Inspired by:
GFL, GFL2
Joe Mathews - The Reaper
Fingerspit - 20 Days of Empty Words
"I woke up twice that day, Commander."
I briefly glanced at the 'package' sitting in my passenger seat. It was silent, not expecting to ever see me again, even in my deformed state. A stray spark flew skyward from my arm.
"First, I woke up in Persica's lab, after fighting my own psyche in the nightmares that followed me. Then, in the trash compactor."
It let out a surprised gasp, but I raised my arm to silence it before it could speak. A couple more sparks jumped away from my arm. Voltage dropped.
"I'm the imperfect version, see? Turns out I wasn't supposed to fight myself in the nightmares. The wrong version came out on top. She'll try again."
It finally got its chance to speak.
"And so what, you want me to hunt them all down? Fulfill some sort of sick vendetta you have against Persica and yourself? As far as I know, you don't even remember your own name anymore!"
As it got more heated, I tightened the safety belts with the press of a button. It let out a yelp, be it of pain or surprise; I didn't know.
"I don't have a name anymore, you are correct. But no, I'll be hunting them down on my own time; your assistance isn't required, Commander."
I let out a quiet sigh as I lit my last cigarette and opened the window.
"Then why are you telling me all this?"
The smoke smoothly escaped my nostrils. It tasted bitter, as always.
"No reason. You just have this thing... that forces me to overshare my burdens."
I let out a sigh and took another drag on my cigarette.
"But you won't have to tolerate a dead man, or I guess woman, any longer. We're here."
I released the seatbelts holding the 'package' in place and it promptly got out. Groza threw a worried look towards it, before narrowing her eyes at me in suspicion. I simply got the car back in gear and went back to my deliveries.
This time there was no conversation partner, corpses can't talk after all.
And yet their bounties spoke volumes.