Blue As Heaven

Chapter 5

"So... What now?" Gavin lowered his arm and looked at North. "What are you gonna do now, brainwash me and force me to be an assassin?" he chuckled a little over his own joke, but it sounded shallow and weak.
"no. I will do some tests, you will probably need thirium to live from now on. I want to know if you have feelings in your arm, if you can use the full mechanical strength and its full potential. After that... I will allow you to go home. But don't try to find me, you won't."
"you will let me go home?" Gavin looked at her, his broken voice shivering a little with hope.
"of course. I'm not a killer. All the humans who died, I didn't kill them on purpose. They just didn't survive the transplantation... Or died of the poisonous effect that thirium normally has on humans. Strangely... You don't really seem affected by it. Like... Not at all. "
"Well... It seems I have survived worse. I know I did. You said you knew how much it hurts to have your life taken away by the ones you love. I know it too. I've experienced it, I've had my whole life taken apart and Noone cared. I would have loved to cut someone up too, to let out my anger somehow. Some way to just let it all out... But I didn't have a way. Instead I gave the fault to myself, told myself that all of this was my fault, and... After I've been through hell I myself lived off it. If you knew... If you only knew how many nights I drank too much hoping it would be just enough to put me out of my misery. I doubt there's any drug that I'm not already immune to... And honestly I hate it. I wish there was something that still... Made me feel something."
Gavin almost yelled at her, quiet sobs between his words. Her calm way of talking triggered something deep within him, he just wanted to show that he was alive, more that his mechanical parts are. He wasn't a machine, he was able to feel, cry, he had a past, a lot that he had been through, and all of this made him who he is, it wasn't just some coincidence that he was immune to poisons of all kind. It was pain and his past to make this happen... And he'd be damned if he wouldn't have been proud of this, in some wicked way.
"well... Then all of this is paying off now, if you'd have lived healthy youd be dead by now. That's kind of ironic, I think"
She seemed unaffected by his yelling and crying. "if you would let me see your arm now, please, I have some tests to make."

Over all the time he sat in the back of the car, Nines was quiet. For the first few minutes he had tried to free himself from the handcuffs, as they were closed uncomfortably tight around his wrists.
The policeman who arrested him obviously didn't seem to like androids. Also, he probably wasn't too happy about one of his suspects, Connor, escaping. Nines hoped for Connor to be safe, and if he was religious, he would have prayed for sure. He hoped that his brother would manage to find Gavin and bring him home, and hopefully it wouldn't already be too late. If it were... He didn't even want to imagine.
Stop. Back to his own problems. How would he manage to get out of this? Once he got to Cyberlife, it would be too late, they would deactivate and disassemble him. "I'm the best model so far... How come I can't think of anything then..." his led turned red, and he himself noticed that he was panicking when he quietly whispered encouragements to himself to think of something. It was risky, but maybe... Maybe it would work. He had to suppress a smile when he felt a lighter in his pocket. He had been carrying it to light gavins cigarettes - which he did often also get put out onto his arm. But it wasn't important right now, at this moment, it was more important that he got out of the car. In an instant. The handcuffs cut into his artificial skin when he pushed the button of the lighter. The flame touched his finger and for a moment he could have sworn that it had hurt- didn't Connor say only deviants were able to feel pain?
Nines held onto it anyways, and pushed the enlightened lighter into the seat. It didn't burn, but it smoked. Heavily. Soon the policeman pulled over and stopped to get out and breathe. Nines waited, for just a moment, then kicked open the door. Fortunately for him, it hit the policeman into the stomach, making him unable to move for long enough that he could kick again. And again. And again. His vision went blank, this man tried to keep him away from Gavin. He didn't want this. He wanted to be with him. He needed it, almost as much as humans needed air to breathe.
Nines only was shaken back to reality when he felt a warm splatter on his cheek. He had no knowledge of how long he had been kicking the man that already lied on the ground- only unconscious, luckily- but it was enough for him to be full of blood. The warm splatter that had hit his cheek was blood... And to be honest with himself, Nines felt sorry for it. He didn't want to hurt him, did he? All he wanted was to go back, not hurt or even kill anyone, just return... See Gavin again.
He managed to find the keys to the handcuffs on the mans unconscious body, freed himself, and put him in the back of the car. Maybe he would take him to a hospital, at least he would check in on his vitals once in a while. He felt guilty, but he wouldn't risk being caught or seen. At last, it could keep him away from Gavin if he got in trouble... And that was the last thing he wanted. After clearing 6he car from the smoke, he got in on the driver's side and started driving home. Home, that was the police department. Home was where ever he felt comfortable, and he felt comfortable around the ones he loved. Specifically his favorite Detective of them all... And how he wished for him to be there when he came back.