Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Fear

The day had started out rather rough. A rogue deviant who had been using a knife to attack and threaten other deviants, as well as humans throughout the city, had been accused of murdering an innocent woman who was out walking her dog in the park earlier that same morning. Due to the deviant nature of the case, both Connor and Hank had been assigned to work the reported investigation, and had tracked the dangerous deviant down to the busy train station in Ferndale where he was trying to blend into the crowd of his fellow deviants and unaware humans, and escape from the police before he could be apprehended and charged for his crime.

The moment the deviant took notice of the police roaming the area he panicked and made a move to run. Shoving his way through the dense crowd the deviant was at risk of eluding the police and evading justice.

"Stop!" Connor shouted with authority in his voice as he easily isolated the dangerous deviant from the rest of the crowd. "Detroit Police!"

The deviant glared angrily at Connor as he pushed his way through the mass of people and leapt onto the elevated concrete tracks of the train in a desperate bid to flee from the pursuing detective. Without missing a beat Connor also cut through the crowd and leapt onto the tracks as he chased after the deviant along the concrete tracks at a dangerously quick speed over the busy streets twenty feet below.

Meanwhile, Hank was driving along street below the tracks and was keeping track of the chase from his position as he radioed in the pursuit to dispatch. "Holy shit!" He craned his neck a little as he watched Connor catching up to the deviant along the lengthy concrete tracks above. "What the fuck is he thinking?!"

"STOP." Connor demanded again as he reached out his hand and grabbed onto the deviant's shoulder from behind. Pulling back hard he managed to stop the deviant in his tracks, only to have the deviant turn around wildly and swing his knife at Connor in response. Grabbing onto the aggressive deviant's arm Connor planted his feet firmly to keep the blade from cutting into his body as he restrained the weapon back and away from himself. "DROP THE KNIFE. NOW!"

Seeing the struggle now taking place high above Hank stopped the car beneath the tracks and looked up at the two androids fighting for the knife almost twenty feet above him. The two deviants were standing atop the tracks over a concrete support column right in the middle of the street and were standing precariously close to the edge. Grabbing his radio that he kept in his coat pocket Hank reported the incident and updated their exact location as he requested immediate back-up.

"This your last chance!" Connor warned as he easily held the deviant in place. "Drop the knife!"

The deviant wasn't going to be cooperative or go down easily. "Fuck off!"

Connor had no choice but to break the deviant's wrist in order to make him let go of the knife, and in the process the deviant's leg buckled from the sudden pain. As the deviant fell downward he lost his footing and grabbed onto Connor's arms to try to stop his fall. As the deviant fell over the edge of the track he pulled Connor down with him, and the two slipped over the edge of the tracks together as the knife fell away and clattered onto the asphalt far below.

"Connor!?" Hank shouted upward as he watched Connor and the deviant hanging onto the edge of the concrete track by Connor's one hand as they hung perilously high up over the street. "Hold on! Help's coming!"

Connor's yellow L.E.D. flashed to red rapidly and his heart began thundering in his chest from a mixture of fear and sudden dizziness as the drop affected his gyroscope. Hanging onto the track as tightly as he could for dear life Connor looked down at the street so far below himself and saw Hank standing beneath the tracks watching everything happen.