Blue. [DETRIOT: BECOME HUMAN- CONNOR ]

Five

-Connors POV -
An RK900. He is an upgraded model of myself, but what is he doing? Why kill all these people??

I hold my gun tight in my hands moving the questions aside to focus on the situation at hand.

The room had returned to dead silence. I peered through the gap in between the server blocks. The RK900 stood, back to us, looking down at the dead man. He straightened turning slightly. His eyes where a pale blue tone, unlike my own. With an old gentleness in his step he turned slowly stepping back from the body, making a skeptical face.

What is it? What does he see? I race through my memory, searching every gigabyte for information on a upgraded model. Cyberlife never told me anything, why would they-Wait. There was something... Just a sentence or two of a overheard conversation.-It was just a comment by an engineer a long time ago at Cyberlife tower.. something about adding heat sensors to androids after they got the tech small enough- If they did, that means...- He can see Hank.

The second the thought came into my mind the RK900 drew his gun aiming straight at my partner.

"Hank!!!" I shout lunging to him as I hear the gun fire. I pushed us out of the way as the bullet shreds through my upper shoulder. We both begin to run taking cover behind another tower.

"Jesus! Connor! You alright!" The lieutenant eyes me in destress.

"I'm fine! He can see you." I say, as we duck, another shot ricocheting over our heads. "He has heat censors." I say firing my gun from around the corner- I can't get a clear shot.

"What the hell is that thing!" Hank yelled firing back at the RK900.

"It's an upgraded Connor model!" I answer leaning out from cover to get on angle on the android. I see his white jacket and smug face as he walks in our direction; gun pointing right at me.

I duck back behind cover, as a bullet blasts the wall by my head.

"What the fuck does it want!" Hank questioned, firing a clear shot. The bullet didn't seem to injure the RK900, and the android kept walking forward.

"I'm only after you, deviant!" The RK900 yelled, "Show yourself and the human doesn't have to die!"

I take a second, leaning against the server block, holding my gun tight in my grip. "It's only after me.."

Hank shot me a glance, "Whatever you're thinking Connor, Don't!!!-"

I didn't listen to him as I leaped out from behind the barrier, firing two shots at the killer; He fires as well. One bullet of mine penetrates through his shoulder and the other does no damage.- How? I'm sure I hit him! His shot rips through my side.- Biocomponent #8067k damaged.

"CONNOR!!" Hank shouts

"I'm fine! -Get out of here!" I yell, running at the RK900 full speed.

The RK900 fires an array of bullets, but I quickly dodge his blasts ducking left and right as I run. Near him now I jump up throwing my whole body into a knockout level punch; Right before my fist impacts his face I hear his gun click- empty.

He stubbles slightly from my blow-not as much as I thought he would. He grabs my outstretched arm bringing down the handle of his gun on my upper arm, and I feel my support hinges start to break slightly in my shoulder.-He is much stronger than aspected. Now, I aim the gun in my other hand. He sees it and in a second he grabs the barrel of my gun throwing it to the floor right as I fire- It slides on the slick tiles and lands a few feet away.

I knee him in the torso knocking him back a step, and I dive for the gun. With a quick step the RK900 kicks it and the weapon slides all the way across the room. We glance at each other then he runs for the gun. I grab his leg and pull him down, he hits the ground with a thud and kicks my face repeatedly trying to free himself from my grasp.

I feel my hands digging into his metal skin. He reaches down ripping my hands from his leg and putting his arms around my neck. He tightens his grip and I elbow his side repeatedly in a struggle, then I get my footing; with one heave I throw myself back into him, slamming him into the floor and loosening his grip enough to get free.

I pull myself to my feet in a solid dash for the gun, it is almost in my grasp but then RK900 tackles me from behind, pinning me to the ground his knee on my back. He reaches for the gun. I grab his arm, trying to pull him down with me. His other arm lifts me up wrapping around to my front side, digging his nails into my skin, prying open my chest compartment exposing my insides. Letting go of his arm I claw at him with both hands, trying to pull his fingers away before he rips out my biocomponents. I yank his hands away slamming shut the compartment, and spinning back around toward the gun.

He scoops up the gun and shoots in the matter of a second. The bullet tears through my chest- Biocomponent #6970 critically damaged.

I hear Hank shouting from across the room, and the RK900 aims it's next shot.

I throw myself at the android grabbing at the gun. I pin his arm down to the ground prying the gun from his grasp. I aim it and fire a few bullets at his chest it dents his skin but doesn't penetrate. He jumps on me, knocking me down from my knees. He holds me down with his legs anchoring  one of my arms underneath me. I try to shoot him with my free hand, but he has my arm so the barrel is pointed at the ceiling. I tightened a death grip upon the gun- I can't let him have it. With both his hands he grabs the gun and attempts to worm it out of my grasp, but my grip is strong, I try to point the gun down hoping to get a shot. With a sharp motion, the RK900 snaps my wrist, and it nearly rips clean off, the broken parts shooting out sparks as blue blood pouring down my arm.

I flinch as the next bullet tears through my torso. - Biocomponent #8456w critically damaged- shut down imminent.

Hank suddenly tackles the RK900 lifting the android off me and slamming him into the ground.

The gun slips from the androids grasp and slides along the floor. It lands a few feet from me.

I see it; my visual processors begin to overheat leaving my vision blurred and discolored at the sides.

I attempt to stand; I lift my torso slowly with my broken hand, I try to get my legs underneath me, but they fail to move.- Thirium levels to low, motor skills compromised.

I hear the fight between the RK900 and my partner, and I know he can't win on his own. I drag myself along the ground, pulling myself closer to the gun. My hand is 6 inches from the weapon when the RK900 slams Hank into the wall and the lieutenant falls limp to the floor. My only working fingers grasp at the handle of the gun, but my hand is then stepped on by the RK900's boot. I look up at him, and my eyes meet his stern face gazing down at me without mercy.

"L-listen. You're m-making a mistake." I plead, my voice sounding deep and mechanical as my systems go critical, about to give out.- Shut down imminent: 20 seconds.

Rk900 only chuckles taking the gun from my hand.

I look in his blue eyes in the hope to see, some glimmer of..something, any form of life in them, but they were empty and soulless. I realize now, those eyes may be the last thing I see.

"I'm no deviant." He said aiming at my head.

I close my eyes, then he fired, the gunshot ringing through the tower,
the bullet tearing through my head.

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Authors Note!: Well. That was crazy. Don't worry the story does continue! You just gotta get some good drama in there you know!!
Anyway! I hope you enjoy, it was a difficult scene to write! More chapters on the way! -Don't forget to vote and comment!! See ya! Byye!