Snapshot of Invader Zim and Dib



Not my image, by the way. I take no credit for the art. (:

  After a gruesome and violent fight, Zim and Dib stop to glare at each other with pure loathing. Hatred was evident in both their eyes. One of Zim's contacts was off, revealing the real feelings hidden behind his deep and intensly red eye. Dib glared at him, glasses snapped like a twig and a scar on his forehead as if he was Harry Potter. They panted, two enemies taking a break after a battle.
  Zim panted hard, his suit ripped and torn as if a dog had jumped on him. He grabbed a handful of Dib's hair, threatening without word to yank. He was fully exhausted. But the look in his eyes seemed to tell Dib without words, "You may have won the battle, but I shall win the war."
  Dib looked at him, furious but not quite understanding the hatred that was being spat in his face. His jacket blew in a distant breeze, whispering in Zim's ear that its wearer was as determined as a cat chasing a mouse. The scratches on his face screamed defeat, but his fists clenched almost on their own. Dib's eyes slipped into a narrow gaze, filling to the brim with pure anger at Zim's stupidity.
  Zim stared deeply into Dib's eyes, for once seeing the despising that was being sent his way. Years of being mercilessly tesed and laughed at washed into Dib's body, filling him with a hatred he'd never felt before. He lunged at Zim again, the fight resuming worse than ever before.