My name is Talia, I'm Hank Anderson's daughter and I work along side him. Deviants are a hard thing for people to understand completely, so when Hank and I go to the creator of the Android, whats destined to happen? I've always found it fascinating...
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-Elijah Kamski
———— "It's done. He's out of my life for good. That asshole..." I couldn't finish my sentence from the anger that built up inside of me again. Me and My dad stood outside of the hospital room just awaiting something to happen.
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Elijah pulls out the cords that connects to his body. The machines loud beeps and the sound of cords dropping filled the room. Elijah limps to the door and twists the handle. Hank Anderson stood at the open door with his hands tucked into his pockets. "Where's your daughter?" Elijah asked out of breath. Hank shakes his head and leads Elijah back into the hospital room.
"Kamski. You know how much of a fragile person my daughter is, so I think you know she wouldn't stick around long." Hank answers and puts Elijah back down on his bed. Usually the nurses would be running to the room from the noise of the machine, but they knew Kamski wasn't dead. Plus, he's supposed to leave now anyways.
"I know how fragile she is, yes. But she can't leave me... She's all I have." Elijah tells Hank the same thing he told Talia. "She can leave me... But I wish she wouldn't. I'm not gonna hold her back." He finally realized how pushy he was really being.
"There ya go Kamski. Get dressed. I'm waiting outside the room. You're coming with me."
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Talia sat on a bench as watched over the city. Most nights when it was just her and her dad, they'd come out to this place and just stare up at the stars and watch the cars speed below us. Talia looks down to the headlights on the cars as her feet make their own snow angel. The feeling of emptiness was always with her, she just never realized how worse it got when she was alone. The world that she lives in now is much different than the one she grew up in. Androids taking over people, murdering people for not apparent reason. Red Ice seems to be the only thing people use to be happy nowadays. Police sirens never stopped ringing through her ears since the day she was born. The constant reminders of who she is, and what she's done fills her. It's when you're high up, that's when the ground looks pretty nice. Tires crushed the snow behind her as Talia stood on a bench with her hood up and her hands in her jacket. Two car doors slam shut as footsteps approached her. "Hey." Elijah announced his presence from below her. She didn't respond or look down to him. "I know you're aggravated with me. I understand why. But I wanted to let you know before I'm out of your life for good this time, that I'm sorry. I know this seemed so sudden and crashed down on you like a piano, but I mean this genuinely. If you ever need anything, know that I'm always gonna be here, not matter the person, no matter the reasoning, I'm always here. I'm always gonna be here awaiting you." Elijah awaited her response but still never got one. Talia turned her head farther away from him so she couldn't see him. It would only make it so much worse. Her green eyes traced the snow prints she left with her glossy eyes. It took everything in her to not run into this mans arms. "Goodbye princess." He sighed and walked back to the car with his feet dragging in the snow. Talia looked behind her and saw the back of his head. Fuck all this emotional shit. She thought to herself as she watched him enter the car. Her dad walks around the car and speaks to him through the window. Hank shakes his head and slowly walks towards the bench Talia stood on with something in his hand. He hands her a bottle a bourbon with a smirk. She takes the bottle into her hands as her leather gloves give a steady grip. She opened the lid and drank straight out of the bottle.
"What's going on with you Tal?" He asked his daughter with concern tracing each word he spoke. Talia turned to him with a face that told a horrible story. She shrugged as she handed him the bottle.
"You tell me dad." She put her head into her hands and stared into the blinding snow that laid below her. Hank drank from the bottle and leaned back into the bench. He didn't know exactly how to explain what was happening to her, but he had a couple things he wanted to say.
"Well, Tal. It seems as if you've got many things going on. Like, you made a wrong turn down the road somewhere. But even after that stupid ass turn, you made it right." He tried to make his own wordings for everything he said. Talia always found it so irritating when he tried to do that.
"Dad, I killed myself." Talia lifts her head up out of her hands and turned to her dad. "I took the knife, and stabbed it into my chest. I killed myself." Talia spoke out as if she really were dead. Her dad looked her in the eyes as if she were crazy. "Let's put it this way, I tried to befriend a knife that was being used to kill me." Hank grabbed Talia's hand with worry and stared into her green eyes.
"Listen Talia, along the journey you did befriend the knife. But the hand kept pushing the knife deeper forcefully. It wasn't the knifes fault, it was the person who owned the knife." Now Hank and Talia were confused, but weren't at the same time. This is why she gets so pissed off when her dad does this.
"I'll apologize." She finally finished the sentence so her dad would stop confusing her. She takes the bottle and took a long drink before closing her eyes. She tilts her head up to the sky and felt her dad shift around on the bench. "Take him home. I'll make the date right. I'm still pissed off, and you obviously know how I get when I'm fucked up." Hank pats Talia's back and makes his way back to the car. Talia continued to face the sky with her eyes glued shut.
"What did she say?" Elijah asked with his eyes closed as he stared at the roof of the car. Hank sighed and looked out to his extraordinary daughter with cautious eyes.
"She said she... She doesn't fucking know." Hank drives away as snow beats down on the windshield of his car. "She don't know what she wants. She's so strong, but yet so persuadable. When will she learn." Hank finally realized after looking at Elijah what he was doing. This man was still going to help this woman kill his daughter. He was helping a woman that Hank once called his wife, kill somebody he loved dearly. "Why did she want to kill Talia?" Hank turned the radio down.
"She...." Kamski didn't know the exact answer for that question. He had assumptions, but he didn't know the actual cause. "For me, I have my own thoughts. Either she just couldn't handle the constant thoughts of Talia, or she didn't, and never did like the attention she got from you." Elijah shrugged and watch the words flow across the dashboard.
