The Future Past's Present
part nineAt 7:33 the patient in 316 flat lined. The scream that filled the void echoed as medical personnel pulled a hysterical teenager from the room, the green skinned youth kicking and screaming while obscenities flew from his mouth like spit.
"How could you do that?!" he shouted, trying to charge at the tall man with black, wavy, sickle-like hair. A guard, losing his grip on the young man's arm, grabbed hold of his head. The black hair pulled back from the green-headed teen as a collective gasp filled the room.
Two thin antennae popped up, leaving the noseless, earless, ruby-eyed alien standing in the middle of a hospital, surrounded by doctors, security guards and the world renowned scientist, Professor Membrane.
The gig was up. Zim sank to his knees, the guards letting go of him in shock. He didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
"It's...it's an alien!" a woman shouted. It was all it took to unleash mass hysteria. The security guards stepped back, trying to keep the patients and visitors from coming too close to the "dangerous" monster on the third floor.
"My son..."
Zim looked up, for the first time seeing emotion on the professor's face; trickles of water flowed under the black goggles.
"My son wasn't crazy after all...."
Zim smiled. He may not have been able to save his friend's life, but at least now Dib's memory wouldn't be tarnished with insanity. He hung his head, a small smile on his face. "You've won, Dib. Everyone knows. And now you'll finally be famous."
Defeat never felt so good.
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The first thing Zim learned to love about Earth was its gravity...