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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-six - Dib POV
"Zim?" I questioned. I hadn't heard him right. I was sure of it. He couldn't have said... Couldn't have said he... he loved me. No. I was hearing things. Wasn't I? "Zim?"
No, I hadn't been hearing things. He really said that he loved me. He really said it.
I stared down at him, trying to ignore the fact his stomach and chest were torn open and his squeedlyspooch, or what was left of it, was laying on the concrete in a bloody mess. I tried to ignore the buckets of blood that covered him, me, and the ground around us. I tried to ignore the way Zim's head lolled against my shoulder, his skin pale and his eyes half-open and staring blankly at something in the distance. It wasn't like I hadn't seen death before. But I'd never seen it like this, up close and personal, covered in blood and viscera, holding the body of the person I loved.
"Zim?" I said again. "Don't fuck with me like this."
He didn't move. Didn't breathe. I felt tears stinging my eyes, and they fell onto his face. He still didn't react. I lowered my head toward his until our foreheads touched and I could stare into his eyes. He didn't blink. Still didn't breathe.
Faintly I heard Gaz crying. I raised my head to look at her, and I saw her on her knees, with her hands pressed to her mouth. Her makeup was running, her eyes wet and watery and tears spilled down her face. Behind her, Lyse stood, as if in shock. I turned my head the other way, and saw Seerah running toward me, her arms laden with things I probably would've recognized if I wasn't so emotionally fucked up. And then I saw him, the bastard who did this, Aevnir. He was grinning, still holding that double bladed knife. Still holding onto the main portion of Zim's insides.
Something inside me broke.
As soon as Seerah reached me, I handed Zim to her as gently as I could. I could trust her to take care of him, to make sure nothing more would happen to him. Not that he'd care. He was dead.
That sole admittance to myself had whatever beast I had inside me waking. I could feel nothing except rage and hatred and I focused on Aevnir, stepping forward step by slow stalking step. I still had my gun, the one Lyse had given me, so I raised it, aimed at Aevnir's smirking face, and squeezed the trigger. The gun jumped in my hands, spitting out round after round. I got lucky; two shots hit Aevnir dead on in the chest, but didn't kill him. He was wearing body armor, so even if the bullets hit, the damage wouldn't be lethal. I kept advancing, driving the bastard back under a hail of bullets. He was able to dodge most, something no normal human would've been able to do. But some hit. I drew blood. I managed to wound him. And I kept advancing, even though I knew if I got too far away, Aevnir might be able to turn the tables on me and I'd be the next to end up dead.
I changed my aim and started firing at his torso and legs. I saw a spray of blood as a bullet hit his thigh, but it was only a glancing blow, nothing that would prove detrimental to his movement. But at least he wasn't smiling anymore. No, now he was regarding me seriously. I started to smile, my grin growing wider and wider until I'm sure it was manic.
"Don't tell me you actually cared for that thing." Aevnir hissed at me.
"I loved him." I said. My gun clicked empty. Shit.
Aevnir started to smile again, but this one wasn't like any of the others I'd seen him smile. No, this one was sadistic. He knew I was a goner the moment my weapon ran out of ammo, and he would kill me if he could get close enough to me. And that monster inside me only begged for him to bring it on.
I tossed the gun aside. I didn't have anything else besides my bare hands, and Aevnir still held that sword. I didn't know what other weapons he might have hidden either. I watched him, ready for a lunge or a feint that I'd have to evade. He just kept staring at me, kinda like that velociraptor in the first Jurassic Park stared down that hunter guy right before her partner ate his face. I'd been wondering why Aevnir had come to us alone, without any backup. I knew most of his men had gone to secure different buildings as they looked for us, but I didn't think all of them would be doing that task.
Instinct told me to duck, so I ducked. I felt the searing heat of a plasma shot skim my hair before it splattered on the concrete, eating away a fist-sized hole. Then I heard another shot, but from behind me, and saw Lyse out of my peripheral, aiming at the asshole that had shot at me.
"You're pretty good, for a human." Aevnir says as he started toward me. He lowered his sword, and Zim's squeedlyspooch made a wet splort sound when it hit the ground.
"Yeah? You wanna find out how good?" I asked, practically snarling out the words.
"If your Irken pet couldn't beat me, what makes you think you will?"
"I'm human. We don't know the meaning of giving up. Besides, I'm pretty fucking pissed off right now. At you. So I don't think I'll beat you. I know I'll put your fucking corpse somewhere not even your people will find you."
Aevnir laughed. "Boy, you sure know how to talk big. You think you can make good on that?"
I glared at him, my lips twisted into a grin that matched his. "Challenging me is a bad idea."
"The way I see it is that I'm at an advantage. I've got weapons, you don't. I have backup, you have the prince, a bawling human female, and the princess. Plus that dead lump of mutated meat over there. Come at me, I will kill you. Run, I will kill you. So I don't see any way for you to tell me you're going to make sure I'm dead and buried somewhere the gods only know."
I smiled. "So why aren't you attacking? You've got the advantage right? So come at me. You preached that you'd kill me anyway, so why the hesitation?"
There. The goading was getting to him. Lyse and Seerah hadn't been kidding when they'd described Aevnir. He was brilliant, ruthless, an all-around merciless fighter. But there were factors he still hadn't been able to account for. Such as why Lyse and Seerah were helping me, why they were defending me. What did I have on them, he was wondering, that was making them do these things for me? What would happen if he did make a move for me? Was I strong enough to disarm him, to even turn the weapons against him? Aevinr had amazing patience, but I knew I was starting to irritate him. His eyes had narrowed as I watched him, and I knew he knew that I was starting to understand his thoughts. Almost like I was reading his mind.
Aevnir moved first. I saw the feint for what it was and side-stepped out of range of the upward slash. I kept moving, spinning around until I was inside his guard and I could grab the arm wielding the double bladed sword. He was incredibly strong, and he resisted my pulling with little effort on his part. But I was able to transfer my momentum to him, and used his resistance against him to throw him to the concrete. As he fell, I stepped forward, twisting the arm I held nearly 360 degrees, until I felt bone threaten to break. Aevnir released the sword he held and it clattered to the ground, narrowly missing slicing us both. I continued to twist his arm as I reached for the sword, but he rolled suddenly, knocking me off balance.
I grabbed the sword hilt as I fell, dragging it with me as I turned the fall into a roll to get away from him. As I looked up, Aevnir put his other hand to his shoulder. I winced as he simply shoved the dislocated joint back into its proper place. He gave me a look of pure contempt, but I knew he was also reassessing me. The beast inside me laughed. Now we were both armed and both ready to kill the other. I slowly rose, testing the weight of the double blades in my hand. I didn't really want to be touching this thing. It still had Zim's blood on it. But necessity won out over emotion, and I brought my new weapon up to a guard position.
"You're very good." Aevnir said slowly. He reached behind him, and pulled out a long sword that had almost twice the reach of the one I had. I also saw the glimmer of plasma in the hilt, and a second later, the plasma flooded the blade, making it hum eerily. "Let's see how you dance."
"Bring it on, dickhead." I snapped.
Aevnir shrugged, then came at me. He was fast, faster than Zim had ever been. It took all of my ability to even predict his strike. We parried and blocked, exchanging blows and moving around each other, circling as we tried to find an opening in the other's defense. We danced. I know it sounds funny, but that's practically what it was. It was a flurry of moves and strikes that were perfectly matched. We were predicting each other's moves and where we would step or turn or attack. I was panting by the time we broke apart. So was Aevnir. I could see a dangerous gleam in his eyes that said he had sorely underestimated my abilities. He hadn't expected me to be so proficient. I didn't have the kind of training he'd had, of course, but I'd spent my entire young life fighting Zim. Paranoia that he'd finally beat me one day had made me join a number of self-defense classes, and I'd learned how to handle weapons both in those classes and on my own. Mix that knowledge with the fact I was feeling particularly homicidal, and I was a pretty good match for that bastard.
After a moment's study, we clashed again. I didn't want to think it was possible that Aevnir might come out on top in our battle, so I decided I had to change up my strategy somehow. He was always pressing the attack, barely giving me time to find a way to attack myself. I was forced to retreat, and the further I went backwards, the more I could see of what was behind me. Lyse stood watching us, his gun aimed at Aevnir. His expression told me I didn't have to worry about Aevnir getting reinforcements. Beyond Lyse, I saw Seerah and Gaz, both kneeling over Zim's body. I couldn't see what they were doing, and for some reason I was getting pissed off that they were touching him. Hadn't he gone through enough?
Pain suddenly howled up my leg and I realized I was falling. My momentary distraction had given Aevnir the opportunity to slam his boot into my knee and knock it out from under me. As I fell, I planted one hand on the concrete to control my backwards roll, and managed to jackknife the heel of my shoe into Aevnir's thigh. I'd been aiming for his groin. The attack still surprised him enough to force him to retreat, giving me a scant few seconds to get to my feet and attack. He was surprised that I came at him, taking long steps to drive him backwards even more. I cut for his throat, forcing him to duck under the strike. It was exactly what I wanted him to do. The moment he was bent over, I kicked up at his face and caught him in the jaw. His head snapped back and his body followed, and he collapsed on the ground with a trickle of blood from his lip.
Aevnir spat his blood out onto the concrete. "Not bad, boy," He spat. "Now it's my turn."
I was on him before he could move that plasma sword in a defensive position. I pinned his sword arm down on his own chest, pressing the double bladed sword to his throat. "Now that," I growled, "isn't bad."
Aevnir chuckled. "Well, go ahead. Do it. Get your revenge, and doom this miserable dirtball of a planet."
"This planet is doomed anyway," I said. "I don't see why killing you would make much of a difference there." I pressed the blades harder against his throat. I adjusted my grip and gave Aevinr a smile that made his eyes narrow. "I hope you have a religion, and that it has a hell."
Aevnir didn't say anything. He just watched me, and waited. I pressed the blades down as hard as I could, then started to pull them to the left, slowly, agonizingly painfully, began to cut open his throat.
"Dib!"
My hand stopped moving. Seerah was calling my name. So was Gaz. She must've been the first, because her voice sounded raw. I had probably tuned her out, mostly because I was too pissed to listen to anything, and mostly because she was my sister. I half turned, keeping pressure on Aevnir's throat, and saw Seerah and Gaz standing, holding Zim's body on what looked like a stretcher. I narrowed my eyes. What the hell were they doing now?
Lyse was beside me then, the barrel of his gun pressed against Aevnir's head. "Go." Lyse said. "I'll hold him here."
I looked at him, then slowly stood, throwing the double bladed sword as far away as I could. "If he so much as breathes funny, you shoot him."
"Don't worry." Lyse said. "If he blinks funny, I'll shoot him twice."
Even though I wasn't satisfied in the least bit, I hurried over to Seerah and Gaz. I didn't want to look at Zim, but it wasn't like I had much of a choice. He was still covered on blood, still torn open, but I saw that part of him had been stitched up, and fresh blood was trickling from between those sutures. I looked at Seerah. "What the fuck did you do?!"
"I think I'm saving his life!" Seerah snapped. "There's a faint pulse. Or there was. I can put him back together, I just need your help!"
I stared at her, then at Gaz. She nodded. "I saw her do it, Dib." Gaz said. "She just put her hands in him and clamped something and yelled at me to help her. Zim's still alive, Dib! Barely, but he's still alive."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stared at Zim's broken body, wondering how anyone could've survived what happened to him. Slowly I looked back at Seerah. "You can save him?"
"Yes!" She says, exasperated. "But not if we keep wasting time like this! I need to get him inside, where I can get my equipment."
I felt that beast inside me start to quiet, and then panic started to set in. That was something I was used to. Panic was a pressure I could work well with. And we were running out of time. I ran to the door and pulled it open, holding it for Seerah, Gaz, and the stretcher. Navigating the stairs was a challenge, but we were on the landing, leaving a blood trail behind us. Seerah led us into a classroom, where I was put to work moving desks and chairs until we had a wide enough space for Seerah to start triage while Gaz and I ran around getting her what she needed. I was grateful she didn't explain what half the things I brought her were. I didn't even know how to explain the baby-sized silver box that had been in that duffel bag filled with weapons. I had assumed it was a weapon itself. Gaz brought paper towels and hand sanitizer and whatever else she could think of that would help. Once Seerah had everything she needed, she looked at Gaz and said, "You can go, Gaz. I just need Dib now."
She looked stunned. "Zim's my friend, too. Besides, it's not like I'm squeamish or anything and I can handle the sight of blood. And I know I can handle the sight of eviscerated bodies. Besides, many hands make for easy work."
Seerah looked at her, frowning.
"Just let her stay." I said. "Once she's made up her mind about something there's no changing it."
"Fine. But you do as I say, when I say it. And there will be no commentary from the peanut galley while I'm working, got it?" Seerah said with an ominous tone in her voice. We both nodded. "Alright. Let's get started."
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