DEVIANT [Connor X Reader]

Chapter 5: REDEMPTION

I ran, and ran, and ran.
I never stopped, before I heard a gunshot, I immediately knew that it had to be (Y/N)'s gun that she kept on herself, and instantly thought, 'She caught it', but my mind wandered and thought, 'It got her'.
I kept running until I heard more gunshots, they became more frequent, until it stopped. I then heard faint running, as I knew that I've reached (Y/N), and as I was hoping for, also the Deviant.
All I saw when I stopped, was (Y/N) on the ground with Thiruim started to pile up underneath her, as it all formed into a puddle. The Thiruim had come from her forehead, and possibly from her chest. I quickly scanned her, and saw that she was also bleeding out from her chest near her pump regulator, I grew tense before I ran to her.
"(Y/N)!!" I shouted, before I kneeled beside her and checked to see if she was still activated, still moving, still 'alive', when I saw no signs of anything from her, I sunk.
I felt despair, I felt...
Felt...
I'm not supposed to feel.
But...why...? Why do I feel the need to care so deeply about (Y/N)?
Why do I need to keep her alive...?
I promised Hank, yes but- why?
...Why does this...pain, start to resurface in my chest?

I need to tell Hank the news.

I had started walking back to where I had left Hank in search for (Y/N). And as I came back, I saw the look of hope, happiness, and even a little bit of recognition had hit me in the face, but it immediately turned into hurt, despair, and uneasiness.
"...where's (Y/N)." He said with a low tone in his voice, I looked at him.
"...The Deviant deactivated her...she lost too much Thriuim, and I was too late," I answered.
"..." Hank sighed deeply, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fuckin' hell..." He mumbled as he placed his free hand on his hip as he looked at the ground before his arms fell beside him, and he looked at me.
"...so much for that promise huh, Connor." He said, as I just stood there.
"Promised that (Y/N) wouldn't get killed, and here we are. She fuckin' died by a Deviant shootin' her to death..."

SYSTEM DETECTED
Hank grew tense.

Hank and I had started driving back to the police station, as Hank had tried to stay calm, though he was really uneasy.
"...Hank?"
"...." Hank stayed silent.
I've decided to stay silent, just for Hank's mental health.
"...what was her situation..." Hank said, I looked at him, before I looked forward again.
"...It was bleeding from it's forehead, and bleeding out from some gun wounds from their arms and their chest-"
"Connor, you looked there!?" Hank shouted, shocked. I suddenly felt some Thirum rush to my cheeks.
"No, I didn't. I analyzed its wounds beforehand."
"That's basically checking her out, Connor." Hank kept driving as he spoke, I continued to feel the Thirum in my body and in my cheeks.
"...Are you blushing?" Hank glanced at me, noticing my cheeks.
"This is what blushing is?" I pulled a hand up to my right cheek, as Hank smiled slightly.
"Yep. That's blushing." He looked forward as he kept driving.

We reached the police station, as Hank parked his vehicle, before entering the building. I followed behind silently, but Hank spoke up.
"Will she come back."
"...yes, a replacement will come." I answered, as Hank took a shaky deep breath.
"Alright..." Hank kept walking, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. I felt my face cool down as we reached Hank's desk, along with mine and, another (Y/N) replacement's desk.
We both sat down into our desks, as we contemplated on what to do now. Do we wait for the replacement to arrive? Do we search for another case to do? Do we just...sit?
...
Everything was silent. Aside from the other officers and Androids in the room.
Hank was sitting there, probably thinking, or spacing out. Most likely thinking.
I sat there.
...

The day was over, and Hank had driven off without me, but I understand.
My thoughts started to wonder, before I thought back to my own thoughts that I've had before. The ones that I had when running for (Y/N).
They don't have a gender. So why did I use "her" for it?
Androids don't have gender. They perceive what Cyberlife wants them to look.
So...why did I call it a, her.
This is all...confusing.