Rk900 One-Shots

i know you're in here

She slammed the door shut with vigor, feeling her breathing uneven and erratic. Her heart hammering against her rib cage, flooding her ears and into her thoughts. With shaking fingers, she locked the door and deadbolt. Even if it was not going to stop him. A modern-day terminator would not be stopped by locked windows and front door.

That thought would be brushed off as she scrambled to lock everything that could be locked.

Here she was, essentially dead in her house, somewhere he would stop first to find her. She should've went to a hotel or out of state. She just had to hide in plain sight. Genius.

She knew she was dead when she saw Gavin's body on that rooftop. She knew she was dead once she saw him kill Hank with his own gun. He saw her see him kill Hank. And then again when he killed his predecessor. She was just a ball of bad luck.

It was almost like he wanted her to see the deaths. Just to have a reason to get rid of her. She knew he hated her, he was just nice to get information. He only cared about his mission, and his mission only. It was sick, twisted, and evil.

Before the murders, he developed that look in his eyes whenever they were together, that harsh tone in his voice. He must've thought she knew something he didn't. She didn't. He gradually began to get more cold and distant towards her. Making more decisions that benefitted him more than others around him. If it benefitted him, it was important for the mission. It was so annoying to her, they were partners! They were supposed to look out for each other, not clash.

She locked every door, except for the one she was going to use, it would've been a red flag to him. Her feet couldn't move fast enough down the stairs into the basement. I'm cornering myself, she thought and then nearly tripped on the last step.

To her, it felt like she wasn't getting enough air into her lungs. It hurt. It was almost pitiful to think that she was as important as he thought her to be. He shouldn't care.

She went to a place he didn't know existed in her house. She never told him there was a hole in the wall hidden behind a bookcase near the sitting room. It was full of blankets and pillows. She never had to use it, never had to hide from a murderous android. But there was a first for everything.

The thing that was worrying was the fact that she didn't know when he was going to come here. It was essentially a guessing game until she was dead. She hadn't come into work after the murder of Gavin, not even bothering to contact Fowler. Fowler wouldn't believe her, he adored Nines. Almost like a parent would to a child. Wasn't anything wrong with it per se, just odd.

Nines never cared about her, never did. It was a intricate ruse. An act in front of everyone else. Waiting for one simple observant eye to see through it. That eye being the person supposed to be closer to him more than anyone else.

After getting inside of the crevice, she moved the bookcase back to where it was in the first place. Then she got comfortable, returning her breath somewhat back to normal. Feeling slight luck as she managed to.

It felt like years as she waited, but it really was thirty minutes—she checked her phone. Her hands were still shaking. The feeling of knifes in her stomach was not comfortable. It made her feel claustrophobic. Like each time a ragged breath escaped her, the walls moved toward a centimeter. It was distracting.

Not even words could have described how terrified she felt. Nines was as unpredictable as they came, unlimited perceived outcomes. Who knew? He could've changed his mind about her. She hoped that were the case.