•The Kamski test• Elijah Kamski

XI. Thoughts

-Hank Anderson.

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"Suck my dick!" Talia sang to herself along with the rhythm that played on the radio. It's been a week and Talia has refused every time to go see Elijah. Her dad was thinking about taking a "road trip" with Talia soon. He knew it was a stretch, but he knew she was dying without Elijah. Talia hums to herself as she sat down in her desk. Her dad eyed her with annoyance but she didn't notice.

"So, got any-um... Got any files I can check?" Talia asked with a long pause in between her words. She rubbed her eyes with her petite hands and shook off the feeling of drowning.
Hank sighed and reached down into his file drawer. Talia hasn't slept, ate, or socialized since the incident. He understood she needed time, but how much time does she need. It's not healthy for her to be doing this.
Hank hands her a file and lets her look over it herself.

Dawson, masters name is Laila Demot. Injured Mom and stole their car. Physical appearance Description, black hair, brown eyes, Dark skin.

"Well it's not that bad..." Talia says with exhaustion tracing each and every word.
Talia looked at the picture they had of the android with curiosity. She felt as if she wanted to help them. Deviants are androids that have feelings. Most of the time they commit crimes, but usually it's because the owner abused them, or something the android cared about. Talia felt her eyes become heavy and start to close slowly. Her head falls down onto the table gracefully. Hank's eyes widen and look at his passed out daughter that sat in front of him. He comes around to her side and lifts her up.

"Talia?" He called out to her and shook her by the shoulders. She didn't respond. Hank checked her pulse even though he knew she was alive. "Fucking hell." Hank cursed and picked her up out of the chair. He carried her out to his car and lays her down softly.
His back cramped up so he leaned against the car. Talia's eyes shot open and saw her dad with pain stricken eyes. She grabs his hand and pulls herself up.
"Buckle yourself up. We're going to a crime scene." Hank orders his daughter and gets into his side of the car.

"Which one?" Talia asked. Hank looks out the window and tries to make up a crime scene that Talia didn't know about.

"Wanda Bult. Her android killed her husband." Talia nods and turns up the radio. Even though she hated her dads music, she could tell he was stressed over something important.

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"Lunch." Talia whined as restaurants passed by her window. "Please, we've been driving for hours!" Talia begged her dad as the bags under her eyes got worse.
She hasn't eaten in days, So hand couldn't say no.

They stop at a place that was a grab and go. Talia took a bite out of her food and instantly felt like vomiting. The food was amazing, but her stomach couldn't handle food for some reason. She was starving and had to eat something.
"Dad, I can't eat this." Talia says with a low voice. Her dad looks at her food and saw she only had a couple bites.

"Tal, you need to eat." Hank sighed and set down his own food. Talia looked down to her food with sad eyes.

"I can't. It makes me sick..." Talia stared at her dad with her green orbs. He shakes his head and puts her food back into the bag safely so she can eat it later.
"What's wrong with me?" Talia asked her dad with anger and hopelessness.

Talia

I need sleep and to eat. I just can't. Whenever I sleep, it's only for ten minutes or less. Whenever I eat, I can only have two bites. I'm breaking myself even more now. It's not anyone's fault but my own. Yet I'm not ready to face Elijah. I won't admit that I was in the wrong. Because I wasn't, he was. Was I actually ever going to apologize? Now I wish I would've just told my dad no that day.
Poor little Elijah Kamski, can't live by himself. He's been doing it for a while now. I wanted him to get attached, but now, I wish he never did.

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"Julius Cesar isn't my dad." I laughed at my father as he tried to make up who my birth parents were. He shrugged and stared at the empty roads. "If anything, Brendon Urie is my dad." I giggled at my imagination of Brendon raising me.

"Who the fuck is Brendon Urie?" My dad asked with a rude tone. I rolled my eyes and connected my phone to the car. I played a famous song by him and instantly saw a sour face on my dad. "No." He turned the volume down in the car to stop his voice.

"He's amazi-"

"No he's not." My dad chuckled and looked to me. I shrugged and allowed my dad to have his own opinion. How far away is this fucking crime scene!? I've seen these streets before...

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Rain beats down on the car as my dads music blasted through the car. A loud crash sounded through my ears, along with a loud white noise. My eyes shot open and saw that the car next to us just got rammed into. I grabbed held my hand to my chest and looked at the woman in the front seat. Her head was bleeding profusely. My dad hurried out of the car and to the woman's aid. I pulled myself out of the car and run to the other persons car. My heart dropped as I saw blue blood spilling out of the androids head. I looked him over and found his identity. Dawson.
Shit.  I pull the android out of the car and check it's wounds. It doesn't feel pain, but it made me concerned anyways.

"You need to wake up." I whisper to the android and lift it up. It's eyes shot open and stared at me with danger writing all over its face.
"Listen, you've just gotten In a car crash. I know who you are, Dawson. You're in my deviant case. The police are coming, you either leave and live, or you stay and her dismantled." I explain to the android and see it grab a bag from the backseat. He got out as well as he could and checked it's surroundings. He turned to me with a smirk before running away with the bag.