Ok, a new story!!! I thought up this idea in bed the other night and thought it would be fun to write. I know I'm in the middle of writing 'Tak's Revenge' at the moment, but I wanted to write this before I forgot my idea for the plot. Oh yeah, and this may or may not become a slash fic, but if it does there won't be any major gore. Definitely gonna be angsty though! Sooooo, enough blab, enjoy!
Dibs Choice
Chapter 1
A change for the better?
Dib slammed the door shut, a slight trickle of crimson blood running down the white paint from his hand. He glared at his room, at the UFO and Bigfoot posters, the extraterrestrial magazines and the various photos of Zim that cluttered his room.
He was a failure. A complete waste.
He carefully wiped his tender face of blood and tears. It had been a typical day with a harsh ending. As always he had been called names, humiliated, and had various pranks pulled on him.
But what had really set Dib off was when a gang of boys from his school- who had a particularly nasty reputation for bullying kids and still being popular- had cornered him and beaten him up.
Dib tentatively checked his wounds. It had never been this bad. Sure it was always painful, but not like this. He felt a raging anger swell up inside of him.
"I've had enough!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face.
He ran up to his wall and viciously tore down every poster and picture, sparing none. Once they were all shredded he stuffed them into his bin and turned to all his magazines.
He was about to scrap them when his eyes fell upon a picture of Zim screaming as GIR spilt a chocolate bubblegum drink all over him.
"Zim." Dib growled dangerously. "It's all your fault!" He tore it up violently, crying more and more. When he first discovered Zim it had been the best thing that ever happened to him; it was his chance to finally prove to the world that he wasn't crazy after all. He never expected his life to get worse. Zim just humiliated him, day after day, and the bullying intensified.
All though now he was too angry with Zim to realise it, somehow his life had been better. Those days when he chased after Zim, foiling his plans to conquer Earth- it was like he finally had a purpose. That he had liked, but now the bad parts clouded this memory.
He continued destroying all he had once prized and loved, overcome with anger and grief. When he had finished he collapsed on his bed, staining the soft covers with blood.
"A fresh start." he panted, talking quietly to himself. "This time no aliens, no bigfoot, no Zim. I've made my choice."
So what do you think? Sorry it's really short, but I will get the next chapter up ASAP, please review!