꧁༒☬𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼: 𝓐𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼☬༒꧂

𝔸 𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔼𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣

V lay on the ground, gasping for air—even though she didn't need to breathe she could feel her body being squeezed and her head felt scorching hot, her body trembling with fear. Her reflection stood over her, looking down with a calm expression. V tried to speak, but her throat was dry and her voice was barely a whisper.

"Please," she managed to choke out, "please I-I don't know who you are. Or what you are. But whatever I did I'm sorry!"

The reflection looked down at her, and V could see her own eyes looking back at her, but somehow different, somehow detached from her own emotions.

"I'm not going to harm you," the reflection said. "I only did that because you were freaking out and breaking the mirrors. I had to make you stop."

V felt a surge of relief, but also confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Why did you have to make me stop?"

"I'm sorry," it said. "I didn't mean to harm you but I needed you to hear me. Here let's start over my name is Valerie, aaaand I don't know what I am, but I know that I'm a part of you."

V looked up, surprised. "A part of me?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

V held her breath as she waited for Valerie's response, dreading what she might hear.

"V, I know I am a part of you because I have seen the things you have done," Valerie's voice echoed in V's mind. "I have watched as you hurt people in the most gruesome ways imaginable I can recall three off the top of my head."

V felt a chill run down her spine.  She didn't know what to say she had never someone watching her all this time and what came to next V wasn't ready to hear.

"You know like how you fed a man his own entrails in front of his own family and you didn't realize that one of his kids was still conscious, I mean considering how badly you bashed his head in that's no surprise his Visor was so cracked you probably couldn't replace it without losing a finger." 

Valerie's body language was tense and agitated, her hands fidgeting nervously. Her eyes dart back and forth as if reliving the memories of all the terrible things V has done. Her jaw is clenched tight, and she grits her teeth as she speaks, her voice strained with emotion. At times, her eyes seem to twitch, as if she was trying to block out the memories, but she willed herself to continue if she had to remember it V had to as well.

 "And what about the couple you killed while they were making dinner? Do you remember them, V?

V looked down as she said this Valerie took note of this.

"Oh, so you do remember?"

Valerie laughs through her anger in what's known as the—Pseudobulbar affect (PBA) and V recognized this might be a sign Valerie's as crazy as she is. She goes on talking about the gruesome details of V's actions, her body language becomes tenser and tenser. She seems almost physically affected by the memories, her shoulders hunched and her face contorted in anger and disgust. At times, her hands' ball into fists, as if she's trying to hold onto her composure.

"I watched you bash their heads in. And while I had to listen to the sickening sounds of your fist caving in their skulls so did someone else."

V looked up at her she felt her hand sting and when she looked up she saw her twisted reflection Valerie ball her fist so tight it broke the exterior metal and some oil started to run.

"Who?" V dared to ask. The reflection shot her a fiery hot glare that as she answered smiled unmatched by the look of her eyes. "Why their dear daughter of course."