[Trigger warning - This chapter contains suicide mentions. Please do not continue reading if you are triggered by the topic.]
In the morning, I woke up alone on the couch with the smell of bacon filling my sinuses. My head had a new bandage on it, and this time I could feel neosporin under it soaking in the wound. Vince was over the stove cooking some bacon, where the smell came from. He pushed it on a plate, and slid it over on the counter where I sat last night, until he saw me awake.
"Good morning, lieutenant," He smiled, turning back to turn the stove off. "You have breakfast on the counter here." Steam from the hot water rose from the sink, and it reminded me of my mother washing the dishes too. The sunshine through the slit of the curtain helped me get up easier, letting my eyes adjust that this still wasn't a dream. I sat down in the same chair where the plate of three bacon slices were. Vincent filled a glass with ice water from the fridge and slid it over to me like a bartender.
"Thanks." I said groggily, my voice very raspy from last night. Vincent nodded, and turned back to washing the spatula.
"So, lieutenant," He started, but focused on the dishes. "Are you enjoying the cyberlife yet?" He shut the water off, and put the spatula on a rag next to the sink to dry.
"I guess so, apart from my head." I picked at my food, then took a half bite out of the first piece of bacon.
Vincent laughed evilly under his breath. "You won't when you see the infected androids."
"Well, I don't really care if I die either, really." I replied. Vincent turned around with a concerned look, his light flickered to yellow. Silence filled the room, besides his footsteps walking around the counter to me again.
"Are you... Suicidal, lieutenant?" Vincent's head turned to the side a little, showing his jawline a bit more.
"No!" I lied a little. "I'm just saying, I really have nobody back home that would care if I died." My eyes started to fill with small tears since I knew Levi and my mother would care. In fact, they'd be the only people to care. Vincent's light flashed red for a second, then back to yellow.
"You're sure?" He asked, still worried. "I just don't want to give you a gun if I have to go on a mission." Vincent gently moved his suit jacket off of his waist, revealing a glock tucked in the waistband of his dress pants. I gasped, and covered my mouth.
"Mission?" My voice echoed a little through the house, and Vincent shushed me.
"You can't say that, but yes. My job is really to kill the deviant androids off so they don't cause harm to the innocent ones, and regular people, like you." Vincent's light turned back to blue.
"Can I help?" I got up from the stool leaving two more pieces of bacon on my plate.
"Yes, but promise me you are not suicidal, lieutenant?"
"I promise, I promise." I balled my fists eagerly. Vincent took me to his room where he opened a dresser with a revolver in it. My eyes lit up on it, the shine gleamed back in my eyes. I processed the information earlier, realizing I could either help my android or leave him. I frowned, then looked at Vincent who was waiting for me to pick it up. His light flickered to yellow after he saw me upset again.
"What's wrong, lieutenant?" He put his hand on my shoulder.
"I don't know, Vince. I really don't." I felt myself almost about to cry again. My eyes bubbled with tears, but this time some spilled out onto the dresser. I pulled myself into Vincent's chest, wrapping my arms around him again. He hugged me back almost instantly after he realized I was contemplating taking the gun or not.
"We can give the missions time before you really want to, lieutenant. That way, we can see if those thoughts worsen or get better."
"I'm sorry, Vincent," I cried. "I wish I could just be normal." Vincent patted my back in reassurance.
"You are normal, lieutenant. One of the most normal people to me." Vincent directed us towards the bed to sit down. He held me in his lap, still attempting to calm me down. I sat up and wiped my eyes, still looking at the open drawer with the gun in it.
"Don't look there, it's okay."
"I'll know it's there now."
"I'll move it while you're sleeping." I turned to him, still comforting me as tears still leaked out of my eyes. I smiled sadly, hoping when he did move it, I'd find it soon.
"Are you able to go on missions without me?" I sniffled, and wiped my eyes with my sleeve again.
"Yes, but it could be dangerous," He explained. "You see, if the deviants learn I'm after them, they'll track me down. Then, if they see me come out of my house, they'll know I live here and kill us both."
"This is why I want to help..."
"When those thoughts go away, then I'll consider it."
"Only consider?" I whined a little.
Vincent sighed. "Well, fine. If they go away, then I'll let you come with me on a mission. How's that?" I smiled, thinking of a small plan in my head if Vincent is stupid enough to take me, and I kill myself. I really like his company, though. I was insane. I could save the world... My mind continued running, but I finally made up my mind to answer him.
"Sure."
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Science Fiction(All text was transferred from google docs; none was stolen.) This story is inspired by the video game Detroit: Become Human. All credit goes to the producers of it, and I am not trying to steal any of their content from the game. About: Elias; a 16...
