Invader Zim and co. ain't mine. I'm too poor. This fic has been inspired by Carmels fics and the Sandman.

As well as listening to Where The wild roses grow, by Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue. Not that the lyrics suit it but the tune does. Well, If you like a two parter which this'll be, then have fun. Sorry it's so short, It's my first time on . *-^. Have fun and eat TACOS!!

MASQUERADE

part 1

Ending riddle

Written by: The Joker Of Wonderland

Brushing her fingers over the ground, brown and blood stained, she lifted her head to were the sun once was. Hidden by brown, thick smoke. The once brilliant orange orb, now the colour of the dead flowers that surrounded her.

The bodies of the dead, traitors, rebels, freedom fighters, whoever had deceived or displeased him, now lay beneath the ground. Covered by layers and layers of dirt and rubble. Forgotten, un-wept, un-mourned.

How would it feel to be forgotten? Now they were nothing. Just as he had planned.

“Forgive me….”

What forgiveness could be asked for? From who? Maybe….after this…she could sleep forever. No need to come back.

“Well, Human-wench? Will you or not?” He asked, demanded more or less. “I rule now. None can defeat me! Not even you precious brother.” It was said with a sneer, as if the man in question could hear him and protest. Not that Dib would, how could he? He had been dead for months. Perhaps buried here, in this deserted land, barren and golden. So well in deceiving it’s hidden horrors.

“You know what? You have so much. The world, an empire, everything…”She murmured “Everything indeed.”

“Yes, yes.” He muttered irritably, as if he had heard it all before.

“None can defeat you. Or…so is your notion.” She watched the confusion spread across his face, as if trying to decipherer what this...this pathetic stink-creature meant.

“Don’t you know? Can’t you guess?” She asked, enjoying seeing his anger rise.

"I don't know what you call her on your world. But she'll come for you soon enough. We're all equal to her." She didn't need to turn to hear the click of the gun, it was loud enough. A single 'click' to signal that her time was almost up.

"Enough babble, human-filth, I'll ask you once more; will you join me or not?" The gun muzzle pressed against the back of her head, cold and cruel...just like it's wielder. She turned and smiled at him, the strange joy made him grip the handle even harder.

"No."

The crack was the last thing she heard, as she fell to the ground, she saw (vaguely), a beautiful figure in black. Smiling at her...arms open, waiting for her to enter them....to sleep there, forever.