Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Fifty-One

You'd lived with a prototype that had targeted you specifically, and even during those worst moments of being in his clutches, you weren't as terrified as you were now.

Connor had completely pulverized a friend, someone who would never have been a threat of any kind. The lack of empathy in his eyes remained, even after he realized you were watching. He acted so... rational. Like his actions needed no explanation, he was only doing what he had to.

You couldn't get the image of blue blood dripping from his hands out of your head.

I need to keep the fuck away from him. I don't know what the fuck happened, I know I cured that virus!

A creeping feeling snuck its way up your spine when you realized that your only choice was to run. If your android was targeting people around you, making yourself scarce might keep people safe. At least for now.

But where could you go and hide from something built to hunt others down?

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Your eyes watered endlessly, but you made it home. Knowing you had VERY little time, you rushed through the house to gather the things you needed.

First things first, your phone was crushed. Connor could track it easily, and it was a liability. It was also easily replaced.

Hurrying downstairs, you snatched a couple bags of thirium and a toolkit you always used. At the control panel, you adjusted settings to account for your absence. If the detective showed up, fine. You were counting on it.

Only as you were rushing back up the stairs did you realize that you'd been preparing an escape plan for months. But when the RK900 was taken down, you didn't think it would happen.

The mysterious door with no knob was still a mystery to everyone who didn't have permissions. Your left hand pressed against a specific panel in the wood, the skin fading so the shell could be read. Only then did the door open, pulling up like a shutter. When you stepped inside, it slammed shut again.

It wasn't a safe room. You were certain Connor could have found his way inside if he wanted. But androids- his models specifically- could read heat. So you'd had to devise a way to leave without witnesses.

Hung on the wall was a backpack you'd prepared months in advance. The thirium and toolkit were shoved inside before you pulled out another phone. You booted it up and called the number Hank had given you. While you hoped he would answer the unknown number, you leaned down to open the hatch in the floor.

"Hello?" came his gruff voice, full of suspicion. "Who the fuck--"

"Hank, it's me," you spat out. Once the hatch was opened, you used the ladder to climb down. "You don't know the number, I know, I'm sorry. It's a burner phone."

Now he was suspicious for a different reason. "Okay, well, why the hell are you using a burner phone? Most folks don't need 'em." He paused. "Fuck, what happened?"

"Gimme a sec, it's hard to use a ladder and hold the phone too." Once you'd reached the bottom, you sighed. "It's Connor. I... he..." You choked up, the tears making their return. "H-he killed Markus. We went over because Markus wanted to use Connor's likeness for a painting... and... I came into the studio.... th-there was just a bloody mass of metal..."

Wherever he was, Hank had to sit down. "Holy shit...."

"H-he just... he looked so calm. Thirium running down his hands, and this empty look in his eyes....."

"So you ran. I don't think you're a target, sweetheart. But if he did what he did to Markus, then..."

"... everyone else is next," you finished. "I thought maybe... if I avoided him... he wouldn't have reason to go after someone near me. I-I don't know, I just had to get away from him."