Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Fatal Attraction

You didn't hear anything when your eyes met.

Nothing but a silent warning and a whisper of death.

That fear replaced the fluids being pumped through your body.  Had your hairs standing straight on the back of your neck, and shying away as he began his march over.  The flaps of his jacket fluttered, rotating and giving shelter to his curled fists that swayed at his sides like chained flails.

And then those hands – the two that'd played the hands of God, secured themselves to your hips as he came to a braking halt.

Hands that now had more than one confirmed kill, and lay waiting to claim another life.

He pulled in a deep inhale, and your lungs deflated one-by-one.  He vented all the anger, hurt, frustration, and pain into one cleaved question of his own.

"Are you okay?"

For only a moment, he lost that predatory darkness – the internalized hunter that came and went as needed.  The conditional ruthlessness that seemed to be a necessary evil in areas of grey morality.

But it returned with a vengeance.

"Say something, anything."  His plea came through grit teeth, red and blue flickering in the reflection of his eyes.

"I'm okay." Your throat was sore from the tension you swallowed, "And you – you're okay-"

He fell into a mode of searching.

His brows pinched, and he took your wrist between his fingers.  He scanned every part of your body as he took your pulse, not believing a single word you said.

"There's a high amount of Thirium in your blood stream." He frowned, "It has unhealthy effects on the human body-"

Another blare of Captain Allen's amplifier had him wincing.

"THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!  Disperse, or you will be DISPERSED!"

The remaining SWAT units from the building trickled out of the building like ants on a hill, single-file and in perfect uniform order.

They broke at the center, aiming their progression towards command vehicles with extended ramps...and they came out with shields.  The remaining DPD personnel began to fall back, taking orders from their SWAT counterparts.

Things were about to get messy.

Allen pressed his hand against his earpiece, "Riot control units, fall into diamond formation.  Over."

You wanted to know what that meant.  Wanted to conduct your own investigation into the set of issued orders.  More than that, you wanted to know why Connor was being pulled away.

Two faceless, uniformed individuals in white hazmat suits grabbed him.  Their heads were covered in white, plastic hoods and teal, transparent screens.  There was a word sprawled in black across their chests:

CYBERLIFE

"CONNOR!"

You jumped down from the ambulance, tearing the needle from your arm.

"Let go of me!" His LED went red, and his arms – still slick from the aftermath of the Stratford Tower, slipped through their fingers just like he did from yours, "Get – off – "

You shoved one of the technicians, and got a glimpse of the brand on his back.

ANDROID RETENTION UNIT