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 ————
Talia After all these years you'd think I would have gotten use to the constant nagging of my father, but no. For some reason every time he says something bad about me, it does nothing but bring me down. Fuck this shit. I felt a presence next to me as I sat on a bench in the park. I turn to see a being I've seen before. Dawson. "Hello." I say, a little shocked at the sudden appearance. He nods and clasps his hands together. "I do not mean this in a bad way, but why are you still here? Why do you stay in the same area and not escape from the madness?" The android looks to me with a smirk before looking back to the crowd of joggers passing by us.
"Hope." He responded. I raised one eyebrow in confusion and leaned over and placed my elbows on my knees.
"Hope?" I inquired and attempted to stare into the androids eyes. He nods once more and stands from the bench. He hums a tune that I have heard before... The one I was singing when I was taking Sumo on a walk that one morning! He turns and walks away, still humming the tune I love. Why am I not turning this deviant in? ————— I walked back into the station to see the sticky note with the foreign language missing. "Where?" I looked over my shoulder as a figure stood behind me. When I turned around I saw Gavin hovering over me with a blue sticky note in his hands. It seems as my dad had gone home as well. "Gavin..." I trailed off as fear overtook my body. He would never do anything bad to me, mostly because he is a officer in duty at the moment...
"Natalia... You know what really makes my blood boil?" He asked as he held his occupied hand by his head. I kept my eyes on the note in his hand, never looking down to his eyes. "That you made me do all this shit to get you a paper you are never going to use." He held another folded piece of paper out from his pocket. My eyes wondered to his other hand and noticed immediately what was on that paper. I trusted him with the knowledge of what I intended to do with that paper, I didn't even explain to my father.
"Gavin, I didn't mean to piss you off! I was simply trying to-"
"Use me? That's what it seems like anyway!" He closed his hands and switched around the papers. "Now, pick your hand wisely. Chose the blue paper and find out a very important factor in your cases, or choose the paper that will help your boy toy!" I glared into Gavin's soul with evilness. I was going to have to be taught by Elijah how to persuade people more easily. I stood straight and griped the handle on my gun. He eyed my hand and chuckled deeply. "Talia, I'm not here to play your games. Now, take a fucking paper." He demanded. I felt another presence enter he building somehow, and drew my gun to Gavin's head. I stuck out my hand and ordered him to place the papers in my hand. Gavin laughed again, but louder this time. It was as if he was not afraid to die. I undid the safety and saw his eyes widen.
"Give me the fucking papers, Reed!" I demanded again and pushed the gun into his head again. He shook his head and somehow knocked the gun out of my hand with his own free one. I watched as he shoved both oh his papers in his pockets and grab my arm. I went to punch him, but he grabbed that hand as well. I sweep my leg under him and throw him to the ground. He grabs my gun and aims it at me with a smirk. I kicked him, without thinking, in the head and heard the gun fire. I didn't feel pain, so I think it missed me. He laughed and stood up from the ground. What the fuck is happening? How did this escalate so quickly. He pushed me against the table and stared me straight in my dark green eyes. I stared back and felt his hand digging into my skin, an instant burning sensation taking over. I looked to his hand and saw his was digging into a bullet hole in my arm. My eyes widen and I swore my heart stopped for a second. I screamed in pain and hit Gavin in the head with mine, and kicked him in the groin. He falls to the ground, holding his groin in pain. I cried out in anger as I kicked him to the floor.
"You bitch!" He yelled at me. I covered my ears at his loud shouting and shoved paper on the ground into his mouth to keep him quiet. I grabbed handcuffs, that were ironically on my dads desk, and put them around Gavin's wrist and the other cuff to a desk that had one metal leg, but the rest was built into the ground. I leaned into the table and grabbed my hair with anger. I don't deal well with anger if you couldn't already tell. I heard loud footsteps, they were even and steady, but had great force in each step. I looked up as a hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked up to see Elijah's face next to mine. He turned to Gavin with a pissed off face to say the least. It seemed as if he wanted to kill him. I held him back though. I crawl to Gavin's side and sit next to him, being very cautious.
"Things didn't have to go this way Gavin. But you had decided to be a dick and I wasn't gonna stand it. Look at me now! I have a fucking bullet wound in my ARM!" I pointed to the wound and saw him roll his eyes. I reached into his pockets and saw his eyes widen. I grabbed he papers and grabbed onto Elijah as he helped me off the ground. I cried in pain as we exited out the office doors. Where was everyone else that was supposed to be in that fucking building? I pull out my phone and immediately called my father. He was possibly sleeping, but I couldn't care less.
"I was starting to worry. You hadn't called me to pick you up." He pulled off his coat and wrapped it around my wound. I sighed and nodded not wanting to speak.
"Talia?" My dad answers the phone with a voice of a drunk. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to speak.
"Dad, I got shot." I could hear rustling in the background and keys jingling.
"Where are you?" He asked with desperation. I looked around me and blinked a few times to see my full surroundings.
"By... Um but the motel." I heard his car start and his sighing. "Dad, you're drunk." He groaned in annoyance and hung up the phone. Elijah looked down to me with worry.
"You seem to get into a lot of trouble lately." He scolded me. I wasn't going to stand Elijah scolding ME right now.
"Maybe I like the mischief." I gave him an evil smirk. He shook his head and looked around us as Hank's car pulled over to the side of the road. He stumbled out of the car and to my aid. "Call the fucking ambulance." I gave my dad a angry look. He looked at me as if I was stupid or something. I was totally idiotic to be even more precise. Loud sirens filled the air as a truck parked next to us.
