I haven't seen anyone do this, so yeah.
Warnings: AU, language, violence, sci-fi shit, gorilla scientists, and mind games.
Translations will be at the end of each chapter in the order they appear. I found a site that seems slightly better than Google Translate, but I'm not sure how accurate it is. Anybody who speaks the languages used, please feel free to correct me.
Ballet of Violence
Prologue
The End
04 June 2080
Ever get that feeling of déjà vu?
I do. I get it a lot. Probably more than anyone else in the world. Hehe. Wow. Even now, I'm still trying to outdo someone. Says a lot about me, dunnit? Ugh. Fuck, this hurts. Of all the times for my bloody accelerator to need recharging...
Boots. Someone's running over here. No...two sets. Two someones. Please don't be...shite.
Something clatters when it hits the ground a few inches from me. One of them thumps down next to me. Oh, lovely. It's Ana's kid. She spouts something in Arabic, probably cussing me out, and presses one hand against my chest, the other trying to unzip my jacket. I may be bleeding out from numerous places, possibly have a collapsed lung, not a few broken bones, and am quite dizzy from said blood loss, but honestly, I can't help it.
"Sorry, luv," Raspy. Yep, lung's pretty much done in. "Don't think I'm quite up for it right now." I crack a smile. Probably looks more like a grimace, though.
"Not the time, Lena." Definitely a grimace now.
"I'm not-"
"Shut up. Don't talk or move." I look up at her, standing over us, gun in hand. She's not even looking at me. Not the first time. "Mercy's too far away," she says thirty seconds later. Not even a glance. I'd probably be more pissed if it hasn't finally hit I may actually die here.
Or worse.
I feel it. I see it. My hands are less...here then they were five minutes ago. It always starts with my hands. They're phasing in and out.
...I'm phasing in and out. Ana 2.0's hands are going right through my chest. She's yelling something. At me, at her, at Mercy through her radio, I don't know. I don't care. I'm too focused on my blinking and smoking accelerator.
I...No.
Please, no.
I don't...fuck, I don't want...
Not again.
Please.
Please.
Help me.
Somebody...
...Mercy.
Angela.
Angie help me...
Please.
I'm sorry I'm so sorry Angie please!
I don't want to disappear...!