"Maybe you just miss my pretty face."
He leered at me, grinning a smile that was much too salacious and sadistic for Damien's face.
"It doesn't matter. People like you only want one thing..." He seemed to gitch and split into two. One stood staring at me, while the other, seemingly looking like a hologram, screamed in agony. I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he continued, the second version of him disappearing in an instant. "...and it's disgusting. You want answers."
I shook my head a bit, swallowing hard and trying to speak. No words came out of my mouth, nor did any sounds emit from my throat. He looked at me almost longingly, then reached out, picked up the glass of wine, and took a slow, methodical sip from it. The liquid inside had turned from clear to opaque as soon as he lifted it to his lips.
"Well... games were always his forte... But allow me this one moment of self-indulgence."
The void around us seemed to warp, and suddenly, he was sitting on a table, the Box in his hands. I didn't want to know how he had gotten it, given that it was supposed to be in my bag.
"So much trouble... all for something so small," he whispered, then looked over at me, his eyes as black as the void around us. "Do you really want to know what's inside this Box? The truth? Not the lies he's told you, but the truth?" I swallowed hard and found myself nodding after not too long. He gave me a smile that was all teeth. It didn't hold the warmth of Damien's smiles. I knew that for a fact.
"Well... I know how much you love a good game," he purred, lounging on the table almost seductively, "so, throughout this heist, I've hidden codes, several codes." He flickered out of existence for a moment, reappearing sitting behind the desk.
"Find them all and you'll get your truth. But that's all I'm gonna give you."
That was when I found my voice.
"No. That's not all you're gonna give me." I was surprised by how authoritative and stern I sounded. Maybe a piece of my old persona was still in me. The entity blinked once, almost like he was taken off guard before relaxing back into the predatory, almost eerily relaxed composure he was in.
"Oh? Does the corpse finally speak?" He taunted, voice laced with enough venom to poison me if it could. I shook my head.
"I'm not a corpse anymore," I corrected him. "I'm flesh and blood. I can walk around and not look like one of MC Escher's worst fucking nightmares." He dared to laugh. Er, well, make a sound that was reminiscent of laughter, anyway. Laughing usually went to someone's eyes. Like a spark. His eyes remained like two black voids.
"MC Escher's worst fucking nightmares," he echoed. "Is that truly what you see me as, Amelia?" My heart stopped for a split second.
"There it is again. You said my name. My...my old name. You remember who I used to be...?"
"Of course we do."
The voice wasn't the entity.
It was someone else's.
Two voices.
A man and a woman.
Before I could process anything, I was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down my face.
For the briefest of moments, I had just heard the voices of the two people I cared the most about.
And it broke my heart.
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Confessions of a Corpse
Fanfiction[REUPLOADED FROM MY ALT ACCOUNT, @Beebs_the_writer] The District Attorney didn't want to die. The District Attorney didn't want to disappear. The District Attorney wanted only one thing. They wanted ANSWERS. And they'd do anything to get them.
