Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Fifty-Nine

You were gone.

You were gone again.

Arm dripping with the blood of Detective Reed, Connor stared at the spot you'd collapsed to, having been shot from behind.

At least the coward was dead, but that did not solve his bigger concern.

With one optical system malfunctioning, your bodyguard was struggling to see things as they really were. Flower petals would flutter by in his path, moving with or without the nighttime breeze. Trees in the distance would be fine one moment, then turn to lifeless husks the next. Vines were constantly wrapping themselves around his limbs, their thorns gouging deep, then vanishing without a trace when he tried to tear them away.

All of this driving him further into madness while he strained to think straight. To remember what had happened that led him there.

[Injured. She's.... she is hurt. I... I couldn't stop it.

...... no more.]

Connor turned and tried to listen for the telltale screech of ambulance sirens. Only the wind whispered back.

It didn't matter; your android knew where the hospital was. He had to break free from the malignant vines wrapping around his legs, but once he started to run, he thought it would be easier.

To his horror, it was worse. The park was easy, where not much could touch him.

But the busy nightlife of Detroit had been twisted and infected, leaving Connor in the heart of what only he could feel.

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The whole thing seemed to have started in the hospital, and now that was where you'd ended up again. Almost as soon as your injury was tended to, you were situated in a room and getting serious deja vu. Heavy footsteps didn't make you feel any better, despite them belonging to Hank, who rushed in. He sighed heavily, frowning as he sat down beside the bed. "Am I the only one feeling like this shit is a circle? Start here, end here." He tried to smile but it looked pained. "Lady, you gotta stop ending up here."

You didn't even try to smile back. He just cleared his throat and shifted in the chair. "... Hank?" When he looked towards you, you gestured towards your lower half. "Can you remove my leg, please?"

The request made him a little uncomfortable, and a lot confused. "I thought you could feel with that thing?"

"Yes. When I'm able to control it."

His eyes closed, but he got to his feet. Reed had really fucked you over, but he probably didn't survive whatever the kid had done. There was definitely an explosion soon after the kid chased him. "Left one, isn't it?" When you nodded, he paused, apologized, and pulled the thin covers of the bed down. Your prosthetic turned white almost as soon as he took hold of it. "I really, really hope I don't have to do this again," he mumbled, twisting at the thing until he heard it unlock. Then it was easily pulled away.

"Thanks," you muttered, waiting for him to replace the covers and sit down again, setting your leg aside. "...... why isn't he here?" you asked before you could stop himself.

And here came the painful parts. "He went after Reed, and by the time the ambulance came, he was still gone. Besides, after that little stunt he pulled on TV, I don't think he'd be allowed in here."

All you could do was nod and pretend your eyes weren't watering. "He knew where we were. Once the other RK800 models went after him, he knew we were in CyberLife." Hank groaned. "... he still didn't come for me because I told him not to. That's why he sent that warning. I told him not to look for me, so he told everyone else to."

"Can't say he isn't clever," the lieutenant replied. "... what do we do now? He's... he's out somewhere in the city. Or just waiting in the park still."

There was a huge understanding that your bodyguard would not have stayed where he was. "He's trying to find me now, I think. Now that he had me back, my demand is done, so he's free to hunt me--....."

Not the best choice of words. Reaching over to squeeze your hand, Hank shook his head. "Don't. That kid is barely hanging onto whatever is left of his head, but he still loves you."

Which is why I don't want to do what needs to be done, Hank...

More footsteps approached, and Hank expected a doctor, or a couple of nurses. Not Elijah Kamski with the RK800 model you'd sent to him. Elijah froze in the doorway, noticed your prosthetic on the side, and started cursing under his breath before sitting on your other side. "You know how surreal it is when you know what an android is doing to the city, and then the same model shows up with a hard drive and ten cents? And you know what it means?"

You glanced at the android first, nodding once. "Thank you, Connor."

"If I'd known the situation would escalate, I would have hurried. I apologize." The android stood still, like they always did.

On the other hand, Elijah looked past you to the lieutenant. "Is she like this with the other one? Ignoring everything else?"

"Those two are magnets, Kamski. Don't diss 'em." Hank gave an awfully sharp glare.

"Anyways. How bad is--"

A loud and terrible wail filled the room, making those who were at least human flinch. It sounded kind of familiar, but...

"What the hell is that?!" you cried, stuck watching people start to run from either direction in the hallway.

"It's a fucking warning!" Hank had to shout. "That thing's only activated when there's some kind of emergency--"

The siren wailed again, followed by the sound of several helicopters going by. You had to grip the metal bars on the sides of the bed, trying to remember how to breathe and do it slowly.

While the humans tried to calm you, the RK800 turned on the TV set mounted in the corner. There, during the live broadcast from a helicopter, you could see your bodyguard in the middle of what looked like half the fucking army. The video wasn't super clear, but it looked like Connor was attacking anything that came near.

Why is he moving like that? Like he's got something keeping him in place...

"We need to go," you spat out, shaking. "They'll destroy him once they notice his head. Hank we need to go!!"

"And how the fuck are you gonna get there?!" Arms crossed, Hank winced. "Sweetheart, going out in the middle of all that is a death sentence, all right? You think those assholes care?"

"THEN TELL THEM TO STAND DOWN!!" Your voice carried down the corridor. "You're law enforcement for the city, you get down there and tell them to fucking stand down!! I'm the only one he'll listen to, they need to let me through!!"

There was a huge pause. "... I'm Detroit law enforcement, yeah. That's the fucking military. They're not gonna listen to me."

"Then get me down there so I can explain the virus!!" There was no way you were letting this go. "The longer I'm away, the longer this goes on! GET ME DOWN THERE BEFORE THEY KILL HIM, HANK!!"

"I'll carry her," Kamski piped up, getting to his feet. "You go down there and try to stall them or something. Or at least let them wait to see if he'll calm down when she talks to him."

With a grunt, the lieutenant hurried out of the door, muttering something about being "too old for this shit" and "the shit I do when I care".

Elijah handed you the flash drive you'd asked for before you were scooped up. He carried you out of the room, and you glanced back to see the newer Connor following close behind. "... factory reset? That's a last resort, you know."

"I don't think I have a choice, Eli. That virus might be attaching itself to more than he realizes..." Voice cracking, you added, "I'll be lucky if he knows me."