AN-I wrote this at about half past midnight, listening to Saavedro's Theme from the Myst III soundtrack and Mitternacht by Kraftwerk, both very creepy, depressing songs. This is from the perspective of Darth Vader, just before he finds Obi Wan on the first death star. This is my first post, so please, give constructive criticism if possible!
Ghosts
Do you hear that, Obi wan? The sound of anguished souls? Their breaths at your ear, heavy with the pain of eternal torment?
That is the sound of ghosts, Obi Wan. The sound of ghosts that do not go so quietly into that long slow sleep, from which they will never wake up.
They cry because they are in pain. From their aching wounds that will never heal. From the wounds of betrayal, which burn them more grievously than any physical hurt. They cry for their families, their loved ones, who they will never see again with their own eyes.
Why does purity, wholeness, righteousness, goodness rip families asunder, Obi Wan? Why do they betray the ones who once trusted them? Why do they take their wives and children from them, why do they become the monsters that they fight against?
What are monsters, Obi Wan? Are they the horrible, dark, soulless beasts with savage claws and hungry eyes, always destroying? Or are monsters more insidious foes, those who come swathed in the cloak of justice, creating the beasts they call monsters?
Who is the monster, Obi Wan? The lost one, the one who may never walk free from the torment of the betrayal, crushing him with each labored breath? Or who made him so? Who was trusted, believed, followed. Who was rebelled against, the one who then destroyed the lost one's life, piece by agonizing piece...
Do you hear those ghosts, Obi Wan? They are angry. They are following you, Obi Wan. They will destroy the monster that has hidden from them for so long. They will tear the monster apart just as it did, so many years ago...
The ghosts have found you, Obi Wan.
AN- response to reviews:
Amylion- Thank you! Yes, I do write longer fics, and I might continue this kind of series, if the inspiration strikes (I'm going to need something to do on the trip my parents are planning this week...)
Lioma- Thanks! As said, I write longer things, but viginettes are my specialty. I am trying to make these longer, though. I'm thinking up another as I write this.
Ghosts
Do you hear that, Obi wan? The sound of anguished souls? Their breaths at your ear, heavy with the pain of eternal torment?
That is the sound of ghosts, Obi Wan. The sound of ghosts that do not go so quietly into that long slow sleep, from which they will never wake up.
They cry because they are in pain. From their aching wounds that will never heal. From the wounds of betrayal, which burn them more grievously than any physical hurt. They cry for their families, their loved ones, who they will never see again with their own eyes.
Why does purity, wholeness, righteousness, goodness rip families asunder, Obi Wan? Why do they betray the ones who once trusted them? Why do they take their wives and children from them, why do they become the monsters that they fight against?
What are monsters, Obi Wan? Are they the horrible, dark, soulless beasts with savage claws and hungry eyes, always destroying? Or are monsters more insidious foes, those who come swathed in the cloak of justice, creating the beasts they call monsters?
Who is the monster, Obi Wan? The lost one, the one who may never walk free from the torment of the betrayal, crushing him with each labored breath? Or who made him so? Who was trusted, believed, followed. Who was rebelled against, the one who then destroyed the lost one's life, piece by agonizing piece...
Do you hear those ghosts, Obi Wan? They are angry. They are following you, Obi Wan. They will destroy the monster that has hidden from them for so long. They will tear the monster apart just as it did, so many years ago...
The ghosts have found you, Obi Wan.
AN- response to reviews:
Amylion- Thank you! Yes, I do write longer fics, and I might continue this kind of series, if the inspiration strikes (I'm going to need something to do on the trip my parents are planning this week...)
Lioma- Thanks! As said, I write longer things, but viginettes are my specialty. I am trying to make these longer, though. I'm thinking up another as I write this.