beautiful, so perfect… just seeing Zim be so in love with what Tak secretly envied and wanted for so long.
To be loved was all she wanted.
Irkens were never built for love or emotion. Irkens were never meant for love or mates; they were made simply for an empire which destroyed, killed, and ruled other pitiful, useless lives. They were made for death.
But, unfortunately, a small amount, about five percent of the Irken population were given PAK's with an electrical short, which allowed them to feel any emotion such as sadness, anger, lust, happiness, and the feeling of freedom. But, even if they wanted to, they could never switch PAK's because the previous Irken which had died had stored important information which was to be passed down to the next Irken whom was to take place and continue their voyage in Irken invasion.
Zim and Tak were a small few who had these defects, giving them emotion and another unnecessary burden to carry.
"Why a human? Why keep possession over the enemy?"
Tak's shrill voice rang through the air as she spoke in her native tongue. Her arm was shaking a little, and she hung her head, still staring at the gothic hostage whom was pinned to the wall in front of her.
"Enemy? Tak, perhaps you haven't noticed or heard, but I lost my job as an Invader. I am no longer an Irken civilian working for the Empire. I'm BANISHED from my own home. I can't go back to my own homeland. Zim is stuck here, on this pitiful waste with nothing to own, and nothing to live for," Zim growled out the last phrase as he continued on, "and I do not own Gaz. She is sick, and dealing with a LOSS; her brother, DIB just passed AWAY in an Earth crime called HOMICIDE. You killed him didn't you,Tak?"
Tak flinched at the sound of Dib's name and the harsh input of her name at the end; and not long after Zim finished his explanation, Tak's whole body ran through a tremor and her antennas fell flat against her head. She didn't mean to.
She didn't mean to kill him. She meant to kill the other sibling; Gaz. If Irkens could cry, Tak would cry an ocean.
Shit; she couldn't do it. She can't kill what Zim cared for most. She couldn't do it.
"Very nice. You figured out the puzzle. Yes; I DID kill the human's sibling." She dared not speak Gaz's name. Tak bit her snake-like tongue to keep herself from spitting at the human before continuing on in the English language.
"I had nothing against the other. Nothing. That bullet was meant for this pathetic excuse; your… mate…." She hissed out the last word and her eyebrows knitted together as crow's feet lined her forehead. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed with all her might to keep her voice even. She lowered her gun, but she held it tightly in her grip. Her other hand closed into a fist after she lowered her weapon, and her antennas flexed once, twice, a third time before she looked back up to a surprised looking Gaz.
"Zim," Gaz breathed out, "it's jealousy Z-"
"SHUT IT HUMAN! THIS HAS NO PLACE FOR YOUR VILE INTERRUPTIONS!" Tak snapped, and raised her gun back to the human.
Zim's eyes widened with shock as he looked back at Tak, an incredulous look in his eyes. "Jealousy? Is that it? Is it REALLY worth taking her life?"
"Zim, remember the time when I came to Earth a few years ago? You thought I had feelings for you after I read that poem to you, did you not? You tried winning my heart over a variety of gifts and presents on Valentine's Day… heh… Zim, I have to admit, that was completely sweet of you, but you were a moron. I was playing… er….. how do you say it? Er…"
Gaz finished for Tak, somewhat reluctant to help her, "… Hard to get?
"Yes. That," Taking a long sigh, she continued on with her secret, "Zim, I DID have feelings, and I... still do… for you. Yes, you were a moron, and yes, you were annoying, but I respected you. You almost took down a WHOLE civilization! THE WHOLE IRKEN ARMADA! In Operation Impending Doom One, you blew up half of the planet, and almost wiped out the whole Irken Empire. You were…. A god; you were everything that I ever DREAMED of. And then Operation Impending Doom Two took place, and you were sent to Earth. Everything happened so fast… I just wanted to prove that I was just as good. Not only that, but prove to YOU that I was maybe, just maybe, what you wanted."
Tak dropped the gun and turned away from Gaz and Zim, both of which had sympathetic, sad, and anger filled faces.
"And I came back to find THIS; a HUMAN. A simple human took your heart. And I was just a bad dream. I was an enemy; a forgotten nightmare. I'm a fucking mess."
"I'm sorry about Dib. I'm sure he was a great sibling." Tak looked over to Gaz before calling to Zim, "Let my SIR unit go. We're leaving. Mimi, unlock the restraints on the girl once we are out of the base."
"Tak, I-," Zim started with an apology, but Tak cut him off with a quick flick of her hand, signaling him to say no more. She need not an apology. It was clear his heart was set for a filthy human. She came here to deal with her business, but she left with the wrong blood on her hands. She figured that Gaz losing her only sibling would kill her mentally. Keeping her alive and letting her live in misery and mourning was a much better punishment then ending her pain with a bullet in her head.
Tak's PAK opened up and a large, explosive gun came out, breaking a hole through several floors until it reached to ground level. "Come, Mimi."
She flew through the hole using her rocket PAK launcher and Mimi followed up behind, leaving a small residue of smoke behind. Looking back to the base, Tak bit her lip and balled her hands into fists once again, to keep her sanity and certainty with her.
The sun was barely showing over the horizon while the stars began to slowly brighten in the nighttime sky. The pale moon left the street in a glow, and on the end of one col-de-sac, stood a house left in ruins and smoke.
EPILOGUE: Therapy Sessions
(GAZ'S POV)
A soft rainfall fell upon a large window as lightning filled up the room. A two-story building with warm color coated walls held patients in a mental institution along with a certain green, disguised alien fidgeting impatiently in the waiting room.
A woman therapist with rimmed glasses sat in a large leather chair, which sat several feet in front of another leather couch. A girl about the age of fifteen sat alone staring at the psychological doctor, a few cuss words ringing through her head. "And how do you feel about that?"
The therapist sat there, looking happily at the gothic teenager who had smudged eyeliner and black circles due to lack of sleep lining her eyes. She was forced to talk to a complete stranger about her dreams and what had happened about the loss of her brother, Dib. She also talked about her view on teenage suicide and homicide, but kept her emotions hidden, and her usual, cross look on her face as she explained the recent hectic events that led up to why she was in a crazy house.
"How do I feel about life? Or how do I feel about all of this? About coming to a fucking stranger, a 'doctor' who is supposed to help me? How do I FEEL ABOUT MY BROTHER WHO WAS SHOT TO DEATH ON MY OWN PORCH STEP? AND YOU'RE ASKING, 'HOW DO I FEEL'?"
Gaz's eye twitched with irritation and anger as she stood up. She was getting awfully tired of this lady's happy, bright attitude.
"That's right, let your anger out. Don't keep it in. You got to let all that emotion out. Cry, scream, yell, pout, FEEL THAT EMOTION DEEP INSIDE OF YO-," the woman was abruptly cut off by a hook to the face and more angry punches, scratches and bruising before leaving the room in a temper.
"ZIM!" Oh, was he going to GET IT for sending her to a therapy session.
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The End.
(Author's Note) I believe this is the last of the trilogy consisting of "Someone Somewhere", "Angel ZAGR", and "Dear Insanity".
I will add one last chapter, but it will only be lyrics to a song.
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And In case you were wondering: what happened to Tak? She left Earth in a depressive state. Does she stay working for the Irken Empire/ Armada? Does she quit? Does she continue living? Or does she turn out to be emo, and commit suicide? Well, thats for YOU to make up yourself. (:
If any of you are artists and liked the story, it would be SERIOUSLY cool to draw a picture from one of the scenes in the story. I would be HONORED if you did such.
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If you are fans of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, I have posted a story called, "A Call". Check it out if you want.