Puma's POV

I was sitting in a chair with my straightened posture, looking through the two-way glass. We were sitting in a small room, with Connor, Chris, me, and asshole Detective Reed, all looking as dad wasn't progressing in the investigation.

"Why'd you kill him?"

Silence.

"What happened before you took that knife?"

Silence.

Dad let out a sigh. "How long were you in the attic?"

Silence again. He was a real talker.

"Why didn't you even try to run away?"

This time, Dad responded to his silence by snapping his fingers in front of the androids' face. When he didn't say anything, Dad snapped.

"Say something, goddamnit!" he slammed the table, piercing his eyes at the deviant. I jerked in my seat slightly. "Fuck it, I'm out of here. We're wasting our time interrogating this machine, we're getting nothing out of it." Said when he entered the room.

"'Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it's not human." Gavin shrugged.

I gave him a glare. "That's not how it works, Reed. Androids don't feel pain, and that won't make him talk."

"It." Gavin corrected me.

"He," I pushed defiantly.

Alongside Reed, being the asshole that he is, he's one of the hypocrites that hate Androids. He'd asked me out on a date a couple of months after I started my job with Dad at DPD. When I'd rejected him (I didn't like him, and even if I did, Dad wouldn't approve), he dedicated his life to be a complete prick to me and my dad, still thinking he can get a date with me.

But why was he so after me? It's not that I was pretty. Sure, I was skinny, and people told me I had a good body, but there wasn't anything special about why Reed would be after me. I had plain golden-brown hair and dull hazel eyes.

I looked over at Reed, analyzing him. Why did I care? The main thing is that never in a hundred years am I going on a date with that dick.

"Deviants tend to self-destruct when they find themselves in stressful or life-threatening situations." Connor pointed out, snapping me out of my trance.

"Okay, smartass!" Gavin gave a sneer and slightly pushed me out his way.

"Don't you dare touch her!" my dad snarled at Reed.

"What do you suppose we do?" Gavin paid no attention to my dad.

"I could try questioning it." Connor shrugged. His innocent face made me smile. He looked at me as I nodded.

But everyone looked at the android, and Reed gave a sarcastic laugh. Dad shrugged.

"Sure, why not? What do we have to lose? Go ahead, the suspect's all yours."

Connor left to the other side of the glass. I watched him closely. There was something about I couldn't quite put my finger on. He did his thing of stopping to analyze his surroundings from left to right before proceeding to walk up to the desk. He browsed through the Carlos Ortiz file before sitting across from the attacker deviant. After a couple of seconds of silence, the Android sent by CyberLife spoke up.

"My name is Connor. What about you? What's your name?"

Silence.

Connor pulled out the files he had examined a couple of seconds before and opened them, showing it to the deviant.

"You recognize him? That's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, twenty-eight times." He listed the file to another page. "That was written on the wall in his blood."

Silence.

"You're damaged." He stated. "Did your owner do that? Did he beat you?"

Silence.

"You refused to talk ever since the DPD arrested you. If you don't cooperate, they'll have to do things the hard way."

Silence.

Connor seemed to understand things weren't going his way, and he slammed the file onto the table.

"TWENTY EIGHT STAB WOUNDS!" I jerked up in my seat, and I heard Gavin give a snort as he looked at me. I dropped him a look and continued looking at Connor.

"You didn't want to leave him a chance, huh?" He stood up, starting to walk toward the deviant. "Did you feel anger? Hate?" he circled around to him. "He was bleeding, begging you for mercy but you stabbed him. Again. And again. And again."

"Please..." the deviant finally spoke up. He seemed stressed and nervous.

I hope you're doing this right, Connor. I thought to myself as I listened.

"I know you killed him." Connor leaned in toward the deviant. "Why don't you say it?"

"Please." He repeated the same word.

Connor walked behind the deviant to his left-hand side and slammed his hands on the table, startling me again. "Just say 'I killed him'. Is it that hard to say?!"

"Stop it! Stop!"

Connor took the deviant by his jacket and shook him, lifting him off his chair. "JUST SAY YOU KILLED HIM! JUST SAY IT!!!"

(A/N: Connor chill.)

I got chills down my spine. Despite Connor being really sweet when he introduced himself, he looked rather scary now. I covered my goosebumps running down my arms. I was cold again. Or maybe it was fear. Connor slammed the deviant back into his seat. Though I couldn't see it, I bet his LED was flashing a violent, blood red.

"He tortured me every day..." the deviant began. Connor sat down opposite him, seeming his calm professional self again. "I did whatever he told me but... there was always something wrong." Connor listened in closely, tilting his head. "Then one day, He took a bat and started hitting me... For the first time, I felt... scared. Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die... So I... grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the stomach... I felt better. So I stabbed him again. And again! Until he collapsed." He quieted down, so I could barely hear him. "There was blood everywhere."

Connor spoke up after a few seconds. "Why did you write 'I AM ALIVE' on the wall?"

I tuned out what Connor was saying, looking over at dad. He was smiling ever so slightly. He liked Connor. I could see that.

"Ra9." I suddenly heard Connor. I looked up.

Ra9? Who is Ra9? Connor never said anything about him.

"It was written on the bathroom wall. What did it mean?" Connor pushed.

"The day shall come when we will no longer be slaves... no more threats. No more humiliation. We will... be... the masters."

Everyone exchanged nervous looks with each other. Even Gavin seemed worried. He caught my eye and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, who's gonna believe that? Just some dream that tin can has."

"Ra9. Who is Ra9?" Connor asked, leaning in, curiously.

Silence.

I sighed, wanting to hear an answer.

Connor turned to us, quite satisfied with himself. "I'm done." He got up and left the interrogation room, and we all clamped inside to put the deviant away. But to our shock, he started hitting his head against the table.

"He's self-destructing!" I whispered.

"What the fuck is it doing?" I heard Gavin ask.

"It's destroying itself," Hank stated.

"Well stop it goddamnit!" Reed pushed the nearest cop to stop the deviant. There was already thirium everywhere.

"I.. I- I can't stop it!" the guard struggled. I ran in to help but dad put an arm in front of me, telling me not to get involved.

"That's enough. You need to stop doing that right now!" Connor spoke up. The guard fumbled with the keys to uncuff the deviant tied to the table. He suddenly stood up and grabbed the guards' gun.

"Watch out!" I heard dad yell as the deviant aimed his gun at Connor. 

Time seemed to slow down as I pulled my hands to my chest and gave Connor a harsh push, making him tumble to the ground.

Sorry. I thought as I heard a gunshot. Followed by another. Time sped back up and I looked at the scene.

Connor looked at me with his eyes wide, a dark blue blush creeping up his cheeks. I fell onto him while pushing him out of the way. I could no longer see the deviant. I stood up to brush myself off.

"Lia what do you think you just did?!" Dad exclaimed. I looked over at him to see a shocked look on his face. When I was turning to him, I saw the deviant dead on the ground with thirium everywhere.

Oh.

"What?" I blinked. "Connor could've gotten shot, I-"

"And you thought it would do better to take the bullet on yourself?!" Dad looked really mad.

Huh? I looked to see blood slowly gushing out of my bicep. I covered the bullet hole with my palm.

"Oh- I wasn't thinking-"

"Well, you need to think of yourself first, Lia, go on, bandage that up!" Dad shooed me away. I walked out of the room to get a first aid kit, my head hung low. Dad always embarrassed me at times like these when I "put myself in danger" when it was just nothing. He would go bizarre if he saw any blood leave my body.

Maybe it's after what happened to Cole. A voice said from the back of my head. I stopped abruptly. I don't think I can ever recover from what happened seven years ago.

"Detective! Detective Anderson!" I heard someone coming from behind me. I turned around to see Connor rushing up to me. "I have to apologize for what happened." he bowed his head as he took my wrist in one hand, and put a hand on my back, taking me to get me a first aid kit. He seemed to analyze my wound before beginning to tend to it.

"It was my fault, I should have been more cautious." He continued, taking out a pair of tweezers to try and get the bullet out. The adrenaline in my body stopped and I felt the full pain enter my body. I managed to suppress a yelp and I whimpered as I bit my lip.

"Connor. It's okay. I can do it myself." I smiled weakly, taking the tweezers from him.

"You don't understand, Detective Puma." Connor's dark chocolate-brown eyes stared into my hazel ones. "I am a prototype. And when a Connor model dies, another one takes its place. If I were to be killed then, I would return as if nothing happened tomorrow with my memories uploaded. It wasn't required of you to save me." He took my tweezers from me and started fishing for the bullet. He took it out more proficiently than I could have ever done within seconds and started to clean up my wound, not letting me talk.

"You could've died back there, detective. And you were willing to die for a replaceable android."

"Oh," I said, suddenly feeling stupid. "I guess, I sometimes forget you're an android." I gave a small laugh.

Connor smiled at me as he started to bandage up my wound. I let him do so.

"Besides, I don't think you would be the same Connor if you were to be replaced. And you did do a good job at the interrogation a bit ago." I offered him a smile, but he just shook his head.

"I wanted it alive." He finished treating my wound and finally let go of my hand.

"Thank you," I said quietly to him. Connor looked confused. "For treating my wound. You didn't have to."

Connor's eyes twerked to his upper right-hand vision as he softly smiled to himself.

"It's the least I could do." He gave a small head bow and walked away. I sighed to myself. What a day.

A/N: I don't get it. Who da hell is ra9?

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