Phantom Delirium
The engines gave a sputtering whine as she pulled up on the yoke. She gritted her teeth, clenching her hands as she forced the plane to climb above the majority of the clouds. Holding back tears, she looked to the unconscious body of her copilot in the seat to her right. As the engines shakily settled into a relatively smooth hum, she sighed, turning her eyes back to the somber expanse before her.
Sparkling dimly, the moon scorned her, offering a fraction of light to shadow her fallacy. Behind her, the door to the cockpit opened, revealing hundreds of passengers frozen in their seats. A young man, his face paler than the purest white, shakily whispered, while trying to avoid looking at her, “What are you doing to us? Why?”
Her voice broke as she responded. “I’m trying to save all of you. I-” She dropped her head, her black hair forming a thick curtain to hide her face, “I never wanted any of this. You’re all innocent, and I’m so sorry that you’ve been dragged into my problems.”
His face softened, yet he still shook as he looked on the strength of her broken form. Her eyes looked back to the forlorn sky. “You should go. I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”
The young man hesitated before softly shutting the cockpit door, turning instead to look out the nearest window. As he watched, the night cloaked the plane’s erratic traversal in dull delight. From inside the cockpit, he faintly heard the sound of a crestfallen melody. It rose to a shuddering crescendo as the plane dove downwards.
He stood a second longer before lunging to open the cockpit door once more. She spun, still singing her tears.
Eyes met.
Death laughed.
Ecstasy.
Sparkling dimly, the moon scorned her, offering a fraction of light to shadow her fallacy. Behind her, the door to the cockpit opened, revealing hundreds of passengers frozen in their seats. A young man, his face paler than the purest white, shakily whispered, while trying to avoid looking at her, “What are you doing to us? Why?”
Her voice broke as she responded. “I’m trying to save all of you. I-” She dropped her head, her black hair forming a thick curtain to hide her face, “I never wanted any of this. You’re all innocent, and I’m so sorry that you’ve been dragged into my problems.”
His face softened, yet he still shook as he looked on the strength of her broken form. Her eyes looked back to the forlorn sky. “You should go. I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”
The young man hesitated before softly shutting the cockpit door, turning instead to look out the nearest window. As he watched, the night cloaked the plane’s erratic traversal in dull delight. From inside the cockpit, he faintly heard the sound of a crestfallen melody. It rose to a shuddering crescendo as the plane dove downwards.
He stood a second longer before lunging to open the cockpit door once more. She spun, still singing her tears.
Eyes met.
Death laughed.
Ecstasy.
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