Hank had seemed especially on edge as of late, the old man quicker to snap on Connor than usual. The android had picked up on the behavior and had tried to question him on it, but it wasn’t something he seemed to want to open up about much. However, it wasn’t hard for Connor to guess why after a bit of observing. “Lieutenant, may I ask you a personal question?”
Hank rolled his eyes, hands remaining on the steering wheel. “What the hell, Conner? Another one, now of all times? Jesus,” he grumbled, a sigh following. “Sure, whatever. Go ahead.”
“Your goddaughter is going to be living with you after we find her. You’ve been on edge ever since receiving the phone call. Does that make you uncomfortable?” Connor proceeded to ask, knowing that Hank hadn’t taken anyone under his wing since his son died. He’d just drank all of his troubles away, which was a very unhealthy coping mechanism.
“I changed my mind. Shut up and focus on our task,” Hank replied bluntly.
“Yes, lieutenant.” Turning his head forward to look out the window, Connor sat in silence as they swiftly made their way towards their destination. With enough information gathered and analyzed, it wasn’t hard to track down where Hank’s goddaughter was. Lydia, her name was. Lydia Martin. Hank had made it very clear that no harm was to come to her, and despite Connor’s task being to take down deviants, he was not allowed to hurt her in the process. He had never planned to in the first place, confident that he would be able to get Lydia to safety and deal with the deviant android.
It wasn’t long before the pair had reached their destination: a run down building with a chain link fences broken in multiple places, making for easy entry. After getting out of the car, they proceeded through the fence and into the building. Hank had his gun in his hand, prepared to shoot if needed. Connor, too, was equipped with one, but was focusing on analyzing his surroundings to follow the trail.
“There is both blue blood and red, meaning an android and a human had both been bleeding. It’s no more than a day old,” Connor explained after having dipped his fingers in the liquid before bringing it to his lips to taste it. Hank was always disgusted by it, but it was simply how Connor’s functioned worked. “It was a minor injury.” The blood trail was few and far in between, meaning that whatever wounds inflicted weren’t life threatening to either of them. Hank had branched off to follow another trail, telling the android to give him a shout if he found anything else or needed help.
After rounding a corner, Connor was met with the sight of a girl in an android’s grip, a knife held to her throat while her back was to him. He had a crazed look in his eye, the other one missing and his skin appearing visibly roughed up. Upon further analysis, Connor’s LED light turning yellow as it processed the information, he discovered that the girl was in fact the one he’d been looking for, along with the deviant.
“Don’t come any closer,” the deviant spoke, his grip on the knife tightening. “I’ll–I’ll kill her. Stay where you are,” he warned, only to have a gun raised in response. Immediately, he panicked, releasing Lydia from his hold to roughly shove her at Connor in an attempt to knock him off balance. It hadn’t proven to be successful, the brunet catching the girl with ease and quickly steadying her.
Being captured by a DEVIANT hadn’t exactly been on her list of things to do. She’d heard a scuffle, had barely had time to even glance over when both arm and knife had wrapped around her neck. A hostage by something most wouldn’t even consider ALIVE. Moving, forced to follow and several times the blade had dug into her skin as some sort of warning. Other times, it would hold too tight around her neck so the young woman could barely even BREATHE. It was all almost a blur, her mind struggling to comprehend it all and focusing on only one thing: its own SURVIVAL.
Even if that meant listening to some sort of deranged android.
Finally, it was as if it had found some sort of safety in the ruins of a house. Pausing though the redhead didn’t dare to move. Not just yet. Its arm still locked around her in a grip that she wouldn’t be able to break free from, Lydia could only find solace in that it was no longer CHOKING her out or the blade digging even further into her neck for surely any more and it might sever an artery. Still panting, gasping for air she had been deprived of, there was hardly any time to make up for it.
Footsteps and almost immediately its grip had returned. Her heartbeat pounding against her chest, a sign that she was, for now at least, ALIVE. Funny how addicting that normal bodily function could be when a fucking knife was pressed to your neck. The android hadn’t even come up with any sort of demands, its mind too convoluted and DAMAGED to properly form one save for escape. But it was very clear its escape route hadn’t worked when a figure swam into her blurred vision. It was only the threat to kill her that really registered in Lydia’s mind. If the other had even spoken, she wasn’t truly aware. The sound of blood rushing in her ears distorted it all, air getting ever harder to breath and the slight sting of METAL into flesh———
And then, all at once, it was gone.
Lydia was pushed forwards, ready to topple until hands grasped hers. It was a struggle, breath coming in desperate pants as she tried out to make out the face of the new arrival, to determine who might have saved her life. But when green eyes landed on that LED, all rational thought left her. Any thoughts of a RESCUER fled her mind and still just thoughts of the deviant. A scream lefts her lips and, with what strength she could muster, the woman had pushed the new android away, sufficiently falling backwards without its assistance. A mad scramble away as if her life still depended on it from where she was on the floor.
No, she didn’t want to die. She had no weapon, no gun like her godfather, so Lydia opted for the next best thing: yanking her feet free from her heels, the objects were promptly THROWN at the android. Of course she knew better, that genius little brain always knew better, but in a state of sheer panic, it was all she could think to do.
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