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Being Human	By : RotSeele Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Being Human
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Twenty-Five
- 26-Twenty-Six
- 27-Twenty-Seven
- 28-Twenty-Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine (Epilogue)
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Twenty-five - Zim POV
Dying hurt.
I don't know what made me move, honestly, but I moved. Probably the fastest I'd ever moved in my life. All I saw was Aevinr and that dual bladed knife of his, saw it aimed at Dib, and knew immediately if those blades pierced him, he would be dead before sunrise. Stupid me, I never even thought that the same thing would happen to me.
Aevinr's face was close to mine. I was holding tight to his right arm, the one that held the knife, but that action did me little good. It only kept him from running me through completely and hitting Dib. Not that I could turn and see what was going on behind me. Maybe the blades had hit Dib, maybe he was already dead. The two blades had pierced my middle and chest. I knew one had perforated my right lung, and the other had neatly severed my squeedlyspooch nearly in half. I was bleeding out. Then Aevinr gave me a smirk and twisted the blades inside me. My scream was strangled by blood, and he didn't seem the slightest bit fazed that my blood was splattering on his clothes. I felt my perforated lung tear, felt my squeedlyspooch rip away from the last thread that held it together. The entrance wounds grew wider, like the exit wounds, and more blood spilled out. Aevinr turned the blades until they were horizontal instead of vertical. At that point I couldn't even assess the internal damage; the external damage was all I could see, and the pain had tripled, quadrupled, until it was just a white hot fire that ate away at every nerve ending in my body. I was dying, but I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing me begging him to end it quickly. Not that he would, if I could assume anything by his manic smile.
"Good bye, Irken," Aevnir said, whisper soft, in my ear. "I commend your bravery, but your sacrifice will be for nothing. After you, your humans are next."
"Go fuck yourself," I wheezed with maybe my final breath. My blood spattered on his face with each word.
"Maybe I will." Aevnir says with a chuckle, right before he tore the two blades out of my left side.
I saw the blades. Saw my squeedlyspooch go with them. Realized, belatedly, the bastard now had my insides as his gruesome trophy to prove he'd done his job. Then Aevnir stepped back, and my hands simply let go of him. Bad hands, I thought. I didn't tell you to let go.
Idiot, said another voice, maybe mine, maybe someone else. He didn't just get your squeedlyspooch. He got your spine too.
Oh. Maybe that was why I couldn't feel my hands. Or maybe why all I could feel was cold now.
I crumpled to the ground, somehow not collapsing entirely in a pool of my own blood. I felt a flash of warmth, and then my head hit something. A shoulder. Dib's shoulder. His arms were around me, futilely trying to put what was left of my squeedlyspooch back inside me. My blood was all over his face, all over his hands. He was staring at me, wide-eyed and deathly pale. It felt good to finally be held by him. Felt nice. Shit. How ironic was that? I'm dying and here was my chance to tell Dib how I felt. I saw tears in his eyes, already slipping down and making tracks through my blood. I focused on Dib's face. Well, I decided, as far as death scenes went, this rated pretty high in my book.
"Zim," Dib said, his voice thick with emotion, "why?"
Why? Idiot. If you need to ask that question, then you haven't been paying attention. Of course, I realized I couldn't exactly say that. Didn't have the breath. Couldn't get the breath. Why? Oh yeah. My right lung was in pieces, and left lung probably had a hole in it too. "Because," I sucked in air and felt it rush into my own abdomen, making the blood pouring out of me bubble. "For the... first time... in my life... I finally found... s-someth-thing to p... pro... protect. S-someone." Ah, talking hurt. I wasn't even sure Dib could hear me. I couldn't really see his face anymore. Didn't matter, really. "Dib-"
"Don't." He said. "Don't try to talk anymore. We have to fix you."
Fix me? I wanted to laugh, but that hurt just thinking about it."C-can't fix." I replied. Idiot. Couldn't he see I couldn't be 'fixed'?
"Zim, please! You need to save your strength. Seerah's coming. She'll help you."
Fat chance of that. Even if Seerah managed somehow to stop the bleeding, there was that little matter of me not having an internal organ anymore. Couldn't fix that, could ya, bitch?
"Dib." I gasped out. "Listen."
"No. Don't talk."
I heard him yelling for Seerah. I could faintly hear a girl crying, heard the pop-pop-pop of gunfire and someone laughing.
"D-Dib." I choked out.
"Zim, just be quiet. It'll be okay. God, why did you...?! What the fuck were you thinking?!"
"F-fucking listen assh-hole!" I snapped. He stared at me, incredulous. At least, I think that was his expression. I couldn't see anything but darkness anymore. Had I closed my eyes or had my body finally begun to shut down? Either way, I couldn't feel pain or cold anymore, so I figured it was pretty nice. When Dib didn't say anything, I kept going, sucking in air and spitting out blood with each word. "I n-never wanted... a-any if th-this to happen. I j-just wanted... to s-show you I could..." Could what? Fuck, I didn't remember anymore. "B-but I h-had fun. I l-liked being Z-Zeke... liked being..." Ah, I couldn't breathe anymore. I felt dizzy. But Dib had to know. I'd decided I would tell him, and it would be the last thing I ever did, and the only thing I'd ever done right. “I’m s-sorry. For... everything... I lo-... love you, Dib.”
Did he hear me? I guess it didn't matter. I couldn't hear anything. Couldn't see anything. Couldn't feel anything. Couldn't...
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