Sam’s POV
As I sat and waited for my end to come, I begged the voice inside my head to come back. I always thought the voice was always me-- it sounded like me; and after asking over and over again, the smooth voice came back-- and it was a man’s. I was extremely confused by all of this, but I shrugged it off.
That’s what got you here, Samantha: Ignoring your instincts. Are you going to choose to trust me, or not?
Well, at this point, I’ve really got nothing to lose-- so why not?
Ahah, wise choice indeed. Listen to me, and you won’t die; alright?
Okay, what’s your advice, bigshot?
Stay still and shut up for now. I’m talking about when your little mandroid toy gets here.
Ah, alright; will do.
The man’s voice sounded familiar, but I thought that maybe it was just a default voice.
A few minutes later, I heard the elevator doors open; the sounds of smashing and grunting soon following. I wanted so badly to go out and help, but I knew that was stupid.
I looked through the robots as best as I could, until I finally seen Connor’s hair as he moved closer.
How iconic.
He stopped next to an android about twenty feet away from us, and that’s when Robo-Hitler push Hank and I out into the large aisle
“Hello, Connor!” The fake Connor greeted my Connor as he pressed the gun against my head. “I knew you’d come here.”
“Sam? Hank??”
“You’d pull your hand away if you know what’s best for them.”
As the Connors stared each other down, I yanked myself back, and shoved the bad Connor’s arm away; making sure his gun didn’t go off. As Hank and I struggled to stop Bad-Connor form shooting, Good-Connor came and tackled him; causing Bad-Connor to drop the gun.
Bad-Connor tried as best he could to reach the gun, but Good-Connor prevented him with all of his force.
Grab the gun!! GrAb ThE gUn!
I ran full force toward the weapon, and slid across the floor; kicking Bad-Connor’s arm away as I snatched the gun from the floor. As I was getting ready to stand up, he grabbed my ankle and yanked me to the floor again.
“FUCK!” I cursed before hitting the floor with a loud thud. My breath hitched in my throat, and I tried my best to crawl away; my nose bleeding, and my ankle twisted.
“Samantha!” Connor yelled. He pulled the Bad-Connor away as Hank tended to my wounds. I grabbed onto Hank’s shoulder, and pushed myself up as quickly as I could, then held the gun up in the air-- up to the Connors’ eye level.
Do NOT show weakness or fear. He WILL attack.
“DON’T MOVE!!” I yelled. I squeezed the handle of the gun (not the trigger) out of anger and frustration, then noticed the tips of my fingers on my right hand turning white; slowly revealing the plastic underneath.
Shit!
I know you’re angry-- stop squeezing. It won’t help the situation.
I quietly groaned to myself, and relaxed my hands; watching as the skin crawled back.
“A-Ask us a question! A question only the real Connor would know!!” The Connor on the left said.
I was ninety-nine percent sure he was my Connor-- just by looking at the way he held himself-- but I didn’t want to start making assumptions.
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