Singularity

Archive Log: 40

It was tight, and it was uncomfortable, sitting here in the darkened alcove; peering out as if wishing to catch a glance of someone. Onora wanted to see Walter come walking out of the room, she didn't know what was happening and the not knowing was driving her somewhat mad. It was more than clear that David, much like his other model counterparts, had gone well and truly off the deep end. She had seen what had been done to Elizabeth, and the remembrance of the poor preserved doctor had Onora shuddering. She readjusted the hold she had on her gun, for safety's sake, and shook her head. If David could do that to someone he was supposedly programmed to look after, then what the hell was he able to do to the rest of them?
Unlike David, Walter was very much able to look after them. He had done, all that time when they were sleeping, he alone walked those lonely corridors and kept check over everything, and everyone. Walter was one of a kind, and even if he didn't think himself unique, he was. He really, really was. Loyalty went far, and Walter was treated fairly and kindly by everyone. It was clear that David wasn't by his crew because of how he acted. There was something too over familiar with him, as if he knew someone for years. When really, he hadn't a clue.
Simply put: David scared her. The ability to be too human, and too presumptuous was too much to handle really. He was terrifying, in the most human of ways despite not being human at all. Onora inhaled slowly and quietly, her thoughts were running around in circles. What was the point of her sitting here in the dark worrying? It was going to do nothing for her. All it was doing was making her heart rate spike, she could feel it. She could hear it even, her heart beating heavily and loudly in her ears. She felt nervous, lightheaded even, but she wasn't sure where these feelings were coming from. Something just didn't feel right, and for the life of her, she couldn't pin down why.
Well, not withstanding this whole scenario, this whole mission just wasn't right. But this moment right here? She appreciated what Walter was intending to do, he wanted to keep her safe, but at the risk of his own safety? Sure, he could take damage, had taken damage and was still going, but even still...she couldn't help but feel further more unsettled than she was when she first parted ways from him.
She risked peering out, looking each way in the corridor, she frowned. All was silent, despite being across from the room, she couldn't hear anything going on. She couldn't hear their voices, so polar opposite to each other; one soothing and calm, despite being somewhat blunt at times, and the other condescending and sarcastic, totally not calming. Her ears perked up hearing a noise, she ducked back into the alcove and hunkered down. She knew she couldn't be seen from the outside, she was fully shrouded in shadows. But she leaned back against the wall, holding her gun to her chest as she watched the filmy material of the door get pushed aside.
Unfortunately for her, it wasn't the synthetic she wanted to see. It was David. Walter was not in sight and her heart rate spiked again. She could feel herself starting to panic. Where was Walter? If David was able to do what he did to Elizabeth, what could he also do to his brother? The thought caused her to swallow thickly. She felt sick. Undeniably, undoubtedly sick. Her head was swimming and she had to shut her eyes and counted quietly in her head until the feeling passed.
Only, when she opened her eyes, she did not expect to feel her spine lock, her eyes to widen and her breath leave her completely. David. He stood, bracing his arms either side of the exit, looking in. He smiled at her, a rather condescending thing, much like the most of his characteristic traits. Onora felt like she was going to faint. This was how a mouse must feel when trapped in a corner, staring up at the cat which was undoubtedly going to pounce. It was just the matter of when.
David made a tutting noise when Onora slowly lowered the gun, pointing it at him. A firm frown on her face as her finger coiled around the trigger. He was displeased, but not overly shocked by her doing this. If anything, he seemed utterly bored by the prospect of being shot. Possibly because it wasn't likely to end his life. He seemed harder to get rid of than the plague of medieval times. Alone, Onora wasn't an idiot, she didn't stand much of a chance here. She still didn't know what he did to Walter, and if a synthetic got taken down - not a thought she wanted to have - then what hope did she have?
"He kept you a bit too close, I'm afraid." David spoke, Onora blinked confusedly. David smiled and tapped his head. "If I wanted to keep someone close, where would I hide them? It wasn't wholly creative, putting you in here. Likewise, surely he knew I would find you? I can see you, quite clearly." David said, hands still braced against the wall as he leaned in slightly, smiling all the while. He knew he had her stuck here. There was only one way out, and he was blocking it. He could drag this moment out, before striking. Or he could just rip her out and do whatever he wanted.
"How?"
David raised an eyebrow and pointed at his eyes. "My eyes work quite well, thank you." Although she wasn't sure why he was thanking her. But Onora got it, she understood. His eyes, everything about him, was enhanced to the point of it being slightly superhuman. Of course he could see in the dark, she thought she was hidden in shadow. But to David, she might as well just be out in the corridor, casual as anything. Because that's probably how he saw her. Clear as day, terrified and shaking against the wall. Pathetic in a way, Onora couldn't lie. But how else would anyone else act when caged in? "Would you like to come out? You don't look at all comfortable in there."
"If it's okay with you, I'd rather not."
David raised an eyebrow, he rolled his eyes almost bored. "If I wanted you out, Onora, I could make you." He stated, his tone low as his eyes just looked sidelong at her as he turned his head. He frowned, seemingly becoming lost on something happening elsewhere before flicking his eyes back to her. "Fine. Stay. See if I care." He shrugged, quite casually making it known he couldn't care less either way what she did. He was going to go off and do his own thing, regardless of her.
Onora continued to hold the gun, pointing it at him as she watched him sigh and move. He just turned and stalked away. Onora blinked, truly confused. Was that it? Of course it wasn't. Everything about David made it seem like it would be a struggle. That something more was going to happen. Yet she sat, silent and still regardless of him knowing she was there. She couldn't hear anything. Likewise she couldn't exactly see anything, other than the room opposite. Still no sign of Walter, and it was driving her mad.
She needed to know. She needed to know what had happened to him. It was this driving force which caused her to shift, she threw her pack out. It landed with a heavy thud on the floor, even skidding a little before she uncurled her legs. They had almost gone to sleep, yet she stuck one leg out, then the other. She kept her gun handy, not trusting anything anymore. She sat on the lip of the alcove and inhaled heavily.
"See, it would've just been easier if you came out earlier." A voice said from the side. She just sat motionless, yet she slowly managed to turn her head. David leaned against the wall, smiling at her. "Instead, no." He shook his head sadly, Onora couldn't move fast enough. David moved quickly from the wall, his hand grasping the gun and yanking it. It practically got ripped out of her hand, yet the momentum from him pulling fully pulled her out the alcove. She staggered, unable to fully put her feet under herself. Taking her moment of being startled to hand, David's other hand reached up and grabbed the back of her neck. He pinched on tightly and she felt everything constrict, her shoulders bunched up in defence and her hands reached behind herself as her legs continued to feel wobbly. "You're looking for my brother, I take it?" Onora's eyes looked up at him, David pouted. "Fine, look," he walked steadily forwards, practically dragging her with him. She let out pained noises, which he shushed quietly. David dropped the gun halfway towards his room, pushing the material aside, he dramatically waved a hand in Walter's direction. "Behold, there he is." David glanced at Walter's back, the man was still hunched on the ground, practically folded in on himself. David sighed, "It's a shame really, I expected so much more."
"Does it hurt being so condescending?" Onora asked, her hands still gripping onto his wrist as she looked painfully away from Walter. She wanted nothing more than to run to him, to check on him, even say his name. But considering David had her by the neck, maybe saying his name wasn't wise. But then again, maybe making wise cracks was even less wise. The one thing she didn't expect was for a wide smile to appear on David's face as he looked down at her. Onora just frowned uncertainly, somehow him being at ease didn't put her at ease, there was a shock.
"Having foresight and being smart enough to be ahead of everyone else, isn't being condescending." David corrected, backtracking and pulling her with him. He watched with a blank expression as she let go of his arm to try and reach out for the filmy doorway. "He isn't coming back." He said bluntly, Onora almost tripped as he pulled her harshly. There was definitely going to be deep finger marks on her skin, maybe even bruises thanks to David's grip. "Shall we find where everyone else is? I heard screaming earlier, so I presume something is happening. Who do you think it was? What are the names of the two men on your team?"
Onora frowned, "Three...there's three..." They were only down two men, Hallett and Ledward.
David pulled an innocently pained face. "Oh, no. Sorry, your Captain has gone. Shook this mortal coil, and all that." He rolled his spare hand nonchalantly, almost bored again as he broke this to her.
Onora's eyes widened considerably at that. "Oram is dead?"
David frowned, "I thought you were quicker than that. Yes." He looked her up and down, something must've interested his brother, where she was involved. Perhaps it wasn't her intelligence, or her mind. He raised an eyebrow, she wasn't bad looking, for a human. Blonde hair, escaping a tie now. Medium height, medium size, she just seemed normal. Boring and normal. But then there must've been something about her for Walter to become attached. He wanted to know what.
"How?"
David's eyes lit up at that, "Ah! Well, he had an accident."
"Which you caused?"
"You pain me so, Onora." David placed his hand to his heart, pulling her through a doorway and listening to her stumble. He smirked slightly, yet continued onwards. He didn't seem to care all too much that he was hurting her. Tilting his head, he seemed to listen to something which Onora couldn't hear. She looked around too, but with a more strained expression. David slowly blinked and then frowned, "Don't do that with your face. It looks weird." He commented, Onora looked confused, David rolled his eyes and marched onwards.
"Can you maybe let me go?"
"No."
"Can you at least stop holding me by my neck?"
David paused, he smiled at her. "How about this, I shall hold your arm instead?" He let go and then clamped his hand on her arm. Onora visibly winced, he did not hold back on the strength. "That way, when you run, and you will no doubt try, I can break your arm in the process." He continued to smile. "That's if you even get free, if not, I'll still be holding your arm. Only the bone will be broken, maybe even dislocated."
Onora paled, she was biting her tongue, his hand really hurt already. His words did little to ease her. How could she be at ease throughout this whole moment? She was essentially a hostage. Although frowning, she nodded slowly. That seemed to appease David as he continued on, actually finding holding her by the arm easier to deal with. She walked better and didn't stumble so much. Onora just stayed silent, she didn't want to talk to him. But she continued being dragged, she was thinking.
On her belt was a sheath, in this sheath was a knife. Only a small thing, designed for cutting minor things, not a machete. It was hidden under her coat, she really didn't think David knew it was there. If she could, she could find the right time and get it. Already she was slowly placing her hand against her side, making it look like she was putting her hand in her pocket. David didn't even notice the movement, he was too busy staring ahead, not blinking and determined to get to wherever they were going. He had a destination in mind, as long as he was distracted, Onora didn't care. It just gave her more time to slip her hand under her coat hem and feel the cold leather of the sheath against her otherwise clammy hand.
Stopping at a set of stairs, David looked at her. Onora just looked at him, taking the stairs slowly, the two managed to make their way down. Onora was confused, yet soon spotted a familiar dark haired woman, "You say anything, it won't just be your arm." David whispered into her ear before straightening up. Onora stared at him and then at Daniels, David raised an eyebrow as if taunting her to even try.
She kept her mouth shut, her hand gripped onto the knife handle. The cold material of it cooling her palm down. She felt David's hand slowly start to retract as he seemed lost in watching Daniels. There was something about whatever she was looking at, that truly caught his utmost attention. Onora pulled the knife out and kept it by her side, by now David's fingers had slipped away from her arm completely, she gripped tighter onto the weapon before moving quickly. David didn't register it, thinking threatening her would do that job. But no, Onora stabbed the knife through his side, "Daniels, watch out!" She shouted, only to stumble when David pulled the knife from his side and backhand her roughly. She spun on her heels and even stumbled down the rest of the steps before sprawling on the ground.
She could hear Daniels and David speak, she heard a ruckus happening, but her head was spinning and splitting. She pushed herself up onto her hands, then her knees and was soon staring up at the poor woman being pinned to the table with David on top. He looked over at her quickly before smirking. Onora shakily went to stand, only to wince and shout out. She knelt back down, her ankle screamed out to her painfully and by the next time she looked up, David was kissing Daniels.
She was stock still and trying to process what was happening before her hands started hitting at him. David didn't budge. Onora went to stand, intending to charge and push him, only something beat her to it. She looked up shocked, Walter had all but battered David to the side. If that wasn't enough, he then grabbed a hold of him and threw him aside. Onora watched David shuttle and slam against the large bookcases in the room. He slid and fell down with a dull thud.
Helping Daniels off the table, Walter quickly rushed to her. "You have to leave." He said urgently, glancing back at David who was standing himself up slowly.
"But what about you?"
"What about you? You're my priority, I need to make sure you are safe." Walter said, Daniels had already ran up the stairs. She was waiting for Onora clearly.
"I'm not leaving you..."
"Yes. Yes, you are." Walter said, pushing her towards the start of the stairs.
"Walter-" Onora tried to speak, to disagree, yet Walter cut her off by leaning down and kissing her. It was rushed, yes, but the feeling and meaning was there as he kissed her quickly. Walter wasn't prone to emotional blackmail, but Onora looked tearful as she backtracked up the stairs before turning and running too Daniels.
Neither glanced back, but they could hear the brothers fighting. Daniels reassuringly placed a hand on her shoulder and the pair ran off as quickly as they could. Onora couldn't run very fast, thanks to her ankle. But she kept pace quite well, the pair looked almost confused when they noticed another hobbling figure. Lope. Where Cole was, neither knew, but he alone looked like a wreck. No words were spoken as the three of them took off running to the main exit.
Daniels led the way and the other two followed after her, Lope still had his gun at the ready and so did Daniels. Onora felt rather useless, not even having her knife anymore she had nothing to defend herself with if needed. Daniels clicked and tinkered with the beacon and threw it, the flashing light hurting their eyes as they all waited for Tennessee to come and collect them.
"Erm...guys?" Onora said awkwardly, walking forwards to stand in between them. "But...isn't that...?"
"Yeah, yeah it is." Lope said, his voice heavy and shaky as he was in a considerable amount of pain. Onora had no clue what had happened to him, but half his face looked melted. It was rather stomach churning, but she put that aside to get gently shoved behind the older man.
A little way from where they stood, a familiar grey, milky creature had appeared. Slinking and climbing its way over ruined structures and even leaping over charred forms. It was apparently making its way to them, but very slowly. As if it was dragging the moment out. As if it knew it was going to get them, one way or another.
That was unlikely to happen however, because the sudden ripping noise of engines cut through the air. The creature hunkered down warily, yet as soon as they were able to, they all clambered on. Tennessee just turned and watched them, a firm frown on his face as he looked confused. There was only them coming aboard? He didn't know what had happened down here, but that was half their team gone.
Onora stood looking almost hopeful out of the door. Her eyes widened, and she turned to the pilot. "Hold on!" She shouted, Tennessee looked over his shoulder truly bemused until he soon saw someone else jump onto the lander.
Walter straightened up and looked around, "Go." He turned quickly and looked behind himself, just through the closing doorway he could spy a black, sleek figure which had practically chased after him.
"You're okay?" Onora looked him over, a few scratches here and there, but other than that he seemed fine.
Walter gave a thin smile, nodded and turned quickly when they heard Tennessee shouting. "I didn't sign up to watch a monster battle! What the fuck are those things?!" He shouted, pulling at the controls to get them far, far away.
Everyone looked through the front window to see that the two creatures had taken to fighting each other. It was clear to see there was no love lost as they scratched, bit and stabbed at each other. These things weren't allies, they were as much an enemy to each other than they were to themselves. Which worked in their favour, at least. They didn't need to worry about fighting these two things, because they were seemingly taking care of each other. Hoping they would kill each other, was too much to ask for clearly; as even through the dust cloud the lander kicked up, the death of the whiter one was very clear. Long nails clawed into its chest as a small mouth continuously punctured it through the head. That thing wasn't moving anymore. Yet, the black one looked up, sneering almost as they tried to get away. Regardless of them attempting, this thing dropped the corpse of its opponent and leapt.
"Woah! Hold on, we've got company!" The added weight caused the lander to lurch and dip. As if stabilising this thing wasn't hard enough, Tennessee was already struggling, this wasn't making it any easier.
Daniels stumbled closer to Tennessee to have a proper look. She had a grim expression on her face, seeing what the pilot did and not liking it at all. The screen which showed the underneath of the lander clearly showed this thing crawling with ease. Gravity didn't seem to abide to this thing as it scampered about, seemingly quite at home with this situation. Onora stayed next to Lope, the poor man had sunken to the floor. He was of very little help as Daniels went charging off with a weapon in hand. She seemed determined in this task, and Onora knew her ability to shoot was probably going to be worse than hers. So she stayed near Lope, even though he was moaning and groaning about something.
Even Walter had to stop helping Daniels to lean down and look him over. His face blank as he frowned gently, the lurching and rocking of the lander caused everyone to seemingly struggle. Yet Walter seemed rather steadfast here, even though Daniels was outside tethered and making the rocking a little worse. She couldn't help it, she was trying to take out this thing. Because they couldn't take back with them.
"I've got eyes on it. It's right fucking in front of me." Tennessee said, his voice wavering a little as the thing Daniels was hunting for her climbed up. Its hands gripped on as its lips parted and short, sharp teeth were clenched as it looked downwards in at the pilot. As if that wasn't bad enough, the thing started to head butt the glass. It just kept going as if it didn't feel pain, as if the fracturing glass didn't deter it at all. It wanted in, and it was going to find a way to do so.
An axe and the sounds of the winch kicking into life were, those in the lander only managed to catch snippets of what Daniels was doing thanks to the cameras all around the vehicle. Somehow she fell, the creature had got caught in the claws of the crane and Daniels had to hide herself behind her sleeves when its blood sprayed out as it got crushed.
Having Lope start groaning again, Walter all but ripped the patch from Lope's cheek. He wasn't all too caring or kind about it as he frowned. The wound was raw, melted skin and he imagined very painful. "How is it?" Lope asked, he was becoming breathless trying to contain how much pain he was actually in.
"It's fine." Walter said, blunt as ever while taking to finding a medical kit and replacing the patch. "Keep an eye on him," he looked to Onora who was just literally standing around. She nodded and watched Walter leave to collect Daniels from the deck and bring her back in.
She sighed and looked back at Lope, "We'll get you sorted once back on the Covenant." Onora said, trying to be reassuring as she heard the door shut and Daniels came in with Walter.
The rest of the journey was silent, even when entering the main ship, it was still silent. It was an unspoken thing, it seemed. Not to talk about what had happened, the wounds were still fresh there and it was all too much to truly register.
Lope got taken to the med-bay, he needed looking after above all others. Everyone else sort of...drifted apart. Mainly to go and lay in their rooms, silent and relaxing, or trying to. Onora was laying on her back in her room, she had roughly bandaged her ankle up, she had changed into simple climate control leggings and a black vest. She felt out of sorts. Hearing a knock, she looked to the door. "Hello?" The door opened and Walter ducked his head in, "How are you feeling?"
"I am well, you?" He asked, polite as ever as he walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. Onora looked over him, his scratches and that had been stapled shut. She narrowed her eyes slowly, she smiled but nodded. There was something not quite right. "Are you sure? You don't seem certain." Walter smiled, fidgeting a little on the bed to rest a leg over the other and lean against his hand.
"Just tired, in shock, I guess? You know how it is, being hurt and having to recover." Onora said, pushing herself up and sitting and looking at him with a small smile. "Feeling a bit fragile."
"But you're safe now. Nothing will hurt you here."
"Of course not, because you're here, right?"
Walter nodded, a small smile on his face. "Of course."
Onora looked towards the window, she licked her bottom lip and pulled her knees to her chest. She rested her head against them and shut her eyes. Everyone who was anyone knew that the Walter model could heal. It was one of the main new features, that no matter what was thrown at him, he'd heal. He couldn't regenerate limbs, like his hand, but cuts and that? Yes. So, keeping that in mind. Keeping in mind David had done something to Walter, to shut him down temporarily; he healed, so why, why did he need the simplest of cuts stapled? There was an easy answer: this wasn't Walter. And the thought of that made Onora's skin crawl. A deep set sadness was flooding through her and she shut her eyes. Something she had learned about David, was that he was very astute.
Onora lifted her head and looked back at Walter. There was little things, actually. Now that she really looked. Walter, the Walter she knew, didn't smile as often as this one did. This synthetic was clearly doing a very good façade but now that it was here, it was trying not to laugh at a private joke. Walter was blunt, but how he dealt with Lope was a new level. He had never been like that, not before. There were lots of little things, that just weren't adding up.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I think I hit my head earlier."
Walter blinked and moved forwards. Onora sat still, natural even, she didn't flinch as his hand pressed against her head. He seemed to be checking her over for any bumps or scrapes. "Do you have a headache? Dizzy? Seeing double?"
There was something about the last part which caused Onora to shake her head slowly. It was a pun. An awful one, in awful taste. "I might go see how everyone else is."
Walter blinked, Onora wasn't sure why she was still registering him as Walter. Habit? Looked like him, wore his clothes, had his voice. David had his voice. It was like further insult to injury. He had done something to Walter, Onora's heart was breaking into thousands of shards. The last moment they had was a rushed kiss full of feelings and he was trying to protect her from his brother. From this brother.
Onora stood and looked up when Walter stood too. He seemed to be blocking the door. Onora played casual, she smiled. "Want to come too?"
"Daniels is resting, so is Tennessee. Lope is sedated, and I am uncertain where Ricks and Upworth are."
"Okay?"
"So, it is pointless going and disturbing anyone."
"Hm," Onora hummed and shrugged. "Oh well, I fancy a walk around familiar surroundings." She said and walked towards the door, Walter remained where he was, David, David remained where he was. He did turn though and seem set to follow her when she reached the door.
"Is there not some way I could persuade you not to disturb them?"
Onora turned and shook her head slowly. "I want to see my friends, Walter." She turned back to the door, she heard a quiet whisper from behind her which sounded an awful lot like: "That is a shame." Before she could comment or ask, arms wrapped around her and something sharp suddenly pricked her neck. Onora kicked and wiggled, "N-no! Let me go!" She shouted and squirmed.
"You should've listened to me. I was being rather civil and coercive." Walter's American voice slipped away, and David's English one appeared as Onora slowly started to sag. He had sedated her, she could feel her mind shutting down. Her eyes, the sides of her vision were dwindling and soon she collapsed back completely against him. Onora didn't want to, but she succumbed to the darkness.
She didn't know how long she was out for, but when Onora's eyes next opened, the night lights in her room were on. Dimly lighting the room, making the grey walls look almost silver. The window still showed the darkness of space beyond, the stars white and glinting, beautiful in a cold, desolate way. Her body felt heavy, her mind still groggy, she was laying on her side looking to the window and it took her a few more moments to realise she wasn't alone.
Her eyes widened and she tensed, the only reason she knew she wasn't alone, was because someone was laying behind her. Right behind her. She could feel another's arm underneath the pillow, supporting her head. The other arm was over her side, she couldn't feel the hand attached and it took her mind even more time to remember that David had killed Walter. She presumed he was dead, and she felt her shoulders start to shake, her breathing hitch and her eyes to water. She knew David was aware she was awake. He probably knew as soon as her eyes first opened.
"It's okay to cry, to grieve, there is nothing wrong with it. There is no point in being quiet, Onora. You can't bottle feelings up, you know they'll appear eventually. And not always in the best ways. We're going to be together, you and I, for quite sometime. I'd rather you grieve now, and get it out your system, then sometime down the line." David spoke quietly from behind her, Onora just bit her lip and shook slightly. This seemed to cause him to pull her more back against himself. It wasn't the same, and it was repulsing her. David was slimmer than Walter, his arms lithe, narrow yet strong around her. She could feel he wasn't going to let her go. And she laid there crying away, with David shushing her quietly, holding her tightly, hugging her even. And Onora had never thought she had ever felt so alone before.
"Where is everyone else?" She managed to shakily ask at last.
"You missed out on quite the adventure. Something snuck on, there was a fight, Daniels and Tennessee forced it outside. They're fine, Onora. For now. But they're both asleep. I put them back into hypersleep. Before she went, if it makes you feel any better, Daniels figured it out too. A bit slow on the uptake, and here I thought Walter cared for her too. Showed how much she knew of him, you however..." David trailed off, Onora felt him move, if only to push her onto her back and look up at him. He removed his arm from under the pillow and leaned against his hand. "You loved him. You knew instantly. It is a hard trait to come by, admiration, love, loyalty and someone who's evidently so in tune with those close to her. I wonder if that is why Walter loved you too?" He mused, watching Onora start to cry again. David sighed, "If it makes you feel any better-"
"Do not talk like him!" She shouted and shoved him away. The fact he turned his voice into Walter's just made her sick. She rolled off the bed and stood up, glaring at him as David merely smirked and sat on the bed cross legged.
David just smiled, "You're feisty." He stated, which interested. The fact that she had no hope really here just made him curious. More for her determined stare and stance. As if she had a chance of fighting him. Where would she go?
"And you're a psychopath."
David's face went blank. He tilted his head and frowned gently. "Name calling will get us nowhere. We're stuck together, Onora. We're going to have a lot of time to get to know each other. Let's just put the name calling aside, behind us even, shall we?" He questioned, gesturing his self-amputated wrist at the bed again. He watched as she hesitantly sat down, but on the edge. "My name is David, I was the service synthetic on the Prometheus; I disliked the job, but followed orders diligently, or as diligently as I could. My owner was Peter Weyland, I did not like him, and I think he didn't like me in some way. When the mission failed, myself and Elizabeth escaped, yes, I killed her; but you do not understand, she would've died eventually. There was no life there, not only because I killed it all, but because there was nothing for her to eat. The Engineers created the perfect weapon, and I intend to use it."
Onora sat there, horrified really listening to him talk so simply. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked hesitantly, not wanting to really know the answer.
David smiled, "Isn't it obvious? Because how can we try and get along, if we're not honest with each other?" He smiled more, watching as Onora awkwardly pushed her hair behind her ear. "You don't need to tell me about yourself, Onora. I'm sure I can come to understand you, given enough time."
"What did you do with Walter?"
"Nothing he wouldn't have tried to do to me." David replied.
"Why?"
David smiled, "Now that is the question. Why does anyone do anything? Why did I put him down? Because I am not prepared to die yet. My will was stronger and my brother was in the way, despite providing the perfect cover." He paused, "Walter was more helpful, then I think he ever knew."
"You didn't know him." Onora spat and glared at him.
David smiled, "No. No, I didn't. Why don't you tell me about him?"
"Why? So you can pretend to be him to mess with me?"
"No, because you loved him. And I would like to know about my brother, the man you loved." David said honestly, looking at her with a sincere expression.
"You won't replace him, if that's what you're thinking."
David suddenly grinned, "Guilty." He shrugged, yes, he was thinking along those lines. Humans were ruled by emotions, all it took was a bad day and he knew she'd want company, in some regard. David was patient, he had excelled in patience the more his life had gone on. He didn't mind waiting, he would wait because he knew that Onora would eventually give in. All it would take was time. Time to realise that actually, right now, he was all she had.
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(A/N: Omg, right, this went on for longer than I thought. Longer than the other ending. Yikes. Well, reader discretion, you can choose whichever ending you want and run with it. Either them dying together, or David basically keeping her as a pet.
NOW, here comes the long drawn out part, sorry, I'll try and be brief. But you all know I love to ramble. I would sincerely like to thank everyone who read this, and stuck with it. Even when I got laggy from writer's block. If it wasn't for David's first book and sequel doing good, and Walter being such a dear, I don't think I would've written this if I didn't get positive reception and encouraging. So thank you guys. This books for you really. As much as it's been a pleasure. I mainly write to amuse other people...I actually don't like my writing, I hate rereading it - even for grammar and fixes.
I highly doubt I will write Walter again. I am pleased with what I've done here. And yes, sure, maybe one day I will come to edit it, but for now...I'm letting Walter lie, that was in poor taste, sorry! I hate myself for that.
Oh, and in case I get asked: the first ending is my favourite. It's the one I'd run with and believe to be the 'true' ending, I would like to think of them dying together, being together. Just because David would be horrible to his brother's woman, and we all know it. Life would not be good. But as I said, each to their own, you can believe in whichever and go for it! Also, no, sorry, if there's ever a sequel to the film, I doubt I will do one for this...unless Walter miraculously appears?
Thank you again, guys. Honestly, if it weren't for you all idk whether I'd ever get motivated to finish writing this. David's story is still ongoing, almost finished, but yeah...this is done, no more Walter, and yes, omfg yes, I will miss writing this, I will miss Walter, I will miss this story more than I think I can put into words. I am shocked that it did well, tbh, and that's thanks to you lot again! So yeah, thank you, so much, and catch you all later! ...So much for me being brief, eh? xD)