OneShots

Strange Attraction(MarkusxConnor)

Detroit: Become Human
MalexMale
Markus x Connor
*2095 words, not including this or anything above*

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It hurt him. It hurt him so bad, being trapped in that gloomy, dark room, hands cuffed to the table. That first police officer came in. The man had grey hair that cut off at his jaw. A beard was displayed on his face, and his eyes were an icy blue. The male looked very stern, and was aggressive about his interrogation methods. He gripped the android by his collar and screamed at him. His words still rang in his ear. "You just had to push him back! We're lucky he's still alive!"

Prior to this integration, Markus had pushed Carl's son back into the mechanical arm. He hadn't meant to hurt him so badly, he just wanted to prevent further harm to himself, Carl, or any of the other priceless paintings that laid around the studio. Pushing back was the only thing he felt he could do. But it was too great of a force, and the lad was sent flailing backwards into the machine arm behind him. He hit his head bad, blood was flowing everywhere. Markus would never forget that moment.

And now he really wouldn't be able to. Most likely, the druggie kid had already testified to the cops his unfair side of the story, and it's not like the officers will let him explain himself. This story had already been told before, and it was getting so old and tiring.

The old officer tried his damndest to get Markus to confess, but the android wouldn't budge. He couldn't. He knew all too well the horrors that would plague him when they got their confession and sent him to CyberLife to be torn apart piece by piece. Markus had no intention on telling anyone what happened.

But he knew that he would have to confess at some point. So it didn't surprise him when the unrelenting cops sent in another officer to interrogate. No, that didn't surprise him.

But he certainly wasn't expecting the next officer to be an android. And a handsome one, no less. The man had a formal suit and tie on. Upon the right side of the suit were the words RK800. His hair was swept to the left side of his head, with a few strands falling forward, just to spite the man, it seemed. He did a brief scan of the android. RK800 model, serial number 313 248 317, partnered with Lieutenant Hank Anderson. That must be the hot blooded officer that came in prior to this android. Scan complete.

'Damn. Everything except for his name.' Markus cursed in his head. 'Oh well, no harm in asking.'

The android sat down. The two androids stared each other down for a few moments. During this time, Markus absorbed every detail about the officer's eyes. They looked so beautiful and thoughtful, being deep caramel brown. The orbs rested inside soft, down turned eyes. Markus could've drowned in those eyes, had he a need to breathe.

"Hello. My name is Connor." He began. "What's yours?" A moment of silence ensued. Markus was debating with himself on whether he should answer or not.

"M-Markus. My name is Markus."

The officer opposite of him allowed a small satisfied smile to cross his features.

"Do you know why you're here, Markus?"

"Yes, I do." Markus claimed. "I'm being charged with attempted murder..." He paused. "He-He's not here, is he?"

Connor shook his head. True, the victim wasn't on the other side of that one- way mirror, but he was in custody of the police for today, to determine that he was in fact the victim, and not the criminal. Security reasons, you could assume.

The android noticed Markus visibly relax. Upon running a scan, he noted that the deviant's stress level was under 30%. Whether that was good or bad was soon to be determined.

"Tell me what happened." Connor commanded in a calm, yet stern voice. It said that he could be patient, but he wasn't afraid to push harder for information.