Voodoo Doll

[skonen_blades]

The age of the voodoo doll is upon us.

I’m looking into a mirror except my reflection is begging for its life.

I’m standing in the white cell and looking at the shatter proof shower stall. A copy of me is standing inside it. The whole process doesn’t work if their brains aren’t functioning. He’s on his knees and he’s crying like a child. He used to be me so he knows what’s coming. He has my memories. The blood from the copy before him has been washed away. He is the replacement. There have been many. I am always astounded at the way that my copy breaks down and starts wailing and begging when he wakes up in the stall. It’s like all the controls I have in place just get lifted in the face of certain death. I like to think I’m stronger than this blubbering naked stranger in front of me but I guess I’m not.

I’m about to go on a dangerous mission. I will get shot. I will get tortured. I will get burned. I will get broken. Every single wound and fracture will be visited upon my copy. I will feel nothing and remain unharmed. Unless I am killed, the link will remain intact. I am very hard to kill. My brain is armoured, for instance, and I can Ghost.

I am the Voodoo Doll. He receives the pain. My mission will be complete and I will come back unharmed.

My copy will probably die from the damage.

I am special ops. We are sent on missions often.

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I like this idea. I'd like to see more of it. Like what if one of them broke free? What would happen to the connection and would the escapee go for revenge? There's a good basis for stories here.