Deep underneath Zim's base, he awoke. Groggy and sore. His glasses had been broken, and his left eye was swollen shut. A metal strip that the skool used to quiet annoying students, was around the mouth of the human.
He groaned, which the blurry green figure that was Zim chuckle lightly. He could almost make out that the alien had his back turned, and that the flat, gray, blur he was facing was a table, or something akin to a table.
"You know, had you been smart enough to find my one weakness, you could have saved the earth and yourself, Dib." The alien turned to face him. Zim had a syringe in one hand, the other nonchalantly tapped it twice.
His eyes widened, and he wanted to squirm, to run from that horrid place, but he had been strung up on something a kin to an operating table, and there was no room for movements.
"Tell me, stink-monkey, do you know ho expensive venom from a king cobra is on the black market?" The alien smirked and reached out to run a gloved claw along his jaw and down the side of his neck.
Zim's smile widened as the human shuttered and let out a small, muffled, whimper.
"Oh you are fun, if you weren't so in the way of my plans I might just keep you alive. GIR needed a new plaything anyway." The alien chuckled softly again.
Zim's hand, which still rested on his collar bone, moved to locate the vein at the base of his neck. Having found it, the alien leaned into whisper into Dib's ear.
"My pak. If you'd just been able to remove it, you would've won, Dib-stink."
His last memory after that was of intense pain, and Zim's laughter, as he watched the life drain slowly, and painfully from Dib's body.
Authors Comments-
Okay, I got the idea for this fic last night while I was watching IZ with my dad. I watched Backseat Drivers, Mortos, and Zim Eats Waffles. I'm not really sure how the combination of the three relates to this fic. But it did.
Reviews are welcome~!
Disclaimer-
Seriously, when have I ever claimed to own the rights to this series. I do not own IZ, That's Jhonen and Nickelodeon's job.