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I suppose we're supposed to make new threads for our challenge replies, so...that's what I'm doing.
Title – Rose Tint My World (odd title, huh?)
Author -Dibmagician
Challenge - Challenge #2, Regicide
Rating - R
Warnings - underlying tones of non-canon romance, (not going to say which kind, as I want it to be a surprise.) excessive gore, and character death
Pairings - (see above)
Disclaimer – Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Viacom.
Summary –When someone gets pushed over the edge, how far will it take them to get gratification? (Yes, that probably didn’t make sense, I know.)
Hope you like it!
"I wonder...Do you even know how much of a horrible person I think you are?" the captor called to their male prisoner, who was currently hanging upside down from a large, metal cable tied around his feet and connected to the ceiling, blood spattering from the numerous but non-lethal wounds on him made merely for the sake of torture.
“You think that you can get away with every thing, don’t you?” they growled at its captive. “You just think that no one will scorn you for what you do, because nobody cares!”
The captor paused for a moment, pushing the captive’s right shoulder so that he lazily spun around in a counter-clockwise circle.
“Stop…” muttered the prisoner as he continued to whirl around.
The torturer cocked an eyebrow. “Stop? STOP? Listen, you pompous bastard, I make the rules around here and I’ll stop when I feel like it,” the captor pushed him again so that he was now twirling quite fast. That was, until the torturer reached out a hand and abruptly stopped the insane spiraling of the man and the rope connected to his feet. It then began pacing in front of its hostage.
“Do you know that after I while, I stopped hating him?” they inquired. “At that point…it skipped friendship; I loved him. And he loved me. Those were the happiest days of my life! But then…you came into the picture. And YOU stole him away from me. He started to spend less and less time with me and more and more time with you. And then…he was gone,”
The pacing stopped, and the captor walked straight up to the man, who was currently eye level with him. “Because of you! Because of you, he left. Because of you, my one happy thing in my life was gone. You ruined my and his life! You're like a sponge. You take, take, take, take! You drain others of their love and emotions. Well, I've had enough.* I’m going to make you pay even more than you already have…” they then pulled out a very large hook.
“Now you’re being unreasonable…the authorities will eventually find out about this!” the prisoner spat out, panicked.
“So? I doubt they’ll be able to find out it was me, and even if they do, it wouldn’t matter. My life is gone; nothing they do to me will make me regret this,” the captor replied, twirling the large hook in its hands.
“No! Don’t do this!” he (the prisoner) shrieked, flailing his arms.
“Oh? And why’s that, hmm?” the torturer demanded, grabbing the front of the man’s coat and shaking him.
“Because it’s wrong…would he want you to do this? To me?” he queried, trying to save his own life.
The captor laughed. “It’s because he wouldn’t want me to do this that I have to…he’ll come back to Earth for your funeral, and that’s when I’ll strike. Maybe not me, but it’ll happen,”
“No!” was the only thing that the man said. “Don’t!”
The captor stared into a pair of amber eyes, matching their own. “Goodbye, Daddy,” he muttered, then reached the hook up and ripped the man’s chest and stomach wide open before stepping back.
There was a slight squeaking noise, like he had started to try and scream, from the Professor before he died, and his eyes flickered with fear. But then, of course, they dimmed with death as his organs fell out of his body and hit the ground, hanging out like streamers at a birthday party, only far more grotesque.
The captor smiled, dropping the hook to the ground before looking upward and muttering, “That was for you, Zim,” The captor then took off the black gloves he had been wearing, shoved them into the left pocket of his black trench coat, and walked out, humming “Rose Tint My World” as he left the bloody body of his father to rot in his sanctuary, his home lab, until someone found it.
Well, that’s it. A bit creepy and short, yes, but ah well. A cookie to any one who can tell me what the asterisked quote and the title/song are from.
Criticism is fine!
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