ZADR: His Game

Ass Hole Alien

      It's dark. It's cold. It's quiet. I'm hungry. I'm scared.

        Then I hear a sigh that suddenly broke the silence and I see a monster coated in green flesh before me. His red eyes pierced through the blackness and looked down on my shivering prison of a body. 

        Kneeling down, Zim crouched closer to me; getting directly in my face. He's taunting me, I can almost hear him talking to himself in his mind about how much he loves seeing me like this.

        "How have you been, Dib-worm?" His question was sincere sounding but entirely rhetorical.

        I tried to stare daggers at him but he retorted with a relaxed smile which only twisted my empty stomach into knots. I felt so torn and weak but found the strength to muster up a reply.

        "W-what do you want, Zim," I croaked out of my parched throat. I coughed after I spoke, the words being too much for me.

        Zim's eyes gleamed "bat shit crazy" at me, he was insanely enjoying this. I wish I had the energy or else I would strangle him right through the bars. He was only inches away from me, separated by rusty bars.

        His animated face brightly smiled as he answered with ease and cheeriness. "Why, I've only come to pay a visit to my beesst frrriend."

        All of this excitement was draining me of my energy, I was starting to feel hazy. The adrenalin continued to rush, nonetheless. Zim's presence can get my heart rate up and testosterone released at any moment.

        As a laugh escaped my lips, I drunkenly look at the alien. "You shouldn't be messing around with someone who knows your dirty little secret..." I managed to stutter out.

        But it was all the more true. I knew Zim's addiction and it could fuck him over royally. It may not seem like it but I've spent enough of my lifetime down in this hell hole to have figured out how to play his own mess against him.

        Worry washed over his wretched face and I was now feeling pleased. Zim's eyes scanned the area around us; making sure we were alone, I presume.

        "You don't know anything about me," he shot his words at me as if he were throwing a dart; his words sharp and precise.

        Shutting my eyes tight to reassure my consciousness, I started again, "I hear you paying the dealer outside..." I licked my chapped lips to help my mouth form the words better. "They may not hear me but I hear them and I hear you, Zim."

        His eyes shot open wide; wider than they already were. Not facing me, Zim crossed him arms in defiance. "So what if you know that. You can't do a single thing about it, Dib-boy."

        Confident are we?

        "I can tell the next soldier who comes in here," I slurred. "They all hate you and are keeping an eye out for your next fuck up. When they know about this, they'll--"

        "SILENCE!" Zim abruptly cut me off. "They don't hate me, they lo--"

        I interrupted him in mid-sentence. "Oh they do. It's forever on their minds but never on their tongues," I paused to let my words sink into Zim's thick skull. "Do you r-really think that they'd tell you they hate you? You'd k-kill them. They're more concerned for their lives than opinions, Zim."

        My words were too much. I knew I only had a few more replies before I black out or puke what's left of my stomach acid all over this dirty floor.

        Zim only looked disgusted as he stood to his feet, keeping his head at it's proud position. But it was all vague; he knew that what I said was true but I could tell he was trying to repent the reality. Typical space idiot.

        "What do you want, Dib." Zim had left my name naked; no rude remarks or maybe "monkey" after it. He was afraid to insult me, I can fuck him up easily and he's tip toeing around that chance.

        "What do I want?" I smiled to myself as I looked down at my knees, thinking of what I'd like to choose to take from him.

        Zim scoffed, "For your silence, what do you want." It was easy to see that he did not want me to have an answer. Unfortunately for him, he was definately getting one.

        My vision was blurring and my head felt light and in a daze. I was only seconds away from blacking out. My body and everything else in my sights began to spin in a crazy tango. Rushed thoughts flew back and forth in my crowded head, I need to think of something before I pass out.

        "I want out of here. I want to live and be treated like a king," I managed to spit out while raising my head up to look Zim in the eyes. He was staring back down at me with emotionless, red ovals.

        I don't want to be a king with Zim. I don't want to rule the Earth, especially not the way Zim is. It was the only thing I could say in order for Zim to comprehend what I want.

        "I want to live a good life; whatever is left of it."

        Those were my last words before black painted my vision and my head hit the cold ground.