Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Fatal Attraction

Connor wasn't stable.  He needed to be around people who knew him, understood him.  Not a rugged war veteran with a short fuse...especially not on the stage that'd been set for global unraveling.

"No more Androids!  Free our jobs!"

"The end times are here!  We are lost!"

Two lines rotated in chants on either ends of the barricade.  The media wasn't the only group flocking.  Protesters were in full force, hand-written signs at the ready; fastened to picket stakes they wanted to impale into the hearts of those built differently than them.

You couldn't fathom why the public thought it was a good idea...a safe idea, to be so close to a crime scene where accused terrorists sieged control of a broadcast tower to, albeit unknowingly, declare war.

But the cameras started flashing again.  Calamity struck, and its thunder came as a barrage of further questioning from the people you were watching.

"Captain Allen, what does DPD SWAT have to say for all of this?!"

"Has the suspect been apprehended?!"

Allen had exited the building and slung his rifle, holding his arm out with a dagger for a finger and an aggressive shout.

"I said LOCK DOWN THIS PERIMETER for FIVE. MILES. COOPER!"

A man in a SWAT uniform jumped, falling in line to be reprimanded, "We tried, sir, but the androids we sent failed to fulfill their orders."

"What?!" He threw the word in an act of anger, "How is that even possible?!"

"We aren't sure, Captain Allen.  They...They never came back, and the perimeter was breached."

Allen scoffed under his breath, his gear shifting with a quickened pace.  He picked up a tubed weapon, of some sort, resting the elongated stock on his shoulder.  He fell into a crouch, grabbing an amplifier and swinging it to his mouth.

"DISPERSE IMMEDIATELY OR WE WILL DEPLOY TEAR GAS!"

Gavin, Chris, and Ben all turned their heads at the same time.

"We don't have masks!" Gavin yelled, "What the fuck?!"

Allen's nose twitched, and his lips curled.  He put the hollowed end of the amplifier to Gavin's face, the rage in his voice breaking the microphone in a feedback screech.

"THEN LEAVE!"

You cringed, your shoulders jumping to your ears as the sound made your insides crumble.

A word echoed, a repetition in line – a blood-curdling cry that sounded off over and over.  At first you thought it was feedback of Allen's device – a looped reverberation.  It wasn't either of those things.

It was your name, in Connor's voice.  A summon that was overrode with more pressing questions.

"Is this the android from the broadcast?!"

"Was there a conflict in the Stratford Tower?!"

"Why is this android covered in blood?!"

You turned your head, inches at a time.  Felt an overwhelming sense of fear as the camera's flashes shined on his stained shirt that was still opened, but sticking to him.

He had a face with blue splatter and smudge marks – just like yours.  A hand with a bandage wrapped around it, signifying a survivor of an attack.  If only they knew...