Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Five: Atomic

Besides for the sound of the engine and the tires crunching on the gravel of the road, it was silent in the van.

Atomic sat on a hard bench, opposite her partner, who sat on another identical one. There was no other furniture in the van. Their driver, who she remembered was named Siren from Silver's funeral, was blocked from her view by a wall. Everything was black; the wall, the floor, the ceiling, and the benches. The only thing with any colour was the dim lightbulb attached to the ceiling, which swayed so heavily with the van's movements that Atomic was worried it would fall on them.

Psycho was the only interesting thing to look at. The silver-haired girl was playing with a pocket knife, twirling it around her fingers in a way that looked far from safe. Her nails were perfectly painted silver. Atomic had to ask her where she got them done. All in all, Psycho was practically glowing in the faint light coming from up above.

"So, you know the plan, right?" Psycho didn't even bother looking up at her as she spoke.

There was an aura of hostility in her words, though Atomic didn't know why. Had she given her a reason to distrust her?

The only thing she knows about you is that you're completely fucked up, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice said in her brain, not exactly someone you'd want to put your life in the hands off. That's why.

Atomic blinked. Where had that come from? It felt like a thought, but she didn't think like that. But it must've been hers. Who else would it have been's? If she had been crazy enough to hear voices in her head, it would've started happening a while ago.

"Uh, yeah," Atomic replied once she realized that Psycho was still staring at her with intense grey eyes. "Of course I do."

"You better," Psycho pointed the knife at her. "If you fuck this up for me, I'm going to put this through your neck, understand?"

"Is this how you treat the other members of Vixen's girls, or am I just lucky?" Atomic asked, raising her eyebrow. 

Her words didn't feel entirely like her own. It was like they had come up from deep inside her, a place which she was too scared to venture. In a way, it was terrifying. In another, it was relieving. The words had a sort of tranquillity about them. They were soothing. For some reason, Atomic felt exhausted all of a sudden, and those words felt like water down her dry throat.

Psycho grimaced. "You're not one of Vixen's girls."

"Tell that to her," Atomic scoffed. "I'm sure she'd disagree."

More soothing words. Suddenly, that feeling of relief was gone, replaced with anger and panic. Atomic blinked. What in the world was going on? Had the seriousness of the mission unlocked an entirely new level of her insanity up to her?

Something flashed in Psycho's eyes before she narrowed them, pocketing the knife. A few seconds later, the van rolled to a stop. Siren opened the doors, dressed in a police outfit that went quite well with her blonde hair.

"Break a leg," she smiled, stepping aside as Psycho slid out, throwing her fake ID card around her neck. As she watched her pat down her lab coat, Atomic forgot entirely about the words and the voice.

"We will," Atomic replied as she climbed out, patting down her disguise once she hit the ground. She wished she could wear the outfit Silver designed for her, but alas, Vixen had explained it was impossible. Doctors didn't wear bright-purple tracksuits. She did, however, have an arrow tucked into her belt, hidden underneath her lab coat, for luck. And the disguise was far from uncomfortable, save from the bag she had strapped to her back.

Psycho wasted no time before making a beeline for the door. Vixen had given Atomic a rundown of the plan, so she knew where they were; the dropoff for food, right outside the kitchens.