Accident Prone - Becoming Human

The Tunnel

What had started out as an annoying but typical foot pursuit of a deviant pickpocket had ended with a horrible fall that left both Connor and Hank in a dark and very unusual situation. During the chase the male deviant suspect led Connor and Hank down a long stretch of an abandoned property that had been originally designed to house a light-rail system that had been scrapped before completion in 2011. The aged and unattended surface of the concrete over top of deep, long tunnels stretching beneath the surface had given way under their sudden weight during the chase. The deviant suspect avoided the terrible fall through sheer luck, while Connor and Hank weren't quite so fortunate.

As the concrete surface began to fracture and split under his weight Connor's scanner detected the damage and quickly preconstructed the limited options he had in protecting himself and Hank as much as possible from serious injury. Selecting the option that'd keep Hank entirely from harm Connor quickly turned around on his heels, grabbed onto Hank's shoulders to make sure the senior detective fell in such a way that Connor's own body plummeted into fractured ground first, while Hank fell second and would land on top of him.

Crashing through the jagged and sharp concrete layers covering the top of the underground tunnels one by one Connor's vision was bombarded with red warnings as his body was battered and bruised by the horrendous fall. Concrete, rusted metal pipes, exposed electrical wires and metal rebar damaged Connor's back as fell through the darkness and toward the bottom of the rail tunnel sixty feet below the abandoned property.

Falling against his will Hank swore, held his breath and instinctively tried to pull his arms and legs in to keep his limbs from being broken during the fall. With Connor falling ahead of him Hank barely brushed past the damaged layers around him and was only aware of the deviant when Connor managed to suddenly wrap his arms around him to provide some form of cushion for the senior detective as they both impacted the cold, hard ground with a painful 'thud'. The strong impact was enough to make Connor release his protective grip letting Hank roll away from his arms.

Everything was suddenly silent and Hank was dazed where he laid on his back. Slowly taking in a deep breath Hank glanced about and found himself at the bottom of the deep pit with only what looked like a basketball sized hole of light shining down from above. Testing his limbs for any sign of breaks Hank only felt a tight burning in his right ankle and a squeezing pressure in his upper back from falling and landing hard on the ground of the long forgotten tunnel.

"Shit..."

Carefully checking the area around him with his hands, his palms palpating the ground around him, Hank realized he had in fact stopped falling and was currently resting on solid ground. As his right palm pressed against a denim covered shin Hank realized he had just located Connor beside him, and the sticky warm substance clinging to his palm confirmed that Connor was now bleeding.

"Fuck! Connor?!"

Rolling to his right side Hank turned and rested on his palms and knees as he stared down at the motionless body of the deviant who had managed to help break his fall, and let him survive what would've otherwise ended his life in one fell swoop. The red blinking L.E.D. in Connor's right temple helped Hank to locate Connor's face in the dim light of the tunnel and it told him that the deviant was in big trouble.

"Connor?" Lightly patting his left palm against Connor's right cheek Hank wiped the Thirium off on his right palm and onto the right knee of his jeans as he tried to get the deviant to speak to him. "Hey, are you okay?"

There was heavy pause before Connor's garbled voice spoke up in a shaking whisper through the darkness. "...N-No. I am d-damaged."

"Shit, how bad?"