Let My Partner Go (rewritten)
Warning- violence, blood, body, gun
There really seemed to be no end to the pile of deviant cases that just kept rising and rising, like the stack of papers were trying to touch the rainy sky of Detroit.
Even if the gentle tap of the rain against the windows was soothing, it couldn't muffle out the sounds of the busy police department.
Nor the clear footsteps closing in on you. You let your gaze stay on the raindrop resting against the glass, only looking away once it got too heavy and continued its way down and out of sight.
Your head turned to meet the blue eyes of the new prototype RK900, who you liked to call Nines. The lack of emotion on his face made you nervous the first few times, the empty stare that never left you alone no matter where you moved. But it was the stillness that often made you think how easily he could be mistaken for a statue.
But Nines had his own ways of showing... 'humanity'. Was it by bringing you coffee or keeping your station clean. Like the small quiet things he did for you were his way of showing he cared, knowing that was impossible, knowing every bit of emotion he ever showed was nothing but program. Maybe that was what truly made him so unsettling.
"Detective," the flat tone managed to cut through your thoughts. "We have been called for an investigation." He stood straight, his hands folded behind his back as he waited for any type of reaction out of you.
You smiled with a nod, "right". Everything really has turned upside down when crime scenes had become more of a familiar sight than your own apartment.
The ride was a little too calming for you, Nines' voice blending in with the hum of the engine as he filled you in with the details of the case.
What was supposed to be nothing but a simple robbery had painted the walls of the small home red. The neighbourhood was described as quiet, but these days anything could happen.
The house was surrounded by a few police officers and the familiar yellow tape keeping everyone else outside.
You got out of the car, Nines following close by as you nod to one of the officers. "He is with me."
At first glance everything seemed normal, except for the broken window in the kitchen. The shards of glass scattered everywhere, forcing you to watch your step. Nines made quicker work with scanning the crime scene and finding anything out of place so you gave him space and focused on trying to find anything else that could have been missed by others.
"So. Where is our suspect?" You said it more to yourself than to anyone else, but the question fell to the ears of one of the officers standing outside of the front door. "They were not found, we searched the whole house but nothing," the voice of a younger male responded.
'Right,' you thought. Biting your lip as your gaze moved to the wooden stairs and without much of a thought you started walking them up to the second floor. With each step more of the story of what had happened unfolded. The downstairs was clean, untouched besides the broken window, but upstairs seemed to be a different story.
You were not sure where to look at first, the blood stains, the broken vase or at the dirty hammer laying on the floor.
Deciding to start at the end of the hall you passed the master bedroom and guest bathroom walking towards the guest bedroom. Not sure what to expect you opened the door, just to be met with a small cozy bedroom. Like it had vanished for the time being as the crime was taking place. Everything seemed untouched, sheets had no wrinkles and tables had been wiped down from any dust.
Nothing catching your eye, you backed away and closed the door behind you. Your gaze once again met by the blood stains on the walls and the broken vase on the floor. But the pieces seemed lonely, like there was something else laying on the floor with them but you cannot remember anymore..."really should ask for time off and take a week long nap, if I'm starting to imagine things". The words formed under your breath as you turned towards the guest bathroom, met with the intense stench of iron and a body.
The shower curtains had been half torn down from the pole. Blood smears everywhere. But what truly was odd was the small carpet that had been neatly rolled and tucked away at the corner, as if the scene was meant to be cleaned away but the suspect didn't get the time to do that.
The door creaked behind you, not looking back as you started speaking up, "Hey Nines-". Your words were cut off as something hard hit you on the side of your head, making your gaze blur as you fell to the floor. Not long after something warm started running down your face and dripping down to the bathroom floor from your chin. But before you could even try to take a proper breath in, someone grabbed you, forcing you on your feet even if your head said otherwise.
"Not a word. I want out of here and you're going to tell the others to stand down." His voice was raspy, his breath hot against your ear as the feeling of disgust and fear settled into your stomach.
But now your question had been answered. The suspect had not been found because he never left.
The cool metal of the hammer was pressed against your temple, as you were dragged out of the guest bathroom to the hallway, with each step you felt the dizziness grab a stronger hold of you.
Nines had been trying to create a simulation on what had happened downstairs, except that not much had. Meaning that most of it must have been happening upstairs. The android took one last glance at the living room, he could hear the pair of footsteps come down the stairs. Two... pairs. His LED blinked yellow, his head turned to meet the suspect who had you in a strong hold. Now his LED shined bright red as the tips of his fingers brushed against his gun.
But no sudden moves could be made. "Nines-" of course he was faster than the human- but you were in the way. Nines knew he could hit the target without having to worry about hurting you, yet... He seemed to freeze. But the longer he stayed there, the worse you got.
"This is DPD, drop the weapon and put your hands up in the air where I can see them." Nines yelled, his tone seeming more stern than usually, almost... fearful.
Your breathing had turned heavy and slow. Some of the blood had managed to get into your mouth as you tried to breathe, wishing you could just spit on the man's face.
"The slime head owed me money! Just tried to get my own share back, it was him who started fighting back at me-..." The suspect really tried to reason his actions, like someone owing you money meant you could take their life for it. Maybe even a second one if Nines couldn't get you into the hospital soon.
"I said drop the weapon and put your hands in the air!" Nines raised and aimed his gun at the man. "We can talk about it but right now my partner needs medical help. If they die there will not be any freedom for you." There wasn't going to be any freedom for him at all, no matter what he does. But a little lying never hurt anyone.
"I was trying to tell him to stop fighting me! He was the one who didn't listen and caused this whole thing to happen." The hammer was moved from your temple as the suspect started pointing at the body upstairs. If you didn't have to spend time on trying to stay awake, you could promise Nines was biting his inner cheek. Even if he was an android with no emotions, it still seemed that Nines carried a lack of patience when it came to arrests. Why were humans always fighting back? They all know how this will end, no matter what they say.
But it seemed that right now it didn't matter what Nines said, the man's grip on you wasn't going to loosen and your state kept getting worse.
You already knew there was going to be a lot of papers to fill out after this...
"I am giving you one more chance, Raymon! Let my partner go." It seemed that the man did not like Nines using his name as he swayed the hammer in the air. But this action seemed to only be his end as Nines pulled the trigger.
But as the body fell flat to the ground, so did you too. Finally able to take that proper breath.
"Detective- the ambulance is on its way." Nines tucked away his own weapon before crouching next to you. Making sure your eyes stay open. "Don't worry detective, you are going to be alright."
Yeah, you knew that. How could Nines let you leave when there was still so much work to do.
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