Blue Lovers | Connor | Detroit Become Human

04. Col1ecting Evidenc3

I let out a deep breath, staring at the spot where Connor just stood.

I'm not my father. We might share the same surname, but that doesn't make me a killer. I'm starting to realise, however, that might not matter to the androids. They're only going to see me as an extension of him.

I need to escape tonight, under the cover of darkness. Whoever Connor is taking me to might just tear me apart on sight- if Connor or another android doesn't get there first.

Would Connor do that to me? To any human? Yes he's deviant, but that doesn't necessarily translate to evil. He did take the time to change my bloodstained clothes and find me a comfortable bed...

"He's also holding you against your will Clara," I say out-loud to myself. 

I think of the ruthless look he had in his eyes last night when he burst into my bedroom after subduing all of my guards.



I decide Connor might just be capable of anything.

I hear footsteps approaching the door and climb back onto the bed.

Connor kicks the door open, holding a tray. It has on it: a plate holding some toast and jam, a large jug of water, and a cup.



"This is all I could find," He states emotionlessly.

I accept the tray. "Thank you."

He leaves, not bothering to close to door, and returns a few seconds later with a pile of clothes. He sets them down next to me.

Connor gives me a long look. "I need to make a few phone calls. Don't try anything."

I examine the toast before biting into it.

"Like escaping? That doesn't sound like something I'd want to do."

"You're teasing me."

"I am."

He turns away and heads out of the room, but not before saying "You've got jam on your nose."

I hear a lock click.

I spend the next few hours analysing every inch of the bedroom and the adjoining ensuite, but to no avail. Getting out of here is going to be no easy job. The best escape route I've got is the window, and that would involve making a lot of noise and possibly breaking a leg.

I wipe my clammy hands on my nightdress, angry tears welling up in my eyes. With Connor still gone, I decide to freshen up to compose myself.

I need to be thinking straight.

By the time Connor returns, I've washed and changed into some of the clothes he brought me. I'm wearing a simple blouse and a pair of jeans. I don't know where he got them from but they fit perfectly.

Connor lacks his normal composure when he enters. A few stands of his dark hair have fallen forward onto his face and his shirt is crinkled.

"There's an android on the property. It could be the deviant that murdered the doctor," He rushes. "You stay here. Don't move."

I furrow my eyebrows. "I thought you said you solved that case!"



"I did," He replies, "but I never said the android responsible was caught."

As he shuts the door and locks it, I realise this might be the best opportunity I have to escape.

I wait until I hear his footfalls fade away before dashing into the bathroom. I turn every tap on full, including the shower. Then I dash back into the bedroom and look for a heavy object. I settle on a golden statue of a lady. 

"Here goes nothing," I breathe, before throwing the statue as hard as I can at the window, hoping the sound of running water masks the smash a little bit. 

I duck down as shards of glass fly everywhere. 

Surprisingly, when my feet meet concrete, no limbs are broken. The only injuries I sustain are cuts on my arms from the glass. 

I sprint across the grounds of the mansion towards a mass of trees. I make it to the forestland without being seen, but I don't go much further before I trip over a tree root and go crashing to the floor. 

I land in a pool of something warm and wet. I push myself up and examine the sticky liquid that's coating my body. I feel myself tense up; it's blue blood. 

I look back and see that there's a trail of it leading from the mansion to here. 

A branch suddenly snaps behind me and I open my mouth to scream. The scream, however, never leaves my throat as I'm pushed back against a tree trunk by Connor. He places a finger on my lips and shushes me with a whisper lighter than air. 

The moonlight is accentuating his chiselled facial features, making him appear angelic.

His dark eyes travel down me, seeing all of the blue blood. 

"Stay still," he says softly.

He slowly lowers his head to my neck and my heart races. What is he doing?

His lips brush against my skin before I feel his tongue glide across my neck, wet and a little rough. I gasp. He draws back.

I push his hand away from my mouth.

"What was that?" I stammer.

A ghost of a smile dances across Connor's plump lips. "Collecting evidence."