Murder Drones | Extortion

Epilogue

The desolate city stands tall despite its tattered state, towering over the corpses that once roamed the planet, be they flesh or metal. One of the towers held a woman in her self-made prison of mannequins and leftover skeletons all piled around her to ward off any eyes from gazing upon her despicable form.

That woman was V. Huddled close to none but herself, weeping pixelated tears from her visor, only to fall and leave no trace. She was smoking, a steady pillar of steam rising from her head.

She was overheating, but she did not care. She could find the strength within her to hunt no more. Her grief was oppressive, leaving her whittled and meek. She would soon die if she remained where she was any longer, and she believed that was for the best.

Fate however disagreed with her, and in its cruelty, it delivered someone right to her doorstep. She didn't notice him approaching, but he certainly noticed her. Her lack of oil made it easy for him to find her through his thermal vision.

She knew who it was, but refused to acknowledge him, hoping that he would change his mind before she hurt him again. She hears him shift, the dull sound of polymer setting itself on the ground just before her wall.

"Why did you do it?"

She flinches at his question, and realizes he knows what she had done.

When he received no answer, he asks again more sternly. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know..." She utters weakly, but audible enough for the male to hear her.

He was displeased with her response. "That's not an answer, V."

His words held an edge to them like a blade, and they were driven into her chest without mercy. She was terrified of how N would react to her transgressions, because no matter how innocent and happy he was despite her treatment of him, she knew that he too had a limit, and he has reached it.

Despite trying to prepare herself for the coming storm, telling herself that she deserved whatever came her way, it still wounded her to hear such harshness from him.

"Why are you here N..."

"I want to know why you did it."

V shivers, but not from the cold. She had already caused enough problems as it is, yet N was insistent on making things more difficult as she tries to prevent this. Just him being here was too much, and she can feel herself getting frustrated again.

She clutches her knee-joints to get ahold of herself. "If you know what happened, then (Y/N) already told you why."

"I want to hear it from you."

"Forget it." She hisses, venom slowly working her way into her voice. "You know what I did. Just forget about me and move on."

"No."

"JUST-!"

She steadies herself and takes a moment to breathe. Losing control is not an option; the last thing she wants is to hurt him again - or worse. A part of her was itching to run, but she knows that wouldn't help. In her current state, he would inevitably track her down, and N was nothing if not persistent.