I don't need it.
The lights of the operating room turn on with a brilliant flash, blinding the woman bound to the table, but doing nothing to slow her struggle against the binds. It mattered little how much she struggled, though. She couldn't escape him.
I don't want it.
The man, if he could still be called such, entered the room. Completely made of machine sans for two things: a plexiglass dome making the top half of his head, and the brain held within. He bothered not with gloves, scrubs, or even anything besides the clothes he entered the actual lab in. If she lived, it would be a successful experiment….good for suicide missions, he mused. If she died…..no harm done.
I can't have it.
"Audio Log Two Three Dash Five Five Zero," The man said to no one in particular, it was being recorded in his systems to be transferred to the lab data matrix later. "This is Lab Zero executive Brain Drain, preparing to perform on The Subject. Subject is former Last Hope Operative Codename "Valentine," Birth Name: "Valerie," family name unknown…."
"Bastard!" Valentine shouted, a defiant sound that found only hearing receptors that refused to listen. "This is what I get for trying to /save/ Christmas?! This is how I'm thanked?!"
How dare you?! HOW DARE YOU?!
A pause. One that spanned on much longer than the actual span of the interruption. If capable, his expression undoubtedly would have faltered. It was not a falter of lost thought, nor one of annoyance, certainly not one of any sort of final respect. No...there was….
I'm above it
"...Command Twenty-Five Dash Zero: Remove and destroy previous fifteen seconds of recording." he needlessly cleared his throat as the confirmation message let him know the act was finished flashed twice in the upper right corner of the screen he called a field of vision, continuing just after. "Valentine, by my own executive order, has been found to have committed acts of high treason, conspiracy, and playing indirect roles in the deaths of Last Hope operatives Codenames "Christmas", "Patty", "Easter," and "Hallow". For this, she shall be stripped of her Last Hope status, and subjected to a…"system reboot," followed by her replacement, and formation of a Lab Zero Last Hope." He approached the table despite Valentine's curses, spitting, and claims of damnation, picking up a lone scalpel.
So much like her….
Other factors…
All her fault…
All your fault…
Could have done more….
Save her….
SAVE HER!
His grip on the scalpel tightened….it was just like the one Christmas had used before….he couldn't tell if this was fitting or disgusting, and found himself unwilling to care.
I don't need it….
What would she think of you now…?
"Beginning operation."