Smart Man (Chase Davenport x Reader)

Chapter VII

I want to know what you guys thing about (Y/n) vs (First Name). Read this chapter and see which one flows better. I'm not going to use (First Name) in this chapter. Whichever one gets more positivity, then I'll use that one from here on out.

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Adam followed Marcus, the shorter male leading him to a dark van.

A sentence that no one ever saw coming was that Adam was smart. He didn't just follow Marcus without anything to defend himself on him. He had a gun in a holster on his hip, since he knew how to shoot. Since Marcus was an android, Adam knew that it wouldn't do much except stun him, but it could save his life.

Marcus opened the back of the van after knocking twice. "Just get in," he said. Adam nodded before climbing in and turning to face the opening. Marcus got in and closed the door before stomping twice and pulling on a cord. The cord made a light turn on that illuminated the back of the van with a soft glow. It wasn't anything worth writing home about, so Adam just sat down across from Marcus.

"What has to happen now?" asked Adam, watching Marcus with his hazel eyes.

"We will be driven to my boss's house. There, we will get a mission. Just one part of how we can get you the girl." Marcus leaned back, watching Adam.

"Any predictions?"

The android shrugged. "Just one thing. Chase has to be out of the picture. Not dead, but out of the picture."

Adam froze. "I'm not doing this if Chase is going to get hurt," he said almost immediately.

"Your loyalty will be your enemy," said the other, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "It's almost disgusting."

The cold glare from Adam's eyes - unluckily - didn't freeze Marcus.

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"Chase!" you shouted, rushing toward the edge of the cliff, sliding on your stomach, not caring about the rocks scraping your tummy. "Hold on!"

He grimaced, gritting his cheeks. "I can't! Not much longer!"

You felt the warm tears start to trickle down your cheeks as you reached his dangling body. "Chase, please, give me your hand!"

He shook his head, his own tears trickling down his cheeks. "No," he whispered. "No, I can't."

"Just do it! Please!" You held your hand out. The fall would definitely kill him. Why wasn't he accepting your help?

"If I touch you, I'm going to hurt you," he said, his voice depressingly calm. "That's all I've ever done since I told you I love you."

You reached for his hand, flinching back and yelling out at the pain that erupted in your arm. It actually hurt to touch him. Ignoring the pain, you grabbed his hand anyway, legitimate sparks flying at your touch, burning your skin. You tugged him up before he finally gave in and gave you his other hand.

As soon as he was up, you took him into your arms, sparks flying everywhere.

"Stop," he said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not," you lied. Your skin burnt from the sparks.

"Yes I am!" he shouted, pushing you off. You fell into the rocks behind you as he stumbled back, losing his footing and falling off the edge of the cliff.

"No!"

You woke up in a cold sweat, shooting up and attempting to catch your breath. Ignoring the time, you pressed the call button for the nurse. A nurse rushed in, seeing you in your terrified state.