My first 9 fic. Based off the 2005 short film.

I stood in front of their graves. An agonizing year had past since their death. Since we defeated the beasts. They all died. Only I remain. Nothing ever changes. The air is polluted, and rubble is left everywhere. It's as if time has stopped, yet it drags on by, leaving me to waste away. The only reason I know it's been a year, is because I've been counting. There's nothing better do, when your out here all alone. It leaves me thinking. Thinking about everyone.

5 was the last to die. He died to protect me. Even if just 5 survived, life would probably be much better. It would end the misery of being alone. Why did he have to die? He didn't deserve it. And 7. After everyone else died, she sacrificed herself, to defend 5 and me. Her death seems pointless now, since 5 died soon after that. I miss her dearly. And the guilt over her death would never leave me. Neither would 5's.

It wasn't fair! Why did everyone die! Why did they all leave me? True, we had defeated all the beasts, but at a terrible price. Everyone perished. Except for me. It's just not fair! Would life be better if none of them died, and never fought the beasts? I don't know. We would all live in fear forever. But now anything seems better than being here alone.

Rain fell. Rain had never fallen until they died. I guess it was there souls that created the rain. Would it have been better if I died with them? Humans died. They killed themselves, and each other. That occurred during the Great war. But we were created so we wouldn't die. Yet everyone else died. Except for me.

I looked up at the sky, thinking, was there really a place out there? What the humans called, heaven? Were they up there, watching me? Were the humans up there too? But what was the point. Even after death, your souls are up in the sky for an eternity. Forever lingering, thinking about what happened during life. Maybe there isn't any way out of this suffering. Yet...

I stood in front of 8's grave and glanced at his wet knife. I opened up my zipper. Wires connecting, gears turning, keeping me alive. I picked up 8's knife, and snipped at a wire. My consciousness was slowly slipping away. I continued cutting at the wires. I have no regrets. I can't take this anymore. Because I'd rather die than be here eternally alone.

Hullo people. As I said earlier, this is my first 9 fic. I almost didn't write this because, when I wrote the first version, and was about to save it, my computer shut down! You don't even know how irritated I was. Yet I rewrote this. Originally, I was gonna base this off after the actual 9 film, but I couldn't bare having 9 leave 7, 3 and 4. It was just too sad! (_) And that says something, because I can handle writing pretty gruesome stuff. And this is the first story I've written where I went near tears and got emotional with my own writing. But this seems more fitting since in the short film, everyone dies somehow. Anyhow, I might write another 9 fic, please Review, and bye!