one of my features (DBH connor x mute!reader)

One: Attack

"You know, You say you're the one that's unfortunate, but you don't realize how lucky you still are, (name)," Brent suddenly said, his head turned towards the female sitting at the desk next to him, but his eyes remained glued to the grey tile floor

"What do you mean?" (Name) signed, looking away from her computer and turned around her office swivel chair around to face him.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke,

" You're still a human, people don't treat you like a slave, or protest against your very existence. People actually care for your well being, they don't throw you out when you're not useful to them anymore" he finished, his voice gradually trailing off at the end, his eyes filling with blue thirium tears.

(Name) raised her hands to sign, but dropped them in her lap instead. How could she respond to her android friend, knowing that, even in this day of age, his grim statement was true.

"Even now, with androids having equal rights, most humans still haven't changed"
She just nodded, as Brent slowly pulled her body into a hug

"I wish they would understand, like you do (name)"
She hugged her coworker back
"Me too, Brent"

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Hot flames and grey smoke surrounded the air of Stratford tower. The hellish heat and fire slowly made their way from the thirteenth floor down to the lobby, destroying everything in its path.
The very building was fastly crumbling before (name)s very eyes.

a stampede of people and androids quickly formed as soon as the initial explosion was heard, everyone ran, pushed, and shoved anyone in their way to get to the nearest exit they could get to. No elevators were working, everyone had to run and hope they would get out without incident.

(Name) quickly ran down the maintenance stairwell following behind a crowd of fifty of more workers. They all started sprinting to any door they could find as soon as they got down, including (name).

Everyone screamed at any slightest move the building made. Everyone except the mute (name), who just sprinted to the emergency exit, without making a single noise.

The fresh air sent a calming wave of relief down (name)s spine,
as she ran out of the smoky building that once was her workplace. She was lucky enough to get out of the tower without many injuries, other than a few bruises and cuts from being near trampled in the stampedes.

She then ran from the building into the parking lot, trying to find anyone she shared a floor with. However after a few moments, her lungs started to feel  like they weighed a thousand pounds. she slowed her pace, and collapsed in the cement parking lot, coughing uncontrollably, desperately trying to rid herself of the ever increasing smoke in her lungs.

She couldn't hear anything over the sirens of the fire trucks and ambulances that seemingly drowned out the shouts and screams of people in the parking lot, and the ash and smoke starting to escape Stratford tower  only made (name)s nerves worsen and cough increase

After a few moments of heaving, she was approached by an android paramedic holding a oxygen tank
"Excuse me miss, are you okay?" He asked

She rolled over and brought up her hands
"A little out of breath" you signed
The android immediately understood what she was signing as if she was speaking.

"Of course" he said, bringing the oxygen mask to her face

She smiled, ever since an accident at age six left her mute, she was always friends with androids because they were the only ones that read sign language fluently. They never treated her less because of her condition, they made her feel...safe in a way

After she had a few breaths of oxygen, an older looking man approached her, bringing out his shiny police badge.

"Miss (full name), I'm lieutenant hank Anderson, I need to ask you a few questions on what happened here today. we believe the attacker works on the twelfth floor with you, so there's a chance you might know him, Do you mind?"

"Not at all" she signed

The lieutenant watched as (name)s hand signed with confused eyes.  Yeah, she could already tell that the officer didn't know sign language.

"Um I'm sorry, I uh..don't know any sign language," he scratched the back of his head in thought, "um can you come and meet me somewhere tomorrow, I know someone who could translate for you if you'd like"

You started to sign, but nodded instead.

She gave the lieutenant her phone number and bid him goodbye, 'this is gonna be... something' she thought.