Among the StarsNothing but the Rain
Zim stumbled outside.
Down the front steps, up the pavement, knees almost buckling, as his head swam. His eye sight was going blurry, and he hoped vaguely, insanely, that he had remembered to put on his human disguise.
He couldn't even think quite straight anymore, only in the back of his mind he heard Gir murmur, "Don't worry Pig... master is going to be back soon..." before the door slammed shut.
Nothing was right.
What had he expected? One simple transmission from Irk. And then... Zim's life was shattered...
"Quite frankly, Zim, we don't care."
"We didn't even know the stupid planet existed...."
"...Hoping you were going to die in the atmosphere anyway..."
"We never wanted you, Zim. You're worthless."
"Don't come back, either. Stay on your 'Earth'. You've been banished, Zim. Don't ever come back."
He tripped and fell. The alien bit his tongue on the way down, and tasted blood. He lie there for a second, perfectly aware of how vulnerable he must be to any people walking by in the twilight, just lying in the middle of the road.
'Zim... you are a fool...' he thought, crumpling in on himself into a ball.
He could still hear Purple and Red's laughter ringing in his ears.
'What a failure...'
He was so stupid. Blind. Ignorant. Of course the Tallest had hated him. Of course he was a worthless failure. He had been blinded when the Tallest had sent him to a planet to conquer it, blinded... thinking that he was getting bestowed some great honor... to conquer a planet that they didn't think existed...
He shoved himself shakily to his feet again, walking to who knows where. Because as long as he walked, he was safe.
He went to Earth. He tried to take it over, again and again and again... but he never succeeded. Ever. And when he couldn't do that, an assignment considered simple by the Irken, the Tallest's interest in him disappeared altogether.
And when he gave them reports, gave them updates, they mocked him, made him the laughing stock in all of Irk.
And he had been too ignorant to see it.
The houses were becoming even more blurred, and the light was growing dim. Clouds were obscuring the red sky.
'I have no home now.'
Zim would have to stay on this pitiful planet until he died. His computer, his transmission device... had been destroyed. He looked down at his hands, reminded. They were torn and bloody, and oozed dark green liquid.
He would always had those scars, he knew. They would always be there, reminding him, making him suffer...
It was them that the first drop of rain fell.
It landed on his arm, and he yelped, brushing it away, then wincing as it burning into the blood on his hands. He ran, ran for an overhang of any sorts, to get away before it really started...
Thunder cracked directly overhead, and a downpour started.
Zim covered his head vainly with his hands as he felt the Irken acid plunge through his body like knives. He was aware of someone screaming faintly in his sensitive ears. He dropped forward as the rain poured harder, smashing his forehead into the sidewalk and it felt like his skin was getting eaten away by the water.
But that was just mocking his mental anguish.
He turned his eyes up, his eyelids being weighed down with cinder blocks as the rain sapped away his energy, his strength, making him groggy.
There was a house a few down on his right that looked unclearly familiar. But was it his? He didn't have any idea anymore. He pulled himself to his feet, using a pole to hold him up.
But nothing really held him up.
He put one foot in front of the other, inched to the house.
Millions of Irken laughing.
The rain melting his skin as he forgot to scream as his voice was lost.
One more step.
"You have no home here, Zim."
Yes. This was his house, he could feel it, as he lurched up the walkway. All he had to do was knock on the door and Gir would open it, and he could... figure out what happened next.
Or collapse. Whichever came first.
Zim was now completely soaked, and agonizing pain just flamed his body without stopping instead of the shorter dagger stabs. His human clothes hung and stuck to his body. He opened his mouth to call Gir, but all that emerged was a croaking noise.
Toppling over the steps, he knocked on the door. There was no ecstatic screaming, "JUST A MINUTE!" Just a slow, quiet "Coming!"
The door opened, and Zim swayed as he realized that he had made a mistake. This most certainly was not his house.
Even pain-ridden with his vision blurry, he knew his archenemy when he saw him.
Dib glared at him from the door. "What do you want, Zim? 'Cuz whatever plan you have, I'll just say right now it isn't going to work!"
Zim kneeled over and blacked out before he hit the stone steps.
Ah, poor ol' Zim... damn that rain. Oh well, there's still hope yet for him... I'm updating soon, so leave me a review... you love it, you hate it?
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