Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Destruction

After enduring an unexpectedly long shift due to an influx of belated paperwork, as well as a sudden increased in crimes regarding deviants throughout the city, Connor returned to his apartment complex just before midnight on the cloudy night to try to get some rest. The apartment building itself was still relatively vacant despite the new tenants and Chuck constantly handling routine maintenance, but even if every apartment in the complex had been occupied Connor still wouldn't have heard any noise from his neighbors as the building itself was designed with a generous abundance of sound proofing in the walls, the floors and the ceilings for the sake of complete privacy.

Taking a step out of the elevator as it reached the sixth floor, the top floor of the building, Connor exposed the palm of his right hand by retracting his artificial skin to unlock the door to his apartment via electronic panel beside the door;s frame. It was then Connor saw that not only was the door already partially opened, but the lock itself had been heavily damaged and broken from the outside.

Instinctively Connor drew his gun from the holster wrapped around his back but hidden beneath his gray blazer and slowly pushed open the door to the apartment open.

The light of his yellow flashing L.E.D. illuminated the dark livingroom and cast eerie dull shadows against the walls as the amber glow created silhouettes around the few pieces of furniture and other personal items that Connor and Lucas had purchased to give the apartment a 'homey' feel. Everything in the apartment had been overturned in an obvious fight and the walls had been damaged by physical force and stray bullets that created dozens of holes over the previously flawless surfaces.

"Lucas?"

Connor called out suspiciously as his scanner failed to detect any intruders lurking about the modest apartment or any other motion whatsoever.

No reply.

Stepping deeper inside the apartment Connor felt a knot form in the pit of his artificial stomach as his newly developed emotional instincts told him that something was very wrong. Cybernetically he turned on the lights only to immediately regret the decision as his soulful brown eyes fell upon a bloody, motionless body laying on their back in the middle of the floor. The blood covering the body was blue and the lack of a response from Lucas suddenly, tragically, made sense.

"Lucas?!"

Dropping the gun and falling to his knees beside Lucas's body Connor pressed one hand down against his brother's still chest and slipped his other hand under Lucas's bloody head to lift him up from the floor. The wounded deviant didn't respond to Connor's pleas and remained unnervingly silent.

"Lucas?"

Connor was fighting the urge to shout, but his emotions weren't cooperating with his logic at the moment.

"Lucas! What happened?!" As he spoke Connor's L.E.D. flashed to red with distress and he cybernetically called 911 to report a shooting in his apartment.

"Please look at me. Open your eyes, just for a moment."

Slowly Lucas's green eyes barely managed to open as he took in a shuddering breath. There was a massive stain of blue blood in the center of Lucas's forehead where three bullets had penetrated his cranium with virtually no resistance. The damage would've normally been minor for the 'RK-900', but thanks to the violent encounter the two brothers had endured so long ago at New Jericho Tower, Lucas's body was substantially weaker on a structural level. As a result Lucas was left just as vulnerable to physical attacks as any other android in the city.

"...C-Connor." Lucas's voice was strained and his words were accompanied with a reverberating electronic echo as he spoke. "...Brother?"

"It's okay." Moving his hand from Lucas's chest Connor tried to press his hand down over the bleeding wounds against Lucas's forehead to apply pressure, but his scanner indicated that the bullets had struck all of Lucas's vital intracranial biocomponents and the damage was severe. Shutdown was imminent: 00:00:24. "I've called for help, you're going to be fine." Deep down inside the deviant detective worried that his final words to his brother could be a lie and so Connor began asking questions instead. "Who did this? Who shot you?"