I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Tuesday, November 10th 3:27 pm

East Detroit Autobody Repairs LTD. 

Cold thirium splatters backwards, dappling your shirt and arms in the blue and dragging a scream from your throat. The bullet tore through Nines left arm, whizzing so close to your head that you had felt it ruffle your hair. Nines looked to be in shock, his LED a blinking red, and you burst into motion, stepping around him and throwing your fist into the face of your attacker with as much force and speed as possible. Thank the gods above, you somehow managed to get to them before they could fire another shot, using your adrenaline and panic to maximize your speed. Your fist connects with a porcelain-white face speckled with pale freckles, and you have a split second to register the realization that hit you. Blonde hair, pig tails, blue eyes. A hand latches onto yours, and then Gavin is pulling you backwards and away in a mad sprint. You hardly have time to catch Nines' wrist as you're dragged away, but manage to, just barely, do so. The three of you are sprinting away in a manic conga line with the deviant and more on your trail, a thunder of footsteps gaining on you at a steady pace. 

"We need backup!!" Nines called, his voice loud as he glanced over his shoulder, LED still sporadic and scarlet. A gunshot rings out, and your hand is given a harsh tug that almost pulls you right off of your feet. You watch the bullet make contact with the ground where you had been milliseconds before, and try to thank Gavin for save you, though you don't find the words in your throat. A flash of black up ahead is followed by more and more, and you let out a dry laugh at the relief pushing through you. Backup has arrived, and the seven armored officers split down the middle to let you and your partners through, immediately forming a wall and pushing forwards, sending bullets firing moments later. You don't stop running just then, your pace hardly slowing as you all head straight for the exit door. Nines' arm is bleeding rivers, and it needs to be patched up before he loses too much thirium- not to mention, your heart is beating so fast in your chest you're afraid it'll explode, and you really need the safety of the outside. You pass another wave of special forces speeding away in the direction of the gunshots, and pick up the pace, anxiety swelling inside of your body. Pushing through the exit doors is a relief, and you take a breath of the air void of dust and mold. 

"Fuck..." Gavin huff, out of breath. He doubles over, one hand on his knee, chest heaving with every intake of oxygen he can drag in. "You alright? Tin Can, what about you?" he straightens his back, eyes falling shut as his own panic eases. He was still holding your hand- both of you notice at the same time, faces going red. You separate and act as if nothing had happened, simply nodding your head to show that you were okay and turning to inspect Nines' damage. The bullet wound had hit the side of his arm, cutting a deep groove that exposed crackling wires and sliced open the synthetic veins. The blood flow was heavy, but nothing immediately dangerous. With quick treatment, he would be alright.

"Come on, let's patch him up," you sigh, your breath stabilizing as Gavin nods and begins to lead the way to his car. Your heart still beat at unnatural speeds, but it was slowing as you quickly regathered yourself. "Did you guys notice anything about that deviant? The one who shot Nines?" you glance over your shoulder, pulling open the trunk of Gavin's car where you knew you had put the first aid kit. Gavin shrugs.

"Nothing in particular. She was batshit crazy, and had plants growing out of the back of her goddamn skull." though the sight of the android was weird, nothing about it struck a chord within Gavin, but him seeing the plants nesting in the deviant's synthetic skull only further solidified your realization. 

"She was the one Neil told us about, the one who had made him a deviant." 

"Oh, shit-" Gavin's eyes widen, and he glances at Nines, who, with a moment of thought and a yellow LED, nods his head in confirmation. "Fuck, well those dudes better not let her escape. We don't need her makin' more homemade deviant serial killers." his words were met with a sarcastic puff of air, showing his clear disgust at the thought of her. You agreed with that- she was a monster, and you hoped that she would finally be captured.