My sister looked over my story for me. If there are any errors, hate her and grammarly.
Freaking grammarly..
"Fuck You."
By, "Lucky Green."
Chapter 8
Nines POV
Before I could react, the URS12 launched itself in the air, jumping over everyone and headbutting me in the chest. I go flying through the air, skidding along the ground when I finally hit it. My head bangs into the wall all the way across the room. Warnings run along the side of my vision as I let out an uncomfortable groan. I blink away the warnings blocking my vision just in time. The URS12 pounces on me and I barely manage to lift my arm to block my head as its jaws come down. It sinks its teeth deep into my arm, thirium squirting out of the holes its made. I punch at its face with my free hand as it shakes my arm around and places a heavy paw down on my chest. I manage to break plates of its fur off, exposing the wires and thirium spilling out underneath. By this rate, it was going to tear my arm off. I bend my knees, placing my feet on the URS12’s stomach and giving it a firm kick while pulling my arm back. The URS12 flips over and slams its back into the wall behind us. It lets my arm go, allowing me to get to my feet and whip around for its next attack. The bear scrambles to its feet, snapping its jaws at me. Synthetic spit pours out his mouth as it snarls, slowly pawing toward me. It launches itself toward me just as the sound of gunfire rings out in the room. I glance over my shoulder to see Gavin slowly inching closer and closer to the thing with every bullet he fired. A small smile forms on my face as I look back at the URS12. It was nice to know someone had my back. The URS12 backs up, twisting its neck back to shield its face from Gavin’s bullets. Letting out a glitchy roar, it charges toward Gavin. I don’t let it get the chance to attack. I throw myself on its back and go deadweight on it, causing it to flatten out on the ground. It recovers, getting back to its feet and shaking around, trying to twist its neck back to bite me. I hold on, clutching bunches of its neck fur in my hand. It swings around like a dog chewing a bone, trying to shake me off desperately. The room whips around in a blur. Blurred figures go by but only appear for half a second as I’m spun around.
“Nines, get down!” Connor screams, passing by in sonic speed.
I do as he said, laying against the URS12’s matted fur. There’s gunfire and for a second everything freezes...then the URS12 hits the ground. Relieved, I look up. Connor had his hands on the URS12's jaws, holding its mouth wide open while Gavin slowly lowered his gun, a bit of smoke leaving the barrel. Hank was no where insight.
"I've searched that URS12's have a weak point in the back of its throat," Connor said, breaking the silence and dropping the URS12's parted lips. He backs up, brushing himself off. "So I had Gavin fire in its mouth while I held it open."
"Where's Hank?" I question, not seeing the 53-year-old man anywhere.
"Where's Hank!? Where's phcking Hank!? A pissed off excuse for a microwave attacks you, nearly ripping your phcking arm off and you can only ask where the phck Hank is!?" Gavin screams at me.
His stress levels were at 91% and were continuing to rise. I was confused. The URS12 attacked me but I made it out with only a deep bite in my arm. It was bleeding but I had plenty of time to get home and fix it. So why was he so mad?
"I'm fine Gavin," I say, sliding off the URS12 and straightening my jacket. My LED spun blue once again as I examined my arm and the warnings taking up the corner of my vision again.
"Why the hell did you jump on the thing?! What if it swung your plastic ass into a wall, huh!?" Gavin continued, stomping up to me and getting up in my face. He had to tilt his head all the way up to make eye contact, his heart rate speeding up. "Huh dipshit!?"
