[You open your eyes somewhere in the Backstreets, in an unidentified but run-down location. This doesn't feel like you at first, like you don't belong in this space, but the feeling settles; no, this is you after all.
It's been rough, after the war. There's nowhere for anyone on the losing side to go anymore, the corporations dissolved, their employees shunned; it was a waste of years, in that sense, working and fighting and seeing your comrades all around you die for... no reason, in the end. What was all that worth? A corporate changeover, back to life as normal for everyone else, and for the rest of you-- nothing.
You're luckier than the rest. Others can still identify you as being from the old Corp, but you don't share the most obvious common mutations, so it's easier to live without being immediately shut out of everywhere you try to go like the rest are. You know they hate you for it.
You know she hates you for it. Delilah couldn't put up with it. You're not sure where she disappeared to, if she's survived after the fall, one of the many experiments they used and then tossed aside.
A man stands across from you, in a navy outfit. The one in charge of it all, who used you both, who you've never managed to kill.
[ life is there. there really is nothing else. no past. no future. nothing.
the tiniest thread of hope, of that fleeting catharsis sure is tempting. one repreive, no matter how brief, is going to be a welcome respite from the neverending hell this dump is.
she lunges. if she can get him down, pinned, whatever- she can leverage her arm against his throat and squeeze the life out of him. ]
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baiken.
It's been rough, after the war. There's nowhere for anyone on the losing side to go anymore, the corporations dissolved, their employees shunned; it was a waste of years, in that sense, working and fighting and seeing your comrades all around you die for... no reason, in the end. What was all that worth? A corporate changeover, back to life as normal for everyone else, and for the rest of you-- nothing.
You're luckier than the rest. Others can still identify you as being from the old Corp, but you don't share the most obvious common mutations, so it's easier to live without being immediately shut out of everywhere you try to go like the rest are. You know they hate you for it.
You know she hates you for it. Delilah couldn't put up with it. You're not sure where she disappeared to, if she's survived after the fall, one of the many experiments they used and then tossed aside.
A man stands across from you, in a navy outfit. The one in charge of it all, who used you both, who you've never managed to kill.
"It'll always be this way for you," he says.]
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outwardly, all she does is scowl. ]
I know.
[ that's the hardest part: acceptance of this fact. this shitty fucking life that has amounted to nothing. ]
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He can't help but laugh, at that, shaking his head.
"I thought you'd be less disappointing."]
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[ the words are practically spat out - poison in her mouth. ]
I'm about once second away from changing that.
[ she wants to rip and tear and destroy. if she's already lost everything, what else does she have to lose? ]
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He grins, watching her with a brow raised, arms spread.]
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[ would it?
the world around them won't change because one stupid blue fucker met his end. it won't change the loss, the wasted life, the hatred she feels.
is the momentary catharsis worth it? wpuld she even feel it at all? ]
Guess there's one way to find out.
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It won't change anything. It won't change anything at all.
Is it worth it?]
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[ life is there. there really is nothing else. no past. no future. nothing.
the tiniest thread of hope, of that fleeting catharsis sure is tempting. one repreive, no matter how brief, is going to be a welcome respite from the neverending hell this dump is.
she lunges. if she can get him down, pinned, whatever- she can leverage her arm against his throat and squeeze the life out of him. ]
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It pierces directly through him.
He laughs as he bleeds, but more than that...
Attacking him like this seems to break something, cracking reality. Golden light seeps through the cracks, then grows brighter, brighter-
Until she can no longer see. She can only move into that warmth.]