Chapter 13: Waking Up to a Split Soul
V's eyes fluttered open, but it wasn't to the harsh lights of some back-alley clinic or the familiar hum of Night City's chaos pressing in. No, this was something way deeper, way more messed up. It felt like she'd been pulled into the depths of her own mind, a foggy digital limbo where everything shimmered just a bit too unreal. Colors popped too bright, sounds echoed like whispers from a dream you can't quite shake. Her heart—or what felt like her heart—ached with confusion, that raw fear hitting her square in the chest. Poor V, already battered from the heist, now stuck in this head-trip, feeling so alone and vulnerable.
She blinked hard, or at least it felt like she did, her full crimson lips parting in a confused gasp. But her body? It wasn't there. This was all mental, a virtual haze wrapping around her thoughts like one of those sneaky quickhacks that slides in before you even notice. The "air" carried this weird electric buzz, like the smell after a thunderstorm mixed with overheating chrome. It brought back that genuine human fear—no fancy implants to tough it out, just her stripped-down self floating in this endless void. Her voluptuous form kinda faded in piece by piece, like a glitchy holo loading up: those big, heavy breasts rising and falling with breaths that weren't real, nipples perking up in the chilly nothingness; her narrow waist twisting a little as she tried to get her bearings; wide hips shifting like she was standing on invisible ground; and that firm, rounded ass sinking into... well, nothing, but it felt real enough to make her sigh. God, the vulnerability hit hard—no merc edge to hide behind, just the terror of not knowing if you're alive or gone for good.
"What the actual fuck... am I dead?" V muttered, her voice bouncing back all echoey and lonely. That tough merc tone cracked just a bit with real emotion, her long ebony hair brushing her shoulders like it always did, framing that beautiful, fierce face that's seen way too much pain.
But she wasn't alone in this headspace—not by a long shot. The shadows swirled and pulled together, forming this figure stepping out like a ghost from those old rocker tales you hear in dimly lit bars. Tall, confident as hell, with this sly, manipulative glint in her eyes that screamed "I've played the game and won... mostly." She leaned against what looked like thin air, her lithe but strong body decked out in classic rocker gear—a leather jacket slung open casual, showing off those perky breasts under a tight tank, nipples poking through just enough to draw the eye; narrow waist leading to hips that promised trouble; ass round and inviting in those ripped pants that hugged every curve.
"An engram, actually—name's Johanna Silverhand, but you can call me Jo if we're getting cozy," she said, her voice all husky and warm, like a late-night chat over cheap booze, but with that underlying cunning that made you wanna trust her and run at the same time.
V's mind-eyes went wide, her heart thumping hard with a mix of shock and that genuine awe you feel when legends turn real. "Silverhand? The Johanna Silverhand? NC's badass rocker who bombed corps, seduced her way through boardrooms with that killer beauty and brains? I thought you were long gone after Arasaka hit you with Soulkiller."
Johanna let out this low, genuine laugh that echoed soft, stepping closer with a sway in her hips that was pure charisma. Her presence filled the void like a warm fire on a cold night, her hand brushing V's arm in a spark that felt too real. "Oh, I was dust, alright—till that bastard Saburo trapped my soul in digital purgatory. Climbed the ranks with everything I had: my looks to draw 'em in, smarts to outplay 'em, cunning to twist the knife. Had ties in every high corpo shadow, beds and deals alike. But say no to joining his empire? Bam—Soulkiller fried me into code. Now? Thanks to that Relic you jammed in your neck, I'm back, hitching a ride in your gorgeous head. Feels good to be 'alive' again, even if it's shared."
V felt this weird pull, like Johanna's words were weaving right into her thoughts—manipulative, sure, but so damn genuine, like an old friend spilling her guts. Her body reacted without asking: pussy tingling faint with that unexpected heat, tits heaving as Johanna's gaze raked over her curves slow and appreciative, no shame. It stirred something real in V, that mix of fear and excitement, like finding a kindred spirit in the middle of a storm.
"Sharing my mind? No way in hell—you're not puppeting me," V shot back, her voice cracking with real emotion, that human defiance bubbling up fierce. But deep down, there was this genuine curiosity, Johanna's fire and history hitting way too close to home.
Johanna circled her even slower, hips swaying with that hypnotic grace, ass flexing just right, her own futa bulge shifting subtle—a nod to her wild, unapologetic past. "Not yet, merc—but we're bonded now. That Relic? It kicked your system back online when you flatlined from the bullet, repaired the mess while the world kept turning. We're in this together—your killer body, our combined survival. Trust me, it'll be one hell of a ride."
The void started shimmering unstable, pulling V back like a tide you can't fight, Johanna's laugh fading genuine and warm as reality yanked her insistent, emotions swirling wild—fear, anger, but a spark of real connection that felt almost hopeful.
V's actual eyes snapped open this time, the sharp sting of antiseptic hitting her nose mixed with the metallic whiff of fresh chrome polish. Monitors beeped steady like a comforting heartbeat in the dim clinic light, grounding her back to the real world.
Her body felt heavy as lead on the med-bed, bandages wrapped snug around her curves—chest bound tight over those heavy tits, making 'em ache a bit with each breath; arms patched where grazes burned raw; neck throbbing dull from the extraction, a genuine reminder of how close she'd come to the end; pussy and ass still sore from the heist's brutal tumbles, but stirring awake with that human need for connection.
She groaned soft and real, crimson lips parting dry, long ebony hair splayed all messy across the pillow like she'd been through hell—which she had, and it hurt deep, that emotional weight pressing on her chest.
The room was dim and cozy in a clinic way, tools humming idle on shelves, holo-screens displaying her vitals—heart rate spiking as awareness flooded back, making her feel alive but so damn fragile.
Judy sat close on a rickety chair beside the bed, her lithe Mox body leaned forward with genuine worry etched on her cute face, tank top clinging to her small breasts, nipples faint through the fabric, that fat cock bulging in her shorts as she shifted anxious. Her eyes lit up with real relief when V stirred.
Rogue leaned cool against the wall, silver hair catching the light soft, her tough frame relaxed but that protective vibe radiating, large fat cock a subtle outline in her pants, chatting low with the ripperdoc—a grizzled guy in a stained coat, tools whirring quiet in his chrome hands.
They all turned quick as V moved, Judy's hand grabbing hers fast, soft and warm, squeezing with that heartfelt grip. "V! Oh god, you're awake—I was so scared, thought I lost you for good." Her voice cracked a little, eyes misty with real emotion.
Rogue pushed off the wall gentle, hips swaying as she came closer, that futa presence strong but tender now. "Easy there, kid—you were out cold. Gave us all a real scare, but you're tough as nails." Her tone was gruff, but the worry in her eyes was genuine, like a big sister watching over.
The ripperdoc stepped up, his optics scanning V with a soft hum, voice gravelly but kind, like he'd seen too many close calls. "Name's Vik—Rogue hauled you in here bleeding bad, like a stuck pig. That bullet in your neck nicked your spine—should've flatlined you right there, ended it all. You did die for a bit, heart stopped cold. But that Relic chip you slotted? It jumpstarted your system, repaired the damage from the inside out while I pulled the slug. Bandages'll hold you together—ribs bruised, arms scraped, that fine ass of yours probably black and blue from the falls. You're a fighter, though—body's healing, but take it slow."
V winced as she sat up a little, tits shifting heavy under the bandages, pussy clenching at the deep ache, ass sinking into the bed with a genuine sigh of relief mixed with pain. "Felt like I died... met someone in my head. Johanna Silverhand—she says she's an engram, sharing my brain now. Feels so real, like she's right there."
Vik nodded slow, pulling up a holo-scan of her neural net, the image glowing red where the Relic sat embedded like a stubborn scar. "You're spot on—that chip's no regular shard. It's loaded with an engram, old Arasaka nightmare tech. Silverhand? Yeah, the NC legend—bombed towers, used her beauty to charm suits, her smarts to outmaneuver 'em, cunning to pull strings in the shadows. Had deep ties in corpo worlds, beds and boardrooms alike. But she turned down Saburo's offer? He hit her with Soulkiller, trapped her essence in code. Now she's in you—part of your brain, linked up tight."
Judy's eyes went wide, her hand squeezing V's thigh through the sheet, fingers brushing close to that aching pussy, her protective fire burning bright but soft. "Sharing your mind? Can she... take over? Control you?" Her voice trembled a bit, genuine fear for V shining through.
Vik rubbed his chin thoughtful, chrome fingers whirring soft. "If you let her— the engram can step in during blackouts or weak spots, but you're the host, the one in charge. Relic's rewriting you gradual, merging you two in ways we don't fully get yet. We'll run more tests as you heal—scans, neural dumps, see how deep it goes. For now, rest up—your body's been through hell, but that chip? It saved you, gave you a second chance."
Rogue crossed her arms, her large cock shifting subtle, eyes softening on V with real care. "Jackie... he didn't make it. Smasher took him out. Whole city's talking—Arasaka's on the warpath, hunting shadows. But you're here, kid—that's what matters. We'll figure the rest."
V's heart twisted sharp, tears pricking hot at the edges, tits heaving with a deep, genuine sob that shook her. "Jackie... god, it hurts." But in her mind, Johanna's voice echoed faint and real: "Cry later, merc—we've got revenge to chase."
The room went quiet for a moment, heavy with that shared grief, Judy leaning in to kiss V's cheek soft, lips brushing warm and tender, her fat cock pressing light against the bed edge. "We're right here, V—whatever this engram throws at you, we handle it together. I love you too much to let you face it alone."
V nodded weak, her body craving that touch amid the pain, pussy wetting faint at the closeness, ass shifting sore on the bed. The Relic pulsed quiet in her head, Johanna's presence a hot, genuine whisper, promising chaos but maybe a real ally too.
V spent the next hours just recovering in that clinic bed, bandages itching against her skin, tits bound tight but still feeling so heavy, nipples sensitive to every little shift. It was genuine relief mixed with that deep emotional ache—losing Jackie hit like a gut punch, and this new voice in her head? Scary as hell, but kinda comforting too, like she wasn't totally alone in the fight.
Judy stayed right by her side, hand tracing V's arm gentle and loving, fingers dipping under the sheet now and then to graze her thigh, getting close to that aching pussy, her own bulge thickening as worry turned to want. "You really scared me, V—thought I'd lost you after all we've shared, all that passion. Don't do that again, okay?"
Rogue paced a bit, her futa cock outlined in her pants, voice gruff but full of real heart. "Plaza's lockdown's lifted, but Arasaka's sniffing everywhere. Evelyn's gone radio silent—smart, probably. That Relic's burning hot now."
Vik kept checking in, running those scans with a caring touch, holo-images spinning slow: the Relic embedded like a stubborn root, threads weaving into V's neural net, Johanna's engram glowing separate but connected. "She's a manipulative one—watch her moves. Used her beauty to lure 'em, smarts to trap 'em, cunning to win. But in you? Could be a strength. We'll test more as you get stronger—see how it all ties together."
Inside her mind, Johanna popped up in flashes—visions of her rocker days, seducing suits with those perky tits and sly smiles, ass swaying in tense negotiations, futa cock a hidden ace in passionate deals. "We're partners now, V—your curves and fire, my edge and experience. We'll burn Arasaka to the ground," she purred, voice stirring a genuine heat, V's pussy clenching at the mental closeness.
As the days blurred a little, V healed slow but steady—bandages coming off gradual, revealing bruises blooming purple and yellow over her pale skin, tits marked faint with healing bites, ass still tender but less raw.
Judy helped with those massages, hands slick with oil on V's body, kneading her tits gentle and loving, thumbs brushing nipples till V moaned soft and real, fingers dipping lower to stroke her pussy wet and slow. "I need you whole, babe—miss that fire between us, that connection."
Rogue dropped by every day, her large cock bulging as she hugged V tight, lips brushing her neck with genuine warmth. "Stay strong, kid—we've got your back. This gig's far from over, but you're not alone."
The tests showed more over time: Relic merging bit by bit, Johanna's voice getting clearer, her manipulative whispers urging revenge with cunning plans that felt almost exciting. But through it all, the emotion ran deep—grief for Jackie, fear of the unknown, but a genuine bond growing with Judy and Rogue, that love pulling her through.