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

RK900 - 2

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All at once, the chaos explodes. You spot a flash of white and black, dark hair, but you don't have time to pay attention as you kick and scream for freedom, for help. Wyatt shouts, but he's sent right to the ground by one absolutely brutal punch from Conan. There is an audible crack of a faceplate, Wyatt's skull being fractured by Conan's relentless attack. The android turns on it's heel just in time to elbow the Chloe android in the nose, sounding out yet another crunch of synthetic cartilage. Conan pounces on the Chloe, an easy defeat, and you finally crane your neck through the pain to take in the sight in front of you. Time seems to freeze as so many things hit you at once. 

Safety is here. You're safe. 

Nines?? Nines in a Cyberlife jacket? But Nines is right there?

He's going to snap her neck.

You can't find the words to voice any of these things except for the least important one. The ST200 is under the spell of this virus as well. You can't let her die when she isn't in control. Through all of your pain and confusion and fear and relief you scream out three words and that's all you needed. 

"Don't kill her!!" The RK900 glances up at you, grimacing before it grabs the ST200's thirium pump instead, ripping it from her stomach cavity and placing it at her side. Just in time, this Nines carbon-copy rolls out of the way as Wyatt dives for him.

"Help me, you piece of shit!!" Wyatt glares at Nines, the real Nines, and kicks the second one off of him with his heavy boot. At his orders, Nines surges into motion. You want to keep watching the fight, the face-off, you want to cheer and chant and scream for Nines' safety, but your attention is shredded away by a new pain, a new fear. The claws and the prong wire have been joined by yet another mechanical arm. This time, it holds a cylindrical chamber on the end. You remember this, from years ago, seeing it in a news article or something like that and you remember what it does, too. It clamps around your arm and tears the elbow socket apart, just like that, done. On an android it's efficient- on a human, it's deadly. 

"No, no no!" You're struggling harder than you have before. You're ripping at your arms, your vision going spotty and dark from the pain, the everything crashing down on you all at once. Safety is here, you have to live, you were going to live and now you're going to bleed out right now when you're so close to escaping, to freedom. The object opens and then closes once more around your arm, tight, so tight around the poor limb that's already gone through so much shit. You feel something heavy press against your elbow, pushing, pushing- it's going to snap your arm right in two and then it's going to separate and rip the flesh apart. You're going to die screaming and crying and bleeding when you were just about to be saved. 

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As Conan sends it's foot into Nines' thirium pump and it's fist into Wyatt's side, Gavin sees the signal. The rapid flicker from that usual blue LED to the red colour. He almost doesn't register it. The cue, the all clear to go save you, it feels surreal and too good to be true but it's happening and you're relying on him. He bursts from his hiding spot and forces his legs to propel him forwards even as he sees you with tears streaming down your face. He wants to go to you but he has to disable this stupid machine first. Conan is holding it's own just like it said it would. It's punching and kicking and headbutting, using every limb and every chance to land a hit no matter how damaging. Gavin feels that wonderful sense of hope and adrenaline as he stumbles in front of the control panel. There are so many buttons, so many things, and he scans them all so quickly but not quick enough to know what they all do. He hears your screams escalating, he hears your fear, and the sound of real bone cracking is what finally spurs him on to hit everything at once, no care for what it might do. You were dying in there. 

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The metal presses your elbow so hard that you feel it break. Your scream is raw, painful, and your knees give out. The object starts to shift, to tear at your flesh, ripping, shredding, pulling, your arm is moments from being entirely severed and you're moments form passing out and bleeding out and dying when everything is just coming to save you and your life flickers before your eyes just like you had always heard it would. You see Gavin and you feel the comfort and safety of his hug and his smile and you see Nines too and his kind blue eyes so filled with life and care and so much more potential. You see your mom, your dad, your siblings, you see Hank and Connor and Elijah Kamski and the faces of those also killed at the hands of the deviants and the tearing is so painful but your vision is going dark and you know it'll be over soon, so soon, and that's both good and bad because death seems so wonderful now, so freeing, but you want to be free and alive and you want Gavin-

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The machine beeps, and the lights go out, and all of the motion inside has stopped. Gavin almost collapses right then and there, but he manages to stumble the last few steps to collapse at your side instead. Your blood stains the floor, dripping steadily from your face, your arm, your neck, and after a moment Gavin clambers to his feet again and places his hands on your face. 

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), baby, please, please don't be dead, please look at me!" Gavin smooths your hair back, and your bleary eyes shift slowly to land on his before your neck goes limp and you black right out. "Fuck, no (N/N), no no!" he moves to the claws holding your arms, bleeding you dry, and he cringes at the mess that is your arm and hand. The arm that was crushing your limb had receded, but the claws had not and it took all of his strength to pry back the one and catch you as you fell. He turned to the next claw right after and detached it just the same, before seeing the bleeding of your neck and the wire embedded inside of it. He felt sick. He swallowed down the bile rising, gripping the wire, and in one swift movement he pulls the wire from the back of your neck, shedding his jacket and wrapping it around you to hold you in his arms as he sinks to his knees. 

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Conan is a killing machine, just like it was designed to be. It's fast and durable, strong, virtually unbeatable. It swings it's elbow into the other RK900's jaw, and with a click the jaw dislocates and the RK900 staggers, reacting to his synthetic pain receptors and drawing a curse from Wyatt, who must have forgotten to turn the simulations off. As Nines recovered from the searing pain, Conan set all of it's attention on Wyatt. It charged him, fastening it's fists around Wyatt's shirt collar and carrying him right off of his feet. Slamming him against the bars of the surrounding fence, Conan grabbed the gun from Wyatt's waistband and jams it up against his chin. Wyatt's LED blinks rapidly yellow, communicating with the other android, before he swings out a foot and hits Conan heavily in the thirium pump. The synthetic air is forced from it's chest and Wyatt is able to struggle free, swiping out Conan's legs and sending the android to the ground. He clamps his boot down on Conan's hand, reaching for the gun but before his fingers can close around the metal Conan fires and shoots one of those fingers right off. 

"Fuck, RK! Give me a fucking hand!" Wyatt reaches for the gun with his other hand but Conan is quicker. It grabs Wyatt's ankle, tugging hard and sending him to the ground all the same before pressing the gun against his thigh and firing thrice, severing the quadriceps femoris and cutting the muscles in the leg to shreds, rendering it useless. Nines grabs Conan by the turtleneck jacket, pulling the other android back and away and trying to fire a bullet in it's direction. Conan uses the same move as earlier, rolling so violently that it's robotic spine momentarily shifts, but pops back into place to propel it to it's feet. 

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"Come on, (N/N), wake up, come back to me, we have to run, okay?" Gavin hugs you to his chest, so relieved to finally have you back, safe, in his arms. He promised he would come back and he did, now you had to do the same. "(Y/N), please, please wake up." he kisses your forehead, and then your nose, leaning his head against yours and rocking gently back and forth, begging, pleading for you to open your eyes, to hold on just a little while longer. 

You shift.