Title: All Hallow's Eve
Author: zoulvisia
Pairing/Characters: The pilots, no pairings
Word count: 967 overall, 222 for pt. 1
Rating/Warnings: G – PG-13; some disturbing imagery in pt. 5
Summary: A series of drabbles outlining different thoughts of the five pilots on death, dying and the people they have killed.
Author's Notes: I wrote the different parts with a different pilot in mind for each part, and I've put down who I had in mind for each part at the very end; however, if you feel that a drabble fits another pilot better... well, it's really up to you to decide who is who! There isn't much set in stone here D
Disclaimer: I do not own GW, or any of the characters who inspired these drabbles.
All Hallow's Eve pt. 1
They're talking again.
Why won't they just shut up? I keep on asking myself and my mind is running in circles. They're talki—
No, I've already said that.
I think I'm going insane.
But who wouldn't, with them... talking? AND THEY WON'T SHUT UP.
Listen. Listen. No, you can't hear them, but listen to me. When you've got a thousand, two thousand people telling you you're crazy, a murderer, you shouldn't be alive, you begin to believe them. Because it's thousands of people. And what's more, in your heart you know they're right.
And they won't shut up.
Other people—living people, that is—have been telling me today to shut up. I'm too loud, I'm annoying them, distracting them. But I'm only talking so loud so long so fast because it's the only way I can drown them out. I can't shut up because in the silence I find the truth. Waiting for me. Like a monster, under the bed, in the closets, in the dark places where no-one goes.
But the others, the living ones, they don't get it.
I think I like it better than way, because if they did then they wouldn't want to be around me any more. And then I'd just be left with myself and the silence.
And them.
Why won't they shut up...?