DISCLAIMER STUFFSLIKE: I dont own IZim, got it? Jhonen does. Now enjoy. Didnt write the song either. That belongs to A Perfect Circle.

"Dead as dead can be,"

The doctor tells me

My heart stops when I hear those words then painfully forces itself to begin beating again. The doctor expresses his sincerest regrets as he leaves. What do you know? How can you tell me you're sorry? Why didn't you stop this? The constant blip of the monitor attached to Dib's chest provides a somber background to my thoughts. He can't die. It's Dib we're talking about. Dib. The same that I've placed so much in.

But I just can't believe him

Ever the optimistic one

So much I have placed in this human. My human. I pace around the machines that support his life. My entire reason for existing rests in that pale, wasted, body.

I'm sure of your ability to become

My Perfect Enemy

The perfect enemy. A concept developed over the ages in the heart of every soldier. The one person, the one fight you would gladly die for. Give up your mission, your goals for that last battle. No one can kill you; you cannot die unless it is at the hands of the True Opponent. Dib. My match, my equal, my perfect enemy.

Wake up and face me

A twitch of movement is all I ask for Dib. Please…

Don't play dead

Breathe on your own damnitt! You can't be that weak…

Cause maybe Someday I will walk away and say

"You disappoint me"

Don't leave me…

Maybe your better off this way

I reach his side. Surrounded by machinery, monitors, respirators. Life support. He looks so tired. Extreme physical exhaustion was the diagnosis. How did this happen? Was the game really that deadly?

Leaning over you here

Cold and catatonic

Lifeless. Your hand grasped in mine. It's just limp; there's no feeling there. Please Dib…You can't die. You're only seventeen.

I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been

Open your eyes…we're not finished yet.

It's your right and your ability to become

My Perfect Enemy

You promised me…

Wake up (we'll catch you) and face me (come on now)

Come on now…

Don't play dead (don't play dead)

Stop pretending Dib. Wake up! This isn't funny anymore. I know you're not this weak…

Cause maybe Someday I will walk away and say

"You disappoint me"

You've fought for so long. My hand brushes his cheek. Never any reward for your valiant actions except more bruises. More broken bones. Help me…I can't stop the traitorous thoughts from running through my head.

Maybe you're better off this way

You promised me! You swore you'd kill me!

Wake up (we'll catch you) and face me (come on now)

Don't play dead (don't play dead) Cause maybe (because maybe)

Someday (someday) I will walk away and say

"You fucking disappoint me"

Maybe you're better off this way

I can't live without you. How could you do this? How could you let this happen? I rage at the shell of a person in front of me, knowing it's futile.

Go ahead and play dead

I know that you can hear this

Go ahead and play dead

I beat on his chest now, crying for all I'm worth. Don't leave me Dib…please…They're going to pull the plug. You're running out of time. Come on.

Why can't you turn and face me?

Why can't you turn and face me?

You fucking disappoint me

I hold his hand, stare at his face as the machines shut down one by one. Then it comes. His eyes open and meet mine, a smile on his face. The pacemaker shuts down. The light begins to fade from his eyes and I am left with his last blow, his last attack. As his heart stops he speaks the words I'd have died to hear before. Now I'd die to hear them again. The blips slow then stop. Nothing is left but a haunting echo in the resulting silence.

"I love you"

…My Perfect Enemy