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WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC
summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.
versions; WATTPAD, AO3
006. THE TRUTH
NOV 6TH, 2038
PM 03:02:07
THE RAIN hasn't stopped and only got stronger, as more clouds covered the grey sky. Putting on the hood of her jacket, Amelia got out of the car and looked to both sides for any passing cars, before making her way towards the food truck with a big sign 'chicken feed' above it. Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she watched Hank be approached by a familiar face. "Hey, hey, hey... Hank! How you doin' man?" Pedro greeted him with a quick hug and pat on the back. "Amelia? You grew up since the last time I saw you!" Checking her up and down, Pedro gave Mel a side hug, causing her to softly chuckle. "Hey, listen. I got a shit-hot tip for you. Number five in third." Pedro returned his attention to Hank. "That filly's one hell of a chaser. You wanna flutter?" At his offer, Mel rolled her eyes with a sigh and walked towards one of the stands, hiding underneath it's big umbrella from the rain.
Looking down at her hand, Amelia stared at the white bandage, before leaning onto her elbows and watching as Hank and Connor made their way towards her, while she lit a cigarette. "I don't want to alarm you, Lieutenant," Leaning on his elbows just like Mel, Connor announced. "But I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities." Connor explained. "Well, everybody does what they have to, to get by... As long as they're not hurtin' anybody, I don't bother 'em." Shrugging his shoulders, Hank took another bite out of his hamburger. "This morning, when we were chasing those deviants... Why didn't you want me to cross the highway?" Leaning in, Connor questioned. "Cause you could've been killed." Hank answered, making it sound like the answer was already obvious and it was, but maybe not to Connor himself. "And I don't like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment." Defending himself, Hank added, and Amelia couldn't help but quietly snicker at his response.
"Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?" Connor furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you hate androids so much?" Hank stared at Connor for a while, his expression dropping. "I have my reasons." He explained, his words making Mel uncomfortably shift in her place. "Is there anything you'd like to know about me?" The android offered, earning a glare from Hank. "Hell no... Well-" Hank raised his finger in the air, continuing; "Well, yeah... Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?" Before Connor could answer, Amelia interrupted him; "Oh, come on... There's no need to be mean to him." She teased with a small smirk on her face, before blowing the smoke in his face, causing Hank to narrow his eyes.
"Cyberlife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and my voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration." Connor announced. "Well, they fucked up." Hank took another bite of his food, while Mel let out a quick laugh at her father's comment. "By Amelia's previous statement, I can assume she disagrees with you, Lieutenant. Is that so?" When Connor turned his head in Mel's direction, she stared at him for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders. "If you don't mind, I'll keep that answer to myself." Amelia teased with a smirk, earning another eye roll from Hank and a simple nod from Connor in understatement.
"Maybe I should tell you what we know about deviants?" Connor offered. "You read my mind. Proceed." Waving his hand in the air, Hank answered. "We believe that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion--" "In english, please." Hank cut off Connor. "They don't really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behaviour." Deviant behaviour. "Emotions always screw things up," Hank took a sip from his drink, slowly nodding his head. "Maybe android's aren't so different from us as we thought... You ever dealt with deviants before?"
"A few months back... A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her." The android stated, reminding Amelia of the time when she first heard about that incident back in August, which caused her heart to skip a bit. The deviant incident wasn't the only thing that happened that day. "So, I guess you've done all your homework, right? Know everything there is to know about me?" Hank sounded almost as he was mocking the android next to him. "I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became youngest Lieutenant in Detroit." Raising his brows in surprise, Hank stayed silent. "I also know you've received several disciplinary warning in recent years and you spend a lot of time in bars."
"So what's your conclusion?" Hank asked. "I know you're an experienced officer, and I'd like to earn you trust. I'm sure we can solve this case if we manage to work together. all three of us." Glancing between Amelia and Hank, Connor explained. An almost comfortable silence fell over the three of them, after Mel shook off the uneasy feeling from the memories floading back. That was until Connor's LED light flashed yellow. "I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few block away, we should go have a look. I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car, if you need me." And with that, Connor disappeared into the car parked on the other side of the road.
"Well, good luck. I'm apparently needed back at the department." Slowly backing away and throwing away the rest of the cigarette, Amelia sighed and shoved her phone back into her pocket, after noticing the new message she received. "What for?" Hank muttered, furrowing his eyebrows. "Guess I'll have to go ahead and find out. I'll join the two of you later." She shrugged her shoulders, before giving Hank a quick wave and soon, she was out of sight, speed-walking towards the nearest bus stop.
NOV 6TH, 2038
PM 07:51:06
"You have reached your destination. Thank you for travelling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon." The automatic car came to a stop, as Amelia and Connor stepped out. In front of them stood the familiar house that belonged to nobody else, than Hank Anderson. His car was strangely parked in front of the garage door and windows were covered with blinds from inside. "Lieutenant Anderson?" Knocking on the front door, Connor called out, but got no response. "Anybody home?" The android ringed the doorbell. "Wait.." Amelia muttered, reaching into her back pocket of her now casual clothes. "This should work better." Handing Connor the spear key she was given a long time ago, he accepted it and begun to unlock the door.
As soon as the door swung open and the two of them walked in, they were greeted by Sumo, Hank's dog. "Easy, Sumo..." Raising his hands in the air, Connor demanded, when Sumo stared at him suspiciously. "I'm your friend, see? I know your name..." At Connor's reassuring words, Sumo turned around and walked away. Amelia's eyes followed him with a soft smile, before she noticed the scene in the kitchen. Her expression dropped. "Hank?!" She called out, running towards his body that laid on the floor, unresponsive. Swiftly kneeling down next to his body, the first thing she noticed was his moving chest, causing her to let out a small sigh of relief.
Falling back, Mel sat down on the ground and leaned her elbows against her knees, as Connor took her previous position, kneeling down next to Hank. "Lieutenant?" Connor patted the side of Hank's face, earning a quiet groan from the unconscious man. "Wake up, Lieutenant!" A slap echoed inside the kitchen, causing Hank's eyes to finally flutter open. From the same position on the floor, Amelia watched as Connor threw Hank's arm around his shoulder and pulled him up from the floor. "I'm going to sober you up for your own safety." The android explained, causing Hank to protest. "Hey! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android! Get the fuck outta my house!" He drunkenly shouted. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I need you. Thank you in advance for your cooperation."
"Sumo! Attack!" Hank called out, while being dragged towards the bathroom. Sumo barked in response to his owner's words, which Amelia took as a sign to finally stand up from the kitchen floor. "Sumo, stay." Pointing her finger at the dog, she demaned and Sumo stayed. "Fuck you..." Hank grumbled and Mel was positive his insult was meant for her, yet she ignored it. Leaning down, she picked up the revolver from the ground, opening it's chamber and seeing only one bullet left. She stared at it for a little longer with an emotionless expression, before swallowing the lump inside her throat and placing the gun on the kitchen table, next to the insane amount of empty pizza boxes and cans.
"Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick..." Hank groaned against the wall he was leaning on, clearly intoxicated, while Connor pushed open the bathroom door. "Ah! Leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere..." Trying to get out off Connor's grip, Hank continued to complain, while Connor seated him on the edge of the bathtub. "I don't wanna bath, but thank you..." Hank tried to stand up, but before he could do so, the android pushed him back, causing him to stumble inside the tub. This is gonna be interesting, Amelia thought to herself, leaning against the bathroom door frame with crossed arms, as Connor turned on the shower.Â
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Waving his hands around, Hank screamed, the cold water pouring down on him, soaking his hair and clothes. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He demanded, glaring at Connor. "A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so me and Amelia came to see if you were at home." Connor explained and Hank narrowed his eyes in response. "Jesus, I must be the only cop in world that gets assaulted in is own house by his own fuckin' android and daughter..." Getting out of the bathtub, Hank let out another groan. "Can't you just leave me alone?" Looking up at Connor, the older man questioned. "You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you." The android offered, yet his idea only seemed to upset Hank even more.
"Beat it! You hear me?! Get the hell out of here!" Trying to stand up little too fast, Hank only wobbled backwards, but before he could fall, Connor managed to grab him and help him slowly sit down. "Why? So you could continue your russian roulette game?" Uncrossing her arms, Amelia called out with a demanding expression, her stomach swirling with anxiety. "And what the fuck are you doing here?" Furrowing his eyebrows, Hank asked, ignoring her question. "Someone had to let him in. It was either that, or one of your windows getting smashed." Mel shrugged her shoulders, nodding her head in Connor's direction. "Oh, and you wanna know something?! The next shot would've killed you." Amelia added, as she threw her hands in the air, clearly upset. At her words, Hank could only stay silent.
"I understand. It probably wasn't interesting anyway..." The deviant hunter started, turning around to face Mel. "Man found dead in sex club downtown... Guess they'll have to solve the case without us." Shrugging his shoulders, Connor teased. "You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air... There's some clothes in the bedroom there." Hank muttered, earning a satisfied grin from Connor. "I'll go get them." Walking out of the room and towards Hank's bedroom, Connor announced, sending Amelia a satisfied nod as he passed her.
"Aren't you supposed to be in your uniform?" Raising his eyebrows, Hank glanced at Amelia's casual clothing. She bit the inside of her cheek, gazing down at the floor, as she tried to find the right words to tell him the news. "You remember how I was needed back at the department earlier? Yeah, well Fowler wanted to speak to me and--" Playing with the dead skin around her fingernails, Mel took a deep breath. "--I was put on suspension." Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she explained, causing Hank to furrow his brows in confusion. "The fuck for?" Footsteps interrupted the two of them before Amelia could answer his question. Looking over her shoulder, she was met with Connor carrying Hank's folded clothes. Stepping out of the way, Mel uncomfortably cleared her throat. "We can talk about it later, I'll be goin' now. Good luck." She flashed the duo a quick, toothless smile, before turning around and leaving the house, not giving either of them the time to say anything in response.
The truth was, Amelia wasn't too far away from breaking down, as the stress only kept pilling up. Loss of a close person, murder scenes, androids becoming deviant and turning on humans, the forlorn loneliness and all that. She wasn't sure how much she'll be able to take, before just-- snapping..
WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC
summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.
versions; WATTPAD, AO3
005. DEVIANTS
NOV 6TH, 2038
AM 10:25:05
AS SOON AS Amelia got out of the car onto the sidewalk, the beads of rain dropped on top of her head and shoulders, slowly soaking her uniform. Rolling down her sleeve over her hand, Mel used it to wipe off the rain drops lingering on her glass-lenses. But instead of wiping them away, she only made her glasses dirtier. Amelia sighed. Taking off her glasses, she turned to Hank's car in which she arrived in, opened the back door and threw the glasses on the backseat. "Contact lenses are not sounding too bad right now." Amelia thought to herself. The truth is, her eyesight wasn't too bad, but her ophthalmologist recommended glasses with a low strength, before it becomes too bad. After all, she spends a lot of time staring into computer screens.
Earlier in the morning, a police report was filled by a man named Todd Williams, in which he claimed that an AX400 android assaulted him and kidnapped his young daughter, Alice. The android, which went by a name 'Kara' was last seen by a cashier in a convenience store. And instead of taking a taxi to the scene, Hank offered Amelia a ride, which she accepted after giving it some thought. The car ride with him and Connor was silent, as she could feel the tension in the air, which almost caused her to be mad at herself for not taking the taxi.
"We've got officers sweeping the neighbourhood, in case anybody saw anything." Turning her head around, Amelia noticed Hank and Collins talking. "Okay. Well, let me know if they turn anything up." Hank replied. "What are you going to do with that?" Nodding his head in Connor's direction, Collins asked. "I've no idea..." Hank muttered in response, before slowly walking closer to the android. "It took the first bus that came along..." Connor suddenly begun to explain, which Mel took as a sign to take out her notepad and pen. Yet before she could even start writing, she was annoyed by the raindrops again, as they kept falling on the paper and soaking it.
"And stayed at the end of the line. It's decision wasn't planned, it was driven by fear." Connor continued. "Android don't feel fear." In response, Hank scoffed. "Deviants do. They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions." Connor pointed out, earning a quick nod from Hank. "Ah well, that still doesn't tell us where it went." Raising his eyebrows, Connor said; "It didn't have a plan and it had nowhere to go. Maybe it didn't go far." He explained. "Maybe." Hank repeated with hesitation.
Amelia continued to try desperately write anything down without the raindrops ruining it, but it was pointless. Annoyed grunt escaped her lips, as she tried to shield the notepad with her own hand from the raindrops. A quick, dry chuckle caused her to stop and look up at the source of the noise. "What's so funny?" Mel furrowed her brows. "Oh no, you do your thing." Hank slightly raised his hands in the air, shaking his head from side to side. "I'm just trying to write down information, but this fucking thing--" Groaning out of frustration, Amelia shoved the small notepad and pen in her pockets.
Suddenly, a hand holding a data pad appeared in front of her. "Maybe this would work better." Offering the pad to her, Hank shrugged his shoulder, as she cautiously reached for it, brows furrowed in confusion. "Jesus Christ, just take the fucking thing." Hank nudged her and she finally took it, responding with a thankful nod.
Eyes focused on the data pad, Mel slowly stumbled towards the automatic door of the convenience store. "Hey, Amelia?" At the call of her name, she stopped in her tracks and turned around, but her gaze was still glued to the shining screen. "Yeah?" When she got no answer from Hank, she looked up at him with a confused stare. "Never-mind. It's nothing." Hank waved his hand in the air, before walking away. Mel bit the inside of her cheek, her gaze not leaving the man's back, as he only got further away. Amelia sighed, shaking off the curious thought. What was he planning on saying? She couldn't help, but wonder.
Walking around the store, Amelia wasn't able to find anything suspicious. That was until the camera in the corner caught her attention, as she stared at it curiously for a while, before turning around on her feet and walking towards the cashier. The man was standing in front of the register, arms crossed over his chest, while he stared out of the big, glass windows. "Sir, can I ask you a few questions--" Amelia politely interrupted the man, earning his attention. But before she could get any answers, the front door opened and stole her attention. Rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, Collins walked in, his eyes searching the store, before his gaze fell on Mel. "Hank was asking if you could go look for that android of his." Making his way closer to her, Collins explained.
"What? Why me?" She furrowed her eyebrows, causing Collins to shrug his shoulders. "But i'm in the middle of-- Nevermind." A long sigh escaped her lips, as Amelia motioned towards the cashier, that she was planning on interrogating, still standing next to her. "I'll do it for ya, here." Collins reached out for Amelia's data pad and she had no other choice then let him take it. "Why can't you or Hank himself look for him?" The brunette questioned, slowly walking towards the automatic door, yet no answer was given to her.
Rolling her eyes, she walked out of the store, looking in every direction. With her hands swinging at her sides and rain soaking her clothes once again, Amelia walked the long streets, glancing in different alleyways and buildings. She didn't get anything for a while. That was until a small, shining light caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Bingo. Connor was standing on the porch of an abandoned house, trying to look inside the boarded-up windows. Mel had to hold back another long sigh, when she noticed that the only way in was through a rather small hole in the fence.
Crouching down, she tried to grab the edges of the broken fence. What she didn't realized is how sharp the edges were. Amelia ignored the sudden sting of pain in her palm, eyes trained on Connor, who noticed her presence and turned around to face her. Just as Mel opened her mouth to speak, Connor stopped her by raising his finger to his lips. Biting the inside of her cheek, Amelia nodded in response and stayed quiet, carefully making her way towards Connor.
Straightening his posture, the android walked towards the door and twisted the doorknob. Inside, they were met with mess scattered all over the wooden floor and a clearly anxious-looking android standing in the middle of the room. "I'm looking for a AX400." Connor announced sternly, standing in front of the android with blonde hair and strange injury on the left side of his face. "Have you seen it?" Connor asked. "Ralph's seen nobody..." Hands clasped in front of his body, the android replied rather quickly. "Don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you." Connor tried to assure Ralph, using a tone that was more soothing. "You brought a human with you. Ralph doesn't like humans." Muttering quietly, Ralph stumbled back. "She's not gonna hurt you either." Amelia stared at the back of Connor's head, still keeping her distance and standing by the open front door.
Even from a few feet further away, she could see the android's expression. He seemed... Scared. And android's don't feel fear. Slowly, Mel raised her hand a bit and hovered it above the holster she kept her gun in. "Are there any other androids here?" Patiently waiting for an answer, Connor stood still with his arms by his sides. "Other androids?" Ralph repeated the question, before replying; "No. Ralph is alone." The android whimpered, his head slightly twitching. "There's blue blood on the fence." The deviant hunter pointed out, which caused Mel to furrow her brows and bring her hand closer to her face. There was a long, but luckily not deep cut. Her blood was leaking out, painting the skin around it red, while at the top of the cut, her blood was mixing with... blue blood?
"I know another android was here." At Connor's words, the other android begun to panic, as Amelia's attention fell back onto the two androids. "Ralph scratched himself coming through. That's Ralph's blood." Ralph explained. Silence fell over the room, only Connor's footsteps creating noise, as he searched the place. Tilting her head to the side, Amelia tried to get a better look at Ralph's injury, but when he caught her staring, his head turned the other way, avoiding eye contact.
"Ralph, am I right? I'm Mel." The brunette attempted to calm the android down. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." Taking a small, slow step closer, she assured him. This time, Ralph didn't take a step further away from her. Amelia couldn't help but think that maybe, if she convinces the android she's no threat to him, he might give out some information. Yet she never got the option to question the android, as she wa interrupted by Connor.
"Is anyone upstairs?" Leaning against the stairs railing, Connor called out to Ralph, who answered with a quick, but shaken; "No." Walking down the small amount of stairs, Connor suddenly stopped, noticing the space underneath the staircase. He crouched in front of the dark, small corner and in the blink of an eye, Ralph charged at him with full speed. Pulling out her gun as an instinct, Amelia pointed the weapon at Ralph, but no matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to get a clear shot. A wave of panic ran through her entire body. "Kara, Alice! Run!" The deviant shouted, struggling to hold back Connor. Two figures appeared from under the stairs and quickly ran towards the back door, escaping.
The grip on Amelia's gun tightened, as she still held it high in the air. "What the hell is going on?" Barging in, Hank called out. "It's here. Call them in." Connor explained, after finally getting out of Ralph's grip. "Shit." Hank muttered, before running out and calling the others to the scene. "Humans." Ralph stuttered, standing still as if he was frozen in time. "I'm coming after it." Running out of the house, Connor announced. And without a single word, Amelia followed.
After getting out the front yard of the abandoned house, Mel followed the android, but to no surprise, he was faster and had a better stamina. Her shoes slammed against the wet sidewalk, as she passed people walking in 'n out of buildings and androids sweeping the streets. All of a sudden, Connor came to a halt, causing Amelia to almost harshly collide with his back. "They're over there!" An officer exclaimed, pointing into an alleyway, where they could catch a glimpse of two figures getting further away.
Almost slipping on the wet ground, Amelia made a fast turn and continued to chase the android, who was dragging the young girl along, but she wasn't quick enough. And neither was Connor. The duo managed to climb up the high fence and get to the other side. The same police officer Mel saw a few seconds ago ran after them, pulled out his gun, pointing it at the android and little girl on the other side of the fence. "Don't shoot! We need it alive!" Connor demanded, causing the officer to lower his weapon with hesitation. Amelia could only watch the android and kid slide down the mud towards the big, flashing sign; 'AUTOMATIC CAR TRACK, VERY HIGH SPEEDS, NO PEDESTRIAN CROSSING, DANGER, DANGER'.
"Oh, Jesus..." When Hank finally caught up with Connor and Amelia, he leaned down and placed his hands on top of his knees, letting out heavy breaths. "Hey! Where are you goin'?" Grabbing Connor by his shoulder, Hank pulled him down from the fence he was trying to climb. "I can't let them get away!" Still clutching onto the fence, Connor desperately explained. "They won't! They'll never make it to the other side." Hank let out a long sigh, but Connor wasn't convinced just yet. "Don't even think about it." Amelia barked, grabbing him by his other shoulder. "Do not go after 'em, Connor. That's an order!" Hank objected and this time, Connor listened, watching the duo from afar.
Letting out a groan, the brunette leaned against the tall fence and closed her eyes. With her chest rapidly raising up and down, Mel was about to wipe away the mixture of rain and sweat off her face, when she was met with a burning pain coming from the palm of her non-dominant hand. She totally forgot about that..

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WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC
summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.
versions; WATTPAD, AO3
004. DISTRACTION
NOV 6TH, 2038
AM 09:52:58
"OFFICER ANDERSON?" A tall shadow was cast over Amelia by the android standing next to her and her desk. "Yes, um-" Still holding the can close to her lips like she was just about to take a sip from it, Mel was wondering if the deviant hunter had an actual name or if it only went by its serial number.
"Apologies, I never got to introduce myself. I'm Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." Hands politely folded behind its back, he said.
"Yeah, I think I've gathered the last part." Muttering under her breath, Amelia finally took a long sip of her drink, while avoiding eye contact with the android.
Connor's eyes fell on the can in her hand for a few seconds, his LED circle slightly flickering, before opening its mouth to speak; "Did you know too much caffeine can cause side effects such as insomnia, headaches, fast heart rate and anxiety?"
Amelia only stared at the android with an unbothered expression, before taking another quick sip, not breaking the eye contact the two of them were sharing. "Is that all you needed? Enlighten me about my caffeine addiction?" Finally, she placed down the can, the taste of the energy drink staining her mouth.
"No, actually," It announced. "I wanted to ask when Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives to work." Keeping it's firm position, Connor explained.
"Yeah-" Amelia awkwardly prolonged the word, using her feet to spin around in her chair a little bit. "-I have no idea." Letting out a quick sigh, she stopped spinning and turned her attention to the terminal screen in front of her, silently hoping her answer was enough to satisfy the deviant hunter.
While logging into her terminal, Amelia could see the tall android standing in the same spot from the corner of her eye. "Can I ask you a question, officer Anderson?" It broke the silence between the two of them.
Mel's gaze never left the terminal screen, as she shurgghed her shoulders in response. Even though with the android standing so close to her, she wasn't able to focus on anything happening on the screen in front of her.
"During the interrogation of the deviant, you were aware of the fact that androids do not feel pain... How so?" Carefully sitting down in an empty chair across the brunette's desk, Connor patiently waited for an answer. "I've read some articles online. That's all." Leaning back into her chair and finally taking her eyes off the screen, Amelia intertwined her hands and placed them on her lap.
"Articles with such information might be difficult to find." Connor slightly furrowed its eyebrows, causing small lines to appear on its forehead, which Amelia took notice of.
"I have my ways." She simply explained.
"You know what? My turn." Suddenly, Mel tilted her head to the side. "What kind of an android are you? I mean- I never seen an android like you."
She couldn't help but be curious about the android that showed up out of nowhere, even if the conversation made her unwell. After all, this was the first time she has worked with an android.
"RK800 #33 248 317-51. I am a prototype built to assist human law and investigating cases involving deviant androids." This was the most robotic-sounding Amelia has ever heard it talk and it visibly startled her.
"Did my answer upset you, officer Anderson?" The corners of its mouth turned into a small and confused frown. "No, no-" Blinking fast, Mel straightened her posture. "And please drop the 'officer Anderson' bullshit, no one really calls me that, it's weird. My name's just fine." Amelia placed her elbow on top of the desk and leaned her head against it, constantly moving in her seat. "If I might ask, why is the title weird to you? Do you perhaps dislike your kinship with Lieutenant Anderson?" And here comes another question, Amelia mentally sighed and rolled her eyes "You asked for one question and I've already answered two. I think that might be enough." She returned her attention to her terminal. Or at least tried.
The next few minutes were so silent, Mel almost forgot there was an android on the other side of her desk, carefully scanning the brunette and her surroundings. Amelia's desk was quite organized. No clutter, just a couple of stick notes and photos. There were three photo frames, all different sizes and colours. The first and smallest photo was a selfie of Amelia, Chris and Tina in what seemed to be a bar. All three of them had huge grins plastered across their faces, as one of the brunette's arms was lazily thrown around Chris and Tina's shoulders, pulling them closer, and in the background you could catch a glimpse of Hank and Gavin clearly bickering.
Slightly further away stood another frame with a photo that seemed at least a couple of years old. Amelia was standing behind a younger boy, tightly hugging him from behind. Connor's LED flickered yellow as he took a notice of the similarity between the two of them. The third and last frame contained a picture of Amelia sitting next to a woman with long, curly hair and a bright smile. She was throwing a peace sign at the camera, while Mel was looking at her with soft eyes. Curiously, the android did a scan of the unknown woman.
GEORGIA WELLS
Born: 03/12/2012 , Died: 08/15/2038
Criminal record: None
The silence that fell upon the duo soon broke. "Can I ask you another question, Amelia?" Mel looked up as soon as her name left its mouth. "Depends." She shrugged her shoulders, once again. "Do you by any chance own a cat?" Connor questioned, causing her attention to quickly snap towards him in confusion. "How do you know?" Amelia's eyes didn't leave Connor's, while her fingers hovered above the keyboard. "There's cat hair on your clothes. What's its name?" Gazing down at her lap, Amelia did notice a few white and orange hair.
"His name is Milo-- Hey! That was another question!" The corner's of Connor's mouth almost twitched into a smirk, causing Amelia to lightly chuckle. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Lieutenant Anderson has a dog. I like dogs. Do you?" Connor confessed. "I do, but my landlord doesn't allow any animals in the apartment." Explaining, Amelia now placed her other elbow on the desk for support. "What about your cat then?" This is exactly what amelia needed. A distraction. And even if it was just his programming, Connor was good at pretending to be genuinely interested in Amelia.
"Cats are easier to hide, so Milo's my little secret-- Shit, I shouldn't be tellin' you this, huh?" Mel suddenly sat up. "Do you not trust me with this information?" Connor's expression dropped. "I don't know. Are you gonna rat me out to my landlord?" She teased the android. "I will not... 'rat you out'." While using the phrase Mel herself just used, she couldn't help but notice how he sounded almost confused, which caused her to let out an airy laugh. "Oh, look who's here." Glancing over Connor's shoulder, Amelia noticed Hank stumbling towards his desk, shoulders slumped as always. "I'll be on my way now." Announcing, Connor stood up from his seat. "I'll go with you. I need Hank to sign some papers anyway..." Amelia said, grabbing the small stack of papers from the corner of her desk and getting up.
"Jesus, what is this? Some sort of conspiracy?" Sitting down with a loud groan, Hank asked, causing Amelia and Connor to share a quick look. "I need these signed by midnight." Mel placed down the papers on the older man's desk, as he muttered something under his breath in response. "I mean it, Hank." Taking a step back, Amelia was ready to turn around and walk back to her own desk. "It's not like I don't know how to fake your signature, but that would, you know, be illegal." Amelia innocently added. Hank raised his brows at her. "There were a few homework assignments back in high school." She explained, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, that's all I needed. See you, Connor. Hank." Arms falling to her sides, as soon as Amelia turned her back to the duo, she let out a quiet sigh. "Goodbye, Amelia." Connor called out after the brunette, earning a confused- almost angry stare from Hank. But before he could question it, he was interrupted by a sudden shout. "Hank! Amelia! In my office." Mel's head snapped to the source of the sound, eyes landing on Captain Fowler. Mentally cursing, she took a deep breath and straightened her posture, before walking towards his office, Hank and Connor following close behind.
As Amelia and Hank sat down in the chairs that were placed in front of Fowler's desk, Connor stood still behind them, hands clasped together in front of his body. "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their androids maids and that kind of crap..." Fowler started to explain. "But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides. Like that guy last night, this isn't just Cyberlife's problem anymore." The three of them continued to listen in silence. "It's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it, before shit hits the fan." Fowler announced, leaning forward on his elbows.
"I want the two of you to investigate these cases and see if there's any link." Amelia was able to take it and keep quiet, but Hank, on the other hand, wasn't. "Why me? Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit? I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case!" Hank continued his rant, while Amelia's lifeless gaze fell to the floor. "I know jack shit about androids, Jeffrey! I can barely change the settings on my phone." Pointing at Connor, Hank explained. "Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation." Swiftly standing up from his chair and sending it flying backwards, Hank interrupted Fowler. "Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fucking androids and you left me holding the bag!" Hank started to pace around the office.
"Cyberlife sent over this android to help the investigation. It's a state-of-the-art prototype. It'll act as your partner." Fowler explained. "No fuckin' way! I don't need a partner and certainly not this plastic prick!" The two of them continued to argue. Amelia wished she could just get up and leave. There went her entire mood for the day. "Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Do you see Amelia over here complaining about her job? No!" At the mention of her name, Mel didn't even bother to look up. "That's 'cause she's high on some stupid fucking meds!" Hank defended her, and maybe he was right. The anti-anxiety medication did some wonders.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." At Fowler's words, Hank let out a groan, before marching out of the office, slamming the glass door behind him. "Sir." Standing up from your seat, Amelia sent Fowler a quick nod, which he returned, before also heading for the door. Just when she was about to reach for the doorknob, another hand appeared and opened the door for her. Connor. "Thanks." Mel muttered, offering him a sullen smile, before quickly disappearing into a crowd of people and out of his sight...
( AUTHOR'S NOTE : btw, the way mel's mood changes even 'cause of small inconveniences is on purpose! it should make sense later on.. love y'all!! )
i have the biggest hyperfixation on avatar rn, and i'm even considering writing something ;pp sooooo requests are open if anyone's interested !!
WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC
summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.
versions; WATTPAD | AO3
003. INTERROGATION
NOV 6TH, 2038
AM 12:41:04
CLOSING THE DOOR behind her as carefully as possible, Amelia walked inside the dark watching room, holding a cup of coffee close to her chest in an attempt to not spill it. "What happened before you took that knife?" Hank's voice echoed from inside the interrogation room. "How long were ya in the attic?" Still no response from the android sitting across from him. "Why didn't you even try to run away?" Another question, still now answer. Both rooms stayed silent for a while, as Amelia leaned against the wall and took a sip of her hot coffee. "Say something, goddamn-it!" Suddenly, Hank slammed his hands against the table, but the android barely flinched, its eyes glued to his lap. "Fuck it, I'm out of here..."
Soon, Hank walked inside the watching room, where Amelia, Chris, Gavin and even the deviant hunter were. "We're wastin' our time interrogating a machine, we're gettin' nothing out of it!" Sitting down with a huff, Hank complained. "Could always try roughing it up a little." Gavin Reed, another of DPD's detectives suggested. "After all, it's not human." He added, arms crossed over his chest. "Not sure if that would be a good idea." Mel remarked, before taking another long sip out of the cup that was now almost empty because of how fast she was drinking it. "How so, smart-ass?" Uncrossing his arms, Gavin raised an eyebrow at the brunette. "Because as far as I'm aware, androids don't feel pain." She explained, ignoring Gavin's childish insult. As much as Amelia disliked social interactions, she would never pass on the opportunity to annoy someone like Gavin.
"Officer Anderson is correct. Your 'roughing up' would only cause damage and that wouldn't make it talk." The android that until now stood silently announced, earning an annoyed glare from Gavin. "Deviants also have tendency to self-destruct when put in stressful situations." It continued to explain, before being cut off by Gavin. "All right, smart-ass number two. What should we do then?" Leaning off the wall and straightening his posture, the brunette asked, annoyed grin plastered across his face, as he glanced between Amelia and the android . "I could try questioning it." The android simply offered, causing Gavin to laugh out loud. "Go ahead, suspect's all yours." Waving his hand in the air after a short while, Hank said.
In a matter of seconds, the deviant hunter was on the other side of the one-way mirror, sitting down. "I detect an instability in your program." Announcing, the android slightly tilted its head to the side. "It can trigger an unpleasant feeling. Like fear in humans." It continued. "You recognise him?" Opening a file with pictures that were taken at the crime scene, the android questioned, sliding the file in front of the deviant, but it kept its head low. "It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed twenty-eight times." It continued to show more pictures to the deviant. "That was written on the wall in his blood." Silence. "You're accused of murder. Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
"You don't seem to understand the situation. You killed a human. They'll tear you apart if you don't say something." More sulking silence. "I'm here to help you, but you've gotta trust me. All I want is to get you out of here." Finally, this seemed to get a reaction out of the deviant. "What... What are they going to do to me? They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?" It looked around the empty room with wide eyes. "They're going to disassemble you to look for a problem in your bio-components. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened." The android told the truth.
"Why did you tell them you found me?" The deviant looked up with confused and sad eyes. "I was programmed to hunt deviants like you. I just accomplished my mission." It bluntly explained. "I don't want to die." Almost whispering, the deviant slightly shook its head from side to side. This was the first time you ever heard an android say such a thing. "Then talk to me." Leaning forward, the deviant hunter said. "I- I can't." It looked down once again, avoiding eye contact. the deviant hunter continued its interrogation, until--
"He tortured me every day." Finally. At that, Amelia let out a breath of relief she didn't know she was holding. "I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong..." It continued; "Then one day... He took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time, I felt scared." The android on the other side of the table only listened. "Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die. So, I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the stomach." The deviant confessed. "I felt better, so I stabbed him again... And again. There was so much blood." It almost sounded guilty. "RA9. It was written on the bathroom wall." Leaning even closer, the deviant hunter announced, before asking; "What does it mean?"
"The day shall come, when we will no longer be slaves. No more threats. No more humiliation. We will be the masters." At the deviant's word, Mel couldn't help, but uncomfortably shift in her place. "When did you start feeling emotion?" Another question. "Before he used to beat me, I never said anything... But one day I realised it wasn't fair!" It raised its voice. "I felt anger, hatred... Then I knew what I had to do." The deviant without a name explained.
"Why did you hide in the attic instead of running away?" The android tried to collect as much useful information as it possibly could, and it was doing a good job. "I didn't know what to do. For the first time, there was no one to tell me. I was scared, so I hid." A few seconds of still and tense silence passed by, before the deviant hunter slowly stood up. "I'm done." It headed towards the door with an emotionless expression. Just as it opened the door, Chris and Gavin walked in, glancing at the android next to them.
"Chris, lock it up." Gavin demand. "All right, let's go." Chris took out his handcuffs, reaching for the deviant's hands. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!" It flinched away. "The fuck are you doing? Move it!" Gavin demanded once again, this time more aggressively. The automatic door closed behind Amelia and Hank, while Chris continued to struggle with the challenging deviant. "Come on- Don't be difficult, it'll only make things harder!" The police officer grabbed the deviant by its shoulder, which gave it just enough time to reach for Chris' gun and in a blink of an eye, the deviant dropped to the ground with a bullet wound in his head. "Shit-" Amelia yelped, the gunshot clearly startling her and others. The room suddenly fell silent, as now everyone stared at the corpse of an android..
NOV 6TH, 2038
AM 09:12:07
Amelia was sent home right after the incident, but still she managed to get no sleep. To her luck, her apartment building was near the police department, meaning it only took her a few minutes by foot to get home. As soon as she arrived, Amelia was greeted by her cat, Milo. She adopted him a short while ago, after her previous roommate... moved out. Mel thought about getting a dog at first, but her landlord didn't allow it. So, cat it was. Well, no animals were allowed, meaning Milo was her little secret.
Loneliness wasn't the only reason behind adopting Milo. Amelia's therapist mentioned that animals can help or at least entertain her, while struggling. Now if that's true, Mel wasn't able to tell. Not that she didn't enjoy Milo's presence. He's absolutely adorable and loves everyone, who spends even the shortest amount of time petting him. But sometimes, Mel feels guilty for leaving him alone for most of the time with her busy schedule.
The sun's streaks escaped between the gaps of the clouds, shining through the big, french window inside Amelia's apartment on the various number of plants and flowers she had. Kneeling down, she watered the growing plants, while Milo rubbed his head against her legs. With her other free hand, Amelia scratched him behind his ears for a while, as he purred in response, before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. opening the fridge, Mel was met with empty shelves, the only things inside her fridge being leftovers, some eggs, soda cans and a few beer bottles.
Amelia grabbed the leftovers and placed them inside the microwave with a long sigh. Every day felt the same and she didn't know how to break the circle. Now as always, she fed Milo before her food was done and then Amelia ate it in silence, while sitting at the kitchen bar. Occasionally, cars honking or people shouting could be heard from the busy street right in front of her apartment building.
When she was done, Mel placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed a clean glass, filled it with water and chugged the whole thing. Placing down the empty glass on the countertop, Amelia exhaled and made her way inside the bathroom, where she washed her face and cleaned her corrective glasses, before opening the mirror-cabinet.
She was met with quite a lot of small containers full of medication and vitamins. Grabbing a yellow container with 'Vitamin B' written on it, Amelia opened it, dumped one pill in her hand and wasted no time before swallowing it. Without any liquid, it was harder, but she still managed. She took out another medication, this time with 'Ativan' written on the small box. Popping the pill out of its blister pack, she threw it in her mouth and there went another pill. While putting away her medication, Mel stared at the bottle entitled 'Nardil' for a while, feeling the awfully familiar taste in her mouth just by looking at it. Swallowing hard, Amelia shut the mirror-cabinet and stormed out of the bathroom.
Putting on her shoes and jacket over her uniform that she still had on from her previous shift, Amelia quickly grabbed her phone, wallet, keys, pack of cigarettes with the lighter inside and stuffed all of it inside her pockets. Throwing one last glance at her apartment, the corners of her lips turned into a small, soft smile at the sight of Milo sprawled on his back, before turning off the lights and leaving, making sure to lock the door behind her. Living on the 3rd floor, Amelia had access to the elevator, but she chose the stairs to avoid any awkward elevator situations.
When she exited the building, she took out a cigarette, placed it in-between her lips and lit it up. During her walk to the department, Amelia looked around the streets of Detroit and observed other people. As weird as it might sound, she was only trying to keep her mind entertained. There was a lot of people in suits, walking rather quickly, most of them shouting at their phones, shouting at each other, cars honking and people attempting to stop passing taxis. A lot of people were also followed by androids mostly carrying bags and trying to keep up with their owners.
Ten minutes passed by and before she knew it, Amelia was already walking in the department. At the front desk, she was met with a young-looking android with a soft and welcoming smile. "Good morning, officer." It greeted her, the smile never leaving its face. "Good morning." Mel offered the android a tired smile, while handing it her ID card for identification. "Access approved." The android handed back her ID. "Thank you." She nodded and walked away, while noticing how much the front desks were occupied lately.
Taking off her jacket and placing it on the back of her chair, Amelia sat down and popped open the energy drink she bought in the vending machine on her way in. Leaning back in her chair, Mel was about to take a sip, but before she could do so, she was interrupted. "Officer Anderson?"..
WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC
summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.
versions; WATTPAD | AO3
002. I AM ALIVE
NOV 5TH, 2038
PM 11:31:28
OH, HOW AMELIA wished she was back at the department, sitting in the comfort of her dry chair, but no. Instead, she was pushing her way through the loud crowd of photographs and nosy people, in an attempt to get to the crime scene and get her job done. Hands inside her pockets, Amelia felt the cold rain pouring down at her, soaking her police uniform, but a wet uniform was the least of her worries at the moment.
According to Caption Fowler and her colleagues, this was Mel's chance.
It's been a long time since Amelia has investigated a murder scene, so as soon as she stepped into the victim's house, she stopped in her tracks the second the stench hit her nose. Her face scrunched in disgust, and she could feel her stomach tightening.
The victim's name was Carlos Ortiz and he was murdered, that's everything Amelia knew when she arrived and with all honestly, she didn't want to know more. Mel's usually a rather curious person, but not when it comes to gruesome murder scenes. Damp strands of dark hair stuck to Amelia's face, as she couldn't help, but shiver at the cold weather. Letting out a sigh, the brunette removed her hands from her pockets, pushing back her hair, before she begun to look around the dark house.
One of the few first things Amelia has noticed were the other police officers and the CSI team in their creepy suits, searching for evidence, while carefully stumbling around the room. What Amelia landed her eyes on next caught her off guard. "I AM ALIVE" Perfectly written in red substance, that was clearly blood with the victim's rotting body laying underneath. Once again, Mel felt her stomach twist, as she gulped down.
Taking out her notepad, Amelia started to take notes of everything she could possibly lay her eyes on. The more information, the better. "Jesus! That smell! Collins, one of the detectives, loudly complained while making his way inside the house, with more people following him. "Was even worse before we opened the windows." Collins explained, before catching up the people who have just arrived on what they know so far. "The victim's name's Carlos Ortiz. He has a record for theft and aggravated assault." The detective continued; "According to the neighbours, he was kind of a loner... Stayed inside most of the time, they hardly ever saw him." Collins awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
"Uhh, state's he's in... Wasn't worth calling everybody out in the middle of the night." Amelia immediately recognised that voice, yet she continued pretending to be busy, as she silently listened to their conversation. "Could've waited 'till the morning--" Mel could barely hear the rest of the sentence over her own startled gasp, when a hand was suddenly placed on top of her shoulder. Her head quickly snapped over her shoulder, just to be met with one the many police officers, Chris Miller.
"Woah there!" Raising his hands in surrender at Amelia's harsh movement, Chris let out a chuckle. "Someone's on the edge, huh?" Chris furrowed his brows, as Mel only shook her head from side to side. "Sorry, I kind of just zoned out." She explained, earning a small nudge in her shoulder from Chris. "Glad you're here. I didn't think you'd actually show up." He admitted, causing Amelia to let out a sigh, before offering a small, tight-lipped smile. "Neither did I."
The duo separated, as Chris begun to collect evidence and Amelia continued to study the dead body. From what she could see, there was over twenty stab wounds on the victim's body, the kitchen knife that laid not too far away possibly being the murder weapon.
"Chris, was this written in the victim's blood?" Hank called out from the other side of the room, while Amelia tried to hide in the dark corners of the house, away from everyone's eyes. "I would say so. We're taking samples for analysis." Chris responded.
Done with her notes at the moment, Amelia was about to hide her pen, when it so happened to fall on the floor with a quiet thud. A small groan escaped the brunette's lips out of annoyance. Mel kneeled down and reached for her pen. But she never got it back. Because the second a member of the CSI team walked by, they managed to kick the pen by accident, sending it flying away. Literally. Immediately, Amelia gave up on finding it inside the dark, messy house.
Letting out a sigh, Mel stood up. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a new presence, yet she couldn't bother to look. "Victim was stabbed around twenty times, I'd say. Possibly more." Amelia remarked to the person who stood next to her, assuming it was another police officer or detective. "Twenty-eight times." Masculine voice corrected her.
"How can you be so sure--" Whipping her head to the side, the words died inside Amelia's throat as soon as her eyes landed on the person- android that stood by her side this whole time. Amelia continued to stare in shock, as the android turned its head in her direction. Mel was met with a pair of deep brown eyes. If it wasn't for the small flickering LED light on it's temple, she'd believe it was one of the police officers or detectives.
"Seems like the killer really had it in for him." Out of nowhere, Hank joined the two of them, causing Amelia's head to turn away from the android. "Seems like the two of you already met." Hank muttered. "You got an android..? You?" Furrowing her eyebrows, Amelia started at the older man. "Hell no. Apparently it's here to help with the investigation and then it's on its way to wherever the fuck it was made." Hank explained, rolling his eyes.
Pursing her lips, Amelia simply nodded in response, having nothing more to say or ask about. Everyone had their opinions on androids and Mel couldn't blame Hank for his. Amelia on the other hand thought they were interesting, even when she didn't have the chance to work with one just yet. It was almost hard to believe such smart machines were created by humans. Same humans that despite androids.
"Lieutenant, officer--" The android called out to the duo, yet stopped in the middle of the sentence, when it came to a realization. It didn't know Amelia's name. "Anderson." She simply announced, which caused the android's gaze flicker between her and Hank. At that, Amelia bit the inside of her cheek, Holding back another sigh.
"I think I've figured out what happened." The android finally explained. "Oh, yeah?" Crossing his arms over his chest, Hank said; "Shoot. I'm all ears." And so, it did. "It all started..."
The next few minutes, Amelia and Hank spend following the android around the victim's house. At that moment, Mel couldn't help but wish she brought more writing equipment with her, as the android's theory was making sense, lining up with all the evidence. Before they knew it, the three of them ended up near the back door, where also the attic entry was.
Hank stayed behind, while Amelia watched the android climb up a chair and into the attic. Without a single word, it made its way inside. Amelia anxiously crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze never leaving the dark entryway. That was until heavy footsteps approaching caught her attention, causing her to look over her shoulder.
"What if the deviant is there and attacks him?" Amelia asked Hank, curious rather than worried. "Him?" Furrowing his eyebrows, Hank glared at the brunette who stood in front of him. "What?" Amelia slightly tilted her head to the side out of confusion. "You called it a 'he'." Hank explained, but before Amelia could explain that it must have been an accident, she was interrupted by the android itself calling out from the attic. "It's here, Lieutenant!"
"Holy shit..." Hank muttered with surprise, stumbling back a little bit. "Chris, Ben! Get your asses in here now!" He shouted, before returning his attention the Amelia. "Step aside." Hank's word made Amelia upset, but she chose to follow the man's order, knowing that wasn't the right time to argue..
( AUTHOR'S NOTE : omg, amelia is related to hank??đ§đ§ what an original plotâźď¸âźď¸ jk jk, i still wanted to address that tho- i know that's a "plot" in like every other dbh fanfic and trust me when i say i tried to re-write so it wouldn't be like that, but this way it's just more fun and hopefully y'all understand,, also hank's cool :pp )
WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC
summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.
versions; WATTPAD | AO3
001. PROLOGUE
NOV 3RD, 2038
PM 01:02:46
HANDS GRIPPING THE bathroom sink, Amelia closed her eyes shut, staying still in that same position for a while. Suddenly, she turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to keep herself awake. Amelia raised her head to stare at herself in the mirror, staring at the eye bags that hung underneath her eyes like curtains and her chapped lips. Not being able to look at herself anymore, Amelia straightened her posture, quickly fixed her hair and put on her glasses. And with a long sigh, she left the bathroom.
The police department seemed rather quiet today, which gave the young officer an idea. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from inside her locker, she hoped no one would notice or mind if she extended her lunch break for a while.
Amelia pushed the exit door open, after making sure nobody's around and placed the cigarette between her lips, before lightninging it up. She slowly exhaled the cloud of smoke, millions of thoughts rushing through her mind, as she tried to push them away. Amelia didn't feel like dealing with any of it at the moment.
The sudden click of the door next to Amelia send a wave of panic rushing through her body, causing her to gasp for air out of shock. But instead of breathing in, she accidentally inhaled the cigarette smoke and begun to cough. Covering her mouth with the palm of her hand, she turned her back to the person who just walked out, still trying to catch her breath.
"Jesus, kid..." The older man's words echoed in Mels's ears, as he harshly patted her upper back. She could finally breath again. "Hank." Amelia simply greeted, turning around to face him. Without another word, she raised the still burning cigarette to her lips, ready to inhale, when--
"Hey! What was that for?" Throwing her hands in the air, Amelia angrily objected, after Hank took the cigarette from in-between her fingers, threw it on the ground and stomped on it. "Shit like that kills you." He explained with a stoic expression, before leaning his back against the brick wall behind him, arms crossed over his chest.
Amelia's hands fell freely to her sides, as she glared at the man in front of her for a few seconds in silence. She was finishing her cigarette no matter what. Pulling out the small box out of her back pocket, she slowly shook her head from side to side while doing so. "You're the one to talk." Mel replied to Hank's previous statement with a brand-new cigarette resting between her lips, as she offered the pack of cigarettes to Hank.
After staring at the pack for a while, he let out a quick noise and took one. Amelia leaned against the wall, crossing her ankles. It was silent for a while, expect for the occasional inhales and exhales coming from the two of them.
"I was in Fowler's office earlier." Amelia broke the tense silence out of nowhere. "I've heard." Keeping his eyes on the scenery, Hank responded. "He says I should work with you on homicide cases and all that instead of just doing paperwork." She simply explained, leaning the back of her head against the wall and looking up at the grey sky.
"Maybe it's for the better. Think about it." Inhaling in the smoke one last time, Hank threw the finished cigarette on the ground and left, leaving Amelia once again alone. "What do you think I've been doing this whole time..." Mel muttered under her breath, letting out a quiet scoff.
Ever since she joined the DPD, Amelia preferred to sit behind her desk and do paperwork. She also had hard time with social relationships. It's not like she hated people, though. But right now, she couldn't afford getting fired, because of her poor social skills and strong dislike towards social interactions.
Which might be one of the reasons why she had to think about Fowler's words. Maybe joining Hank and others could help Amelia to get better, even if it was hard to believe...
( AUTHOR'S NOTE : quick prologue! hopefully it's not that awful, lol. feedback would be appreciated, love y'all!! )

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WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC
summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.
versions; WATTPAD | AO3
â CHAPTERS ::
001. PROLOGUE
002. I AM ALIVE
003. INTERROGATION
004. DISTRACTION
005. DEVIANTS
006. THE TRUTH
CONNOR.
â FANFICTIONS ::
wounded souls.
ďš#DETROIT BECOME HUMANďš
connor ,,
chaotic good, chaotic neutral and lawful neutral đđ
RIDING THE BUS.
MASTERLIST | G!N READER
authorâs note : the title explains it all. just... how certain AOT characters ride the bus, cuz why notđđ also iâve been taking the bus almost everyday for the past 5 years and iâm so fucking sick of itđđ
characters : hange zoĂŤ, levi ackerman, eren yeager, armin arlert, annie leonhart
- hange zoĂŤ
will sit at whatever seatâs emptyâźď¸âźď¸ and if none or empty, they donât mind standing for a while. they lowkey think itâs funnyâ yk, trying to keep the balance and shit. def fell, when the bus driver made a sudden turnđđ theyâre LOUD without even realizingđ likeâ theyâre just trying to have a convo with you or sum random old lady, but unintentionally speak (and laugh) loudly...
- levi ackerman
would never step a foot inside a bus for many obvious reasons. thatâs it.
- eren yeager
ALWAYS has to sit in the backâ usually puts in headphones, looks outside the window and pretends to be the main character or idkđđ so dramatic and for whatâď¸âď¸ emo people, istgđ i feel like heâs the type to put his foot on top of something just to look â¨coolâ¨. (i do all of theseđđ -eren kinnie)
- armin arlert
sits very quietly and tries to take up as less place as possibleđđ probably reads a book depending on the length of the rideâ
- annie leonhart
attempts to avoid public transport𤡠but if she has no other choice, she can be very similar to arminâ only differences are that she tries to not take as much space for HER OWN sake and prefers headphones over books in this scenarioâźď¸âźď¸
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Summary: After the Battle of Trost the barracks are empty. Right when you don't think you can handle being alone, you receive a visitor unexpectedly. Annie finds herself in an unusual state of mind.
cottagecanon | ao3 | wattpad | art | âŤ
Word Count: 8.6k
Authorâs Note: here's some more blatant miscommunication re: annie not actually being able to talk about what's bothering her! i've also had some inquiry about the backstory for Annie's reader in my little fic world -- i intend to explore that in a different aspect each chapter as well
The battle of Trost was many of the cadetsâ first encounters with Titans face to face, but it was not yours. Youâd seen them before, five years ago when the Wall fell. You remembered the way their footsteps shook the very ground you stood on. The hot, coppery scent of blood mixed with something inhuman and terrifying clogs all of your senses.
Whenever Wall Maria fell, you were just a child. But you will never forget what you saw on that day. And as much as it changed you, this was worse. The amount of death, and gore. It was unthinkable.
Fear takes over quickly, and youâre torn between freezing in horror and running as fast as your legs will take you. If you hadnât been on the back of a horse, youâd be dead. Sometimes you wish that you had died, too, with everything that was lost. Everything you had seen.
Seeing the carnage from Titans never grew any less horrifying, no matter what the scenario was or how
But fighting them? That was so much worse. It was worse because this time you saw everything. Limbs being torn from people you knew and were friends with. Your comrades in arms, the people you used to sleep next to and eat with, crushed and bitten and ripped and stepped on, all right in front of your eyes.
Twenty minutes after the gates have broken, you watched your first squad get picked off one by one. You and one other survivor barely made it out, by luck alone. Until youâre able to meet up with somebody you know, you run along rooftops to try and save gas.
After the tides turn, you try hard not to get separated from your friends. Youâre careful to swing high around even the small Titans as you zip down an alleyway to clear the path for Eren and the massive boulder that rests on his shoulder.
You make your first kill right then, as you zoom up behind a small Titan, maybe 5 or 6 meters in height. Youâre so caught up in the adrenaline and pride in yourself that you donât realize whatâs happened until you hear the screaming from behind you.
It all happens so fast. You hook your maneuvering gear to the lightning rod of a nearby building, just to get away. In the time it takes for you to get to your vantage point and turn around, itâs too late for you to help.
A titan crawling on its hands and knees catches one of your squadmates by the wires of their gear and yanks him to the floor. The only other survivor from your first group runs to help, but the Titan is faster. It grabs him around the chest and squeezes, and then you lose him too.
The rest of you freeze, overcome with shock. Some people cry, you included. It seems like ages have passed with everyone staring in horror as the Titan goes back and forth. When it turns its attention away from its prey, it lunges for a rooftop. The cadet who is perched on top screams and frantically looks for another place to run.
Itâs a miracle that the Survey Corps arrive when they do. They zip through the alleyway at the speed of sound, quietly and full of determination. Barely does it take their effort to slay what had been an untouchable monster seconds before.
The casualties are insurmountable. You end the day alone, again. Blood thatâs grown cold soaks your clothes and chills you down to the bone, so much more visceral than anything youâve ever known.
Humanity won, but was it really a victory?
207 dead or missing, and 897 injured. It was nothing compared to when Wall Maria fell but you hadnât been on the front lines back then. It was so different to drag piles of dead bodies (or pieces of them) into town squares to be burned. It was so different to have every turn you take be filled with more horror and death.
The first time you saw the blood, you witnessed the horror. But you were saved that night, and the sacrifice on your behalf gave you meaning. This time? It was just death around every corner.
The first time that night falls after the battle ends, you go back to the military barracks you were assigned to when you first arrived in Trost. There are only a couple of others in the showers, so you take your time getting clean. You stand under the water for quite a long time trying to wash the blood off. You even stay once the water runs clear.
You take your time in the showers, intending to get as much time to yourself as you can. So whenever you return to an empty room it surprises you â there were four beds in a dorm room, with a bunk against each wall.
It shouldnât be empty. Between how late you got back and how long you took showering, everyone else should be back. At least somebody.
It hits you along with a wave of nausea. One of them was on your first squad. You canât recall seeing the other two all day. You realize that youâre the only one out of them who is still alive.
That morning four girls had woken up in that room. You didnât know them well, but youâre sick over the fact that you didnât know it would be the last time youâd seen them.
You vomit in the trash can.
Once everything is out and youâre gagging on an empty stomach, you sob to yourself as you stare at the empty beds around you. There were still belongings strewn about the room, discarded pajamas, and half-unpacked travel bags. Are you supposed to get rid of this stuff? Will someone else eventually clear it out?
Whether itâs because youâre lost to your crying or due to well-oiled hinges, you donât notice when the door creaks open. Only when you hear a gentle knock do you realize that youâre no longer alone.
After quickly wiping away your tears, you turn to look at the entryway to see Annie, looking smaller than usual. The hood of her jacket is pulled up to cover her face, and her face is shadowed. Her eyes are hollow and red, obviously swollen.
âYouâre here,â she sniffles, âI mean, alive.â
You nod. âYou too, huh?â
She looks down at her feet. âItâll take more than that to get rid of me.â
âYouâre crying,â she points out, like she doesnât know what to do with that information. Like she hasnât obviously been crying, too.
Itâs a struggle to shove your feelings down. You try to wipe your eyes with the backs of your hands.
âIâm okay,â you try to insist, although youâre painfully aware of how shaky your voice sounds, âI just feel sick. I threw up.â
âOhâŚâ she replies, hesitating in the doorway. âI can leave you alone then. Sorry.â
Annie reaches for the doorknob again, and you canât help but protest. You hadnât meant for her to leave, just to make her think you were holding yourself together better than you are. The last thing you needed now was to look weak in front of one of the only people who you want to have a high opinion of you.
âWait no! Come back,â you plead. You worry that itâll come off as desperate, but the emptiness of the room âYou could stayâŚâ
âFine, okay,â she says, but pulls a face as she distastefully eyes the trash can you had barfed in moments ago, âJust brush your teeth first, yeah?â
Embarrassment floods through you, and your cheeks darken. âOh my god. Yeah, my toothbrush is in here.â
As you dig through the bag with shaking hands, you soon find the small pouch where you keep the brush and some toothpaste, which you squeeze directly in your mouth while Annie has her back turned. She glances down the hallway to make sure no one sees her sneaking in before she closes the door.
You quickly brush your teeth over the trash can, then spit the rest of it out and tie the bag closed. Then you kick it far, far away on the other side of the room where you canât see it.
When you come back to sit on the bed, you find that Annie is already there. She sits folded up on her knees with her hands shoved deep into her pockets.
âIâm not crying,â she sniffles, âthis is just because I got smoke in my eyes.â
Itâs one of the more obvious lies sheâs told, but you donât argue with her.
âOh,â you nod, âyeah, me too. Itâs the smoke.â
Now that sheâs closer, you can see more details of her face. Her eyes arenât just red and swollen; her entire face is puffy. Sheâs viscerally upset in a way that you canât ever remember seeing her before. Lip trembling, hands shaking, and tears pouring from her eyes. Sheâs barely holding back tears.
You place your hand on her shoulder, and Annie flinches.
She avoids looking at you but begins to cry harder. You arenât sure whether youâre upsetting her more or if sheâs just having a hard time processing. You rub your thumb along her hoodie for a minute.
âIâm sorry,â is all that she says, âIâm sorry.â
Annie suddenly begins to sob, and sheâs crying so intensely that she isnât breathing. Her face goes from red to purple to nearly blue. Itâs then that you take her by the shoulders and start to get genuinely concerned.
âOh my god, you need to breathe,â you urge, wrapping one arm around her shoulder from behind and putting the other on top of her chest.
You force her to sit up straight, and finally, she gasps. Your hand rises as her lungs refill. She breathes raggedly and for once, lets you hold her for a minute. She buries her head into your shoulder and soaks the fabric of your shirt. All you do is hold her for as long as she lets you.
Finally, she pulls away.
âIâm sorry,â she repeats, again.
Sheâs nearly rocking back and forth with an expression unreadable aside from the panic in her eyes. She covers her head with her hands.
âAnnie, Iâm worried about you. Youâre not afraid of anything.â
âIâm not afraid, Iâm just disgusted,â she spits, eyes wild. âPeople that⌠People we knew died today and I â Iâm such a hypocrite!â (she scoffs) âSo many people died and Iâm here letting you comfort me.â
Your heart sinks, and you hope to think that you know what sheâs feeling â there was no reason that any of you survived beyond luck, and who knows what she witnessed when you werenât around. All you know is that youâd seen more than your fill of horror for a lifetime.
âHey, no. Donât do that. You were so good out there today. One of the best of us all!â you frantically try to recount everything, though your memory eludes you at the moment. âYou killed like, a bunch of Titans out there. I only killed one and I almost messed it up. But you were on fire. You saved peopleâs lives â we all saw you save Connie.â
Annieâs fingers clench in her hair, and she yanks it hard. âYeah⌠but you donât understand,â she groans, gritting her teeth and crying bitterly. âMaybe I am getting too attachedâŚâ
She swats your hand away when you try to touch her shoulder this time.
You canât think of anything to say, so you just frown. âAnnieâŚâ
She sighs as if the weight of the world rests on her shoulders.
For a moment, you remain quiet. After a beat, you push past her protests and plant your hand on her shoulder, squeezing.
âIsnât it better to try and fight than to just give up?â
Tears well up in her eyes. âNo,â Annie shakes her head, âMy biggest dream is to give up.â
She chokes on a sob and takes a moment to catch her breath before she continues shakily.
âI donât care about any of this anymore. Iâm so tiredâŚâ and with that, something inside of her cracks. A barrier falls and tears flood down her cheeks. âI want to go home.â
Thereâs a faraway look on her face that looks completely defeated. As soon as she lets herself slump into your arms, she all but gives up. The next thing you know youâre the only thing standing between her and full-on breakdown.
A panic stirs in your gut, that goes beyond just simply unsettling. Seeing her cry was jarring enough, but Annie was quickly devolving to a place youâre not familiar with. Her breathing quickens and she looks absolutely terrified, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
You think back to the only other time sheâd cried in front of you, and try to remember why she had been so upset or what youâd done to comfort her. Thereâs a vague memory of not knowing back then, either. One minute sheâd been telling you about her childhood and her training, and the next she was crying.
You certainly remember being pushed away when you tried to embrace her. Was that the first night youâd held her hand? And now, even as she loses it in front of you, you find yourself blushing like a schoolgirl. You place your hand over hers and gently interlock your fingers from above.
Youâre about to pull her into a hug when Annie gives you a strange look.
âYou never told me how your parents died,â she says, out of nowhere.
Youâre taken aback. It takes you a minute to process.
And then another minute to realize that sheâs expecting an answer from you.
âOh, um. They didnâtââ you stutter, awkwardly, âtheyâre, uh, not dead.â
She sits up straight, and you lose your hold on her. âYou told me that your family died when Wall Maria fell.â
âThey did. My parents didnât raise me. Come back, please,â you frown.
Surprisingly, Annie looks a little miffed. She throws your arm back to you. âYouâve never once talked about them, or gone to visit them.â
You shrug, though you feel self-conscious.
âSo?â A blush stains your cheeks and ears. âI donât talk to them.â
Annie stares at you.
âIâve known you for three years, and this whole time youâve had parents and a home?â she questions, in a way that feels very judgemental.
âNo, I havenât!â youâre a little taken aback, so you sit up as well. âWhy do you care so much about this anyway? Stop interrogating me.â
Annie scoffs. âTrust me, this is not an interrogation. I just canât believe that I didnât know that about you,â she scrunches up her nose in thought, âor maybe I never asked... I canât believe you donât talk to your parents. What did they do â are they assholes or something?â
âI mean, yeah,â you reply, getting defensive, âDo you think Iâm just a horrible daughter?â
She shrugs. âPeople can be complicated.â
If thatâs supposed to be comforting, itâs not. You sigh.
âThereâs a reason I joined the military in the first place, and why I still donât talk to them now. Iâm not a bad person.â
Tears shine in Annieâs eyes, and your concern mounts.
She shakes her head. âYouâre not⌠Iâm sorry.â
Youâre still upset but she was obviously at a moment of emotional overwhelm. It wouldnât help to push her, but this was a matter of pride.
âI wasnât lying, you know,â you explain, âeverybody who mattered to me died when the Wall fell five years ago. My parents just happen to be the only ones not there. There was a reason for that, too.â
When you look over, you see that Annie has shifted to face you. A moment of silence passes, and then she tucks her hair behind her ear. Itâs not quite shy, more on the guilty side.
âCan you tell me what happened that night?â she asks. Her voice is surprisingly soft, and thereâs something sensitive, maybe even vulnerable behind the mask she wears.
You freeze up. Annie notices your discomfort and takes your hands in hers. She scoots closer to you and wipes her tears away.
âI never asked. I knew you lost people but I couldnât hear it,â she admits, and youâre shocked to see how close she is to falling apart as she stumbles over her words; âIâmâm so fucked up beyond belief for only asking now, after today.â Her shoulders sag, and it âbut for some reason, youâre the only p-person here thatâs keeping it together.â
The only person keeping it together? Thatâs a fat crock of shit. You eye the corner where the trash can youâd yakked in was hidden away. You were resoundingly NOT holding anything together.
Your chin wobbles, and your voice cracks. âHoly shit, that does not feel true. Iâm freaking out. I watched people have their limbs ripped off, get bitten in half. I almost died about ten times. Why am I here while so many others are dead?â
You let yourself slump down on the bed, defeated. By the time you look over again at Annie, itâs like sheâs long gone.
It was too much. She let down her barriers for just a moment only to short-circuit. Any vulnerability sheâd let come forth is withdrawn in an instant. Her face falls, and twists in anguish before wiping completely clear. Emotionless. She screws her eyes shut.
Tears stream down her cheeks but she doesnât say a word. She begins to shake, and she looks like sheâs seen a ghost. Eventually, when she opens her eyes, thereâs a faraway look on her face.
Annieâs lower lip trembles. Her hands are shaking and she looks like sheâs about to snap. âI donât know,â she sobs, âWhy⌠do I have toâ?â
Her face drains of blood and for a moment, youâre actually afraid for her. She doesnât look present, just overtaken by hysteria. Biting down on your lip, hard, itâs all you can do to stop yourself from bursting into tears.
Yet Annie beats you to it. She slaps a hand over her mouth and completely loses her composure once again.
âYouâre shitting me⌠you asshole!â she cries, âN-noâ I donât want to. I wonâtâŚâ
Before, you could get through to her, but now she's unreachable. The emotions come on so suddenly that you donât even have time to react. You try to sit up and hug her, but she flattens her hand on your chest to keep you down.
âOh, Annie,â you soothe from afar, placing your hand on top of hers. She just swats you away, then crumples in on herself with her face buried in her hands.
âNo⌠Oh, no. Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry. I didnât want to. I donât want toâŚâ
At this point, you gain recognition that sheâs not talking directly to you, just channeling her pain in a very weird, confusing way. Itâs a little scary, but you want her to feel like she can come to you. You just keep your distance until she cries herself out.
âItâs not fair,â she sniffles, âThis is so much more than I ever signed up for. I donât want to do this anymore.â
Then your heart breaks for her, just as it aches for everyone who fought or died today. You feel as if she voiced the same emotions youâre feeling. You wish you could run away, live together somewhere undisturbed by life and all these troubles.
What a far-fetched dream that seemed like⌠Youâd be lucky to make it until the end of the year before you were eaten in the line of duty.
âYouâll be in the interior soon enough,â you remind her, âyou wonât have to fight Titans again.â
She shakes her head. âThatâs not even what I mean. Itâs so complicated, Y/N.â
Itâs obvious that thereâs a lot on her mind, and the way she always bottles it up is clearly taking a toll on her. Sheâs heavy, burdened.
In an attempt to give her space to talk, you ask: âWhat do you mââ
ââI donât want to talk about it.â
Well, so much for that.
Annie is visibly agitated. Sheâs bone-tired enough to never move from that spot on your bed, but her eyes flit back and forth, round and round and her brain spins. Tears well up in her eyes.
You want to touch her again.
âHeyâŚâ you whisper, as you lean over to her, and then slowly position yourself next to her so you can pull her into your arms again.
Maybe youâre young, but you love her. Even if you donât really know how to tell her, or even if you thought she wanted you to hear it. Something so strong as an âI love youâ would be sure to send her running for the hills.
Instead, you play with her hair. You give her a place to come whenever sheâs scared or vulnerable and you donât judge her. Itâs the least you can do when she trusts you like this.
âIâll do whatever I have to to stay alive,â she says, âIâm not a good person.â
âI think thatâs okay, Annie,â you soothe, pulling her back into you. âA lot of us would. Itâs human to want to live and it doesnât make you bad.â
She doesnât fight your embrace, but she doesnât exactly return it. Instead of relying on her permission to let you in, you wind your arms around her tightly, tucking her head on your shoulder.
âYouâre not any worse than the rest of us survivors,â you tell her, âafter the battle, weâre all lucky to be here right now.â
You half expect her to cry again, but she seems hollow. She doesnât argue. The air is heavy with tension, but Annie responds with some sniffles and a sigh.
It looks like she wants to say something that just wonât come out or something that she canât find words for. Her voice dies at the back of her throat as she tries and fails to get out words.
Annie lets out a broken sob. âI miss my dad,â she cries, âI want to go home.â
For a moment she seems like a lost little kid. You rub her back soothingly, and finally, after a deep shuddering exhale, something inside of her melts away and she lets you really comfort her. She nuzzles into your neck needily.
After that, there really isnât that much to say. Itâs worse to think about everything that has happened in the past 24 hours, so you try to think of something to say, anything to say.
But youâre so overcome with dread that words fail you.
Annie shudders. Her cheek nuzzles into you and the fabric of your shirt grows tight, like sheâs pulling onto it. For a little while, you just let her get the emotional release out of her system.
But after a certain point, she seems lost to it. The sobbing borders on inconsolable so you wrap your arms around her tightly. It traps her in place, and when she struggles against you you fear that youâve made a horrible mistake. But just as quickly and violently, she stops moving altogether.
Youâre about to straight-up check for a pulse when you feel her let out a deep exhale. Her limbs tighten around you, and though itâs more of a desperate struggle to cling to you than a true embrace you still feel your heartbeat quickening.
One of her hands stays rooted in your shirt, and the other presses against the skin of the back of your neck. Her fingers gently trace on the back and sides of your neck while her palm remains firmly against your skin. Her breathing slows to normalcy again.
Closeness between you and Annie wasnât something new by this point, but the days where youâd be able to be with her were quickly coming to an end. And while no breakup was ever discussed, the imminent graduation and the knowledge Annie would leave for the Military Police kept hanging over your heads.
No matter where you chose, you wouldnât see her anymore. No more dorm room rendezvous or sneaking out past curfew into the woods. For now, all you could really think about was how grateful you were that if nothing else, Annie would be safe in the interior.
You push away thoughts of what it would be like when youâre scattered across the walls. It makes you sick to think that with all the death and loss, you still have to say goodbye to the one person who matters most of all. Knowing she was alive would have to be enough.
For now you cling to her, and think about how soft her hair is. Will you be able to remember in a few months the way she rests her head on your shoulder? The way her breath puffs onto the skin of your collarbone, or with the way youâre holding her you can feel her ribs expanding as she breathes.
And then for just a brief snippet of time, everything is perfect. The horrors of the world arenât gone, but youâre not facing them alone. You have Annie.
But as always, after a certain point, she decides that sheâs done. Whether itâs affection or compassion that she grows weary of, you donât know. But you canât say youâre surprised when she worms her way out of your embrace, and the moment ends.
She doesnât go far, just to lean against the wall about a foot away. She doesnât even shake your embrace, keeping your arm wrapped around her shoulder.
âI know your parents are assholes,â she says, âso tell me about the rest of your family.â
âUh, okay, so,â you stutter out nervously, âI lived with my grandparents on my momâs side. They were farmers. They were my momâs parents. Um, Iâm the oldest. I have two younger brothers, Samuel and Joseph.â
You stop talking. For a second, you canât breathe.
âI had two younger brothers,â you correct.
Annie shakes her head, pressing her eyes shut.
A long moment passes.
âHow long did you live with them?â she asks.
âAbout four years? I used to spend time there before that, though. My grandparentâs house was way out in the country, and I loved the animals. They taught me how to take care of all of them, and how to cook.â
Thereâs a look on her face, but Annie doesnât say anything.
âThey had a dog, too. A big cattle-herding one that loved to run around and play. Most of the dogs in the cities were strays, the kind you couldn't really pet.â
âIâm more of a cat person,â she admits, though you manage to draw a wistful smile out of her as briefly, she thinks of fuzzy tails and squishy paws.
A few moments of silence pass, then Annie asks: âYour parents lived in the interior?â
You nod. âYeah, Wall Sina. It was one of the gate cities â the one on the right, Stohess. My father was a legacy banker. Like his father before him and probably my brothers down the line, if they were here.
She nods as she listens, but doesnât react with any recognition.
So you continue on. âItâs full of rich snobs, organized crime, and those crazy Wallists. Thereâs a whole sect of them growing in the city, they even built themselves a little pantheon a few years ago. There are services like, every day of the week.â
Annieâs nose wrinkles.
You move on quickly and pray she doesnât ask more about your parents or the Church specifically, lest you have to go into detail that youâre not ready to give. Youâre quick to change the subject.
âIâm not a city girl anyway, and I loved the countryside in Wall Maria. I wish I could take you there. I bet my grandparents would have really liked you.â
Annie blushes and shakes her head, looking down. âThatâs not true. Iâm not⌠the kind of person you can take home. They wouldnât like me.â
âThatâs not trueâŚâ you counter, quick to comfort her. âDonât get upset, okay? Thereâs no one alive that Iâd want to know about you.â
âSo I guess that means meeting your parents is out, then?â
You laugh out loud. âMy parents donât even like ME âŚâ and though your chest tightens, you try to keep on laughing, âbut my father would be happy to never see me again.â
âWhy would you say that?â Annie asks. For the first time in the conversation, she looks upset. And not in an emotional way, but one tinted with anger.
Scoffing in disbelief, you pull your knees up to your chest. âHe was happier when I told him I was joining the military than he was to see me alive after the Wall fell. I think he blamed me for my brothersâ deaths.â
Although sheâs still pulling an odd grimace, she nods and lifts her eyes to meet yours.
âIâm sorry you donât have anyone,â she mutters, âItâs hard when you canât go home for the holidays, or when youâre the only person not getting letters from family.â
Thereâs a pause, which grows even more awkward the longer you donât talk. Annie continues to glare, and you donât understand why sheâs so
You rub the back of your neck, embarrassed. âIâve gotten a few letters from my momâŚâ
âIâve never seen you write back,â she narrows her eyes.
âI donât reply to her,â you confess, âThereâs nothing to say and she only talks about herself.â
âOhâŚâ Annie says. She avoids eye contact, looking off to the side and down at the floor.
You can tell something is still bothering her.
You know that youâre leaving her in the dark, but after the day youâve had, all you want is to think of better things. There are reasons you havenât told her every detail of your past and you certainly werenât ready to spill them when you were in the middle of a completely different crisis.
âAnnie,â you begin, âYou have to understandââ
She shakes her head. âYouâre just lucky that someone writes to you. Thatâs all,â she says, âI would write letters to my dad if I could.â
You look away, embarrassed. From the very little you knew about him, you didnât realize Annie was particularly close to her dad. In fact, one of the things that initially brought you together was reveling in what little freedom you had in the dorms compared to what your home lives had been like.
There must be something about their relationship you donât understand for her to react like this. Maybe he was the only living relative she had left, though in your case, the dislike for your parents goes so deep that itâs tainted your ability to be objective on the matter.
You made your choice on the matter. Itâs okay if she didnât agree with it, but the idea that she didnât respect the idea gets to you.
âWhatâs stopping you?â you ask, begrudgingly.
Annie huffs, and for a moment, you deeply regret having said anything.
âItâs not important. I mean, itâs complicated,â she snaps, âI donât want to talk about it, okay?â
A nasty look is all it takes for you to look away and drop the subject. âJust because my father doesnât send me a letter asking me about my feelings every month doesnât mean that he doesnât want me to come back home.â
You pipe back up, to defend your very honor. âThat is not what I said at all.â
âWell, what else could you mean? Just because your father doesnât write to you doesnât mean that he doesnât want you to come home. He still loves you.â
Itâs hard to suppress the laugh that bubbles up with that retort. You werenât trying to imply anything about her dad either way, even if you did think he was a little bit of a jerk. Okay, maybe a big jerk.
But your dad, on the other hand, is a grade-A, narcissistic piece of shit who never thought about anybody but himself. Heâs a complete asshole and itâs a damn pleasure not to know him anymore. Even if you did get the impression that he cared (he didnât), you still wouldnât want anything to do with him. The military was less than ideal, but it was an escape before you came of age.
Itâs obvious that the subject brings up an insecurity that Annie wasnât ready to talk about, so you try to move on. You lean back with your head against the wall, exhaling.
âCan we just talk about something else entirely please?â you beg. âIâll even tell you about the night Wall Maria fell if we can just stop talking about our fucking parents.â
Annie laughs through her nose, so subtly you couldâve missed it. She doesnât even smile, but itâs enough to dissipate the tension surrounding the two of you. The atmosphere grows heavy again as silence settles.
When itâs quiet, youâre aware of how empty the room is. You remember all the horror from today, the sound of screaming and the slick weight of blood soaking your clothing.
Annie puts her head on your shoulder again and wraps herself around your upper arm.
âTell me,â she instructs, so that the silence doesnât linger.
You nod. âThey lived on a farm out in the middle of nowhere, in Maria territory. We didnât stand a chance when the wall fell.â
Her head hangs. âIâm sorry,â is all she says, and then she retreats back within herself. You lose the ability to make sense of her expression.
She swallows her feelings. Theyâre gone as quickly as they appeared. A sniffle, then sheâs back to looking at you.
âIt was the middle of the night. I could hear the footsteps and I knew something was wrong. I couldnât put my finger on what but I went and got my littlest brother, Joseph, because he was just four. My grandpa carried us downstairs and tried to put us on a horse.
âI ran away at first, I wanted to find my other brother⌠Samuel. He was really good at hide-and-seek and sometimes, heâd hide when he was scared. I knew all of his favorite spots â I could have found him if I had looked. But my grandpa wouldnât let me.â
Annie hangs on to your every word, looking horribly forlorn with a faraway look in her eye
âI was so mad. He picked me up and threw me onto the horse. He just slapped it and told me to hold onto my brother. I thought he was going to follow us. We had two horses.
âThe Titan came right after he sent the horse away. It was fat, with tiny legs and these wide crazy eyes. And with teeth like a nightmare. Huge teeth that were too big for its face. Iâll never forget it. And itâs still out there⌠I was so afraid I was going to see it during the siege earlier. If I ever see it⌠Iâll â Iâll kill it, or Iâll die trying.â
Annie still doesnât say anything. Her gaze moves between your face and the floor and at one point, you catch her wiping away a tear. Whenever you pause, she tightens her hug on your arm.
âI never saw exactly what went down before I saw it,â you admit, âBut I donât think my Grandpa wouldâve left anyone behind. The only thing that makes sense, is that the Titan killed my grandma and my brother, and then my Grandpa sacrificed himself for the two of us he could save.
âThatâs all. We reached Wall Rose by morning. It was so chaotic that it took a few days for us to be identified, but within a few days we were back in Stohess with my parents. I was back in private school, and dance lessons, like nothing had ever happened.â
Back to the Church, like nothing happened.
âIâm so sorry. â Annie mutters. Her face is void of emotion, but not because she isnât feeling anything. She pushes it all down like youâve seen her do a million times over. âYour life was ruined when your family died.â
You donât outright agree, but you certainly mourn the life that was stolen from you. âI never thought Iâd end up here, thatâs for sure.â
âIâm sorry,â she repeats, and gets that same hollow look in her eye from earlier. âI really am so, so sorry.â
It scares you, how it seems like sheâs begging. Youâve never seen sorrow like this from her before, or sincerity. She apologizes like she should have been there to protect you, and to protect your family.
âItâs okay,â you say, nervous. It feels bizarre that you're still comforting her when itâs your tragic backstory.
âIs this about what I said about my dad?â you ask, âBecause you were right â our fathers arenât the same. I know he wants you to come home just as much as you want to go back.â
âNo, itâs not that,â she says, and wipes her nose on her sleeve. âI just, I thought you said both of your brothers died. You said your grandfather saved two of you.â
Huge blue eyes look up at you with anticipation. âWhat about your littlest brother?â she asks.
Your heart stops. âHe died, too,â the words catch in your throat, but you push through it the same way you have for years. âHe got sick. It was just a fever, and then he was dead. It was just me after that.â
A heavy silence fills the air, and the emptiness surrounds you.
Annie stares away for a long time. The wheels in her brain are still turning, but she doesnât find any words. Thereâs nothing to say.
Her eyes are red, and more tears fall from her eyelashes. After a moment, she
âDo you want to get under the blankets?â she asks, numbly.
It takes a moment to gather your bearings, but then you nod.
The bed creaks as Annie climbs off. While you pull the blankets up and crawl beneath them, Annie blows out the flame in the lantern. Darkness falls in the room, and for a moment you see nothing.
Once your eyes adjust, you can see the dim outlines of furniture from the small amount of light that comes in the crack underneath the door. Youâre aware that Annie climbs into bed with you from the creak of the mattress and the slight jostling of the springs adjusting to the weight of a second person.
This time, Annie initiates the comfort. She nuzzles her chin into your shoulder and puts her hand gently on top of your thigh. Yet you notice that despite her efforts, sheâs still sniveling.
âI donât know what to say,â she whispers.
Although you donât verbally respond, you lean in to kiss her on the cheek. Youâd been aiming for her forehead but the sentiment is still there. Gently you sweep her hair back from her face as you caress along her neck and jawline.
The silence is interrupted by Annie taking a deep breath in, then releasing it. Her wavering breath gives more insight into her state of mind than her words.
Your heart aches.
âIâm glad youâre alive, Y/N,â she tells you, and thereâs a sweet lilt to her voice that she rarely shows. Maybe itâs because you canât see her and that gives her more courage, or maybe sheâs more shaken up than you first realized. You certainly canât imagine her saying those words and yet here you are hearing them.
It was unlike her. So unlike her, and it concerns you. It may have been a hard day, but itâs still a sharp contrast to the straight-faced girl youâre used to, that insecurity floods your mind.
You laugh so that you donât start crying again. âIâm not sure that I am.â
All the blood drains from your face. You donât know where it comes from. And as soon as you say it, you realize how inappropriate of a response that it is.
Annie is not amused.
âDonât say thatâŚâ she warns. All of the warmth and docility that had just steeped in her voice suddenly leaves just as quickly as it came.
But again the events of today (that will soon become your everyday reality) flash before your eyes. You see yourself in your mindâs eye stomped on, bitten in half, swallowed whole. It IS just a matter of time, right?
âEven if I survive the next battle and the one after that, thereâs always going to be something else. While youâre safe in the interior, Iâll probably be Titan vomit by this time next year.â
Cold hands wrap around your wrists tightly. âSeriously, donât say thatâŚâ Annie protests softly, and her fingernails dig into your forearms, âI donât want you to die. Not you.â
Thereâs a tender moment between the two of you where she draws your hands to rest on top of her chest. She breathes in shakily, and the last thing you want to do is make her cry again.
Your fingers trace the jutting bone in the center of her breastbone, etching care with your touch. âI didnât mean it.â
A sniffle. Thereâs a shuffle of movement, and one of her hands leaves yours presumably to wipe her nose on her sleeve. You still canât see anything.
âIâm sorry,â she says for the hundred millionth time that night.
The panic washes over you again â damn it. This wasnât the reaction you had been going for at all. What had started as self-pity on your end had clearly upset her in a very real way.
âNo, I am,â and when she doesnât reply, you commit: âIâll never say it again. Iâm sorry, Annie.â
Her hand comes back to touch you, this time lacing her fingers in yours, and you notice that sheâs trembling with fear.
â Iâm sorryââ she re-emphasizes.
ââno, stop! You didnât do anything,â you interrupt. You squeeze her hand, and shift your position so that your other hand is on her shoulder. âSo stop apologizing, okay?â
Annie swallows hard. She breathes in through her nose, and when she inhales her breath wavers still from her tears.
âOkay,â she finally says. A few seconds later she squeezes your fingers in return.
âItâs because of what I said?â you ask with your heart in your throat.
Another deep breath. âYes,â she says, as she groans and throws her head off to the side indecisively, âNo.â
âOh, AnnieâŚâ you mutter sadly, and lift a hand to her.
She literally knocks your hand away when you try to stroke her face, denying the gesture and telling you to fuck off at the same time. You can still only make out the vague outline of her form and you have no clue how she saw you coming in the dark.
âNo, donât comfort me,â she pleads, âI donât deserve it.â She sounds so broken compared to how angry her words and actions felt.
When she had been the one to come to you, that stings a little bit. It feels personal, like youâd done something. Had you blown it for no good reason, by doing something you didnât even understand?
âYou donât deserve my comfort?â you ask, frowning.
The movement of her shaking her head jostles the pillow. âOr your kindness,â she chokes out, âor your love.â
When you donât have a response, Annie sighs. Her fingers twitch against yours, and her other hand cups your cheek.
âItâs me thatâs the issue. It always has been,â she assures you, with a heartbreaking resigned huff of laughter, âYouâre the one who deserves better.â
The dynamic flips again with Annie putting herself back down. What you want to do is burst into tears. You want to shake her shoulders until she sees sense, how could she not see that she was everything you wanted? How was it not obvious that you would turn the world for her if you could?
But it wouldnât help. If you tried to explain your feelings to her, or even to interrupt her destructive train of thought it would just make her go quiet. Sheâd shut off completely to retreat into herself. Worst case scenario, she keeps on spiraling and walks out, leaving you alone.
You arenât sure if you can handle being alone right now. You arenât sure if she can handle being alone right now when something is so clearly wrong.
She wonât listen, and you donât know what you would say anyway. You bury your head into the crook of her neck and throw your arms around her shoulders. You donât cry, but you want to.
It takes her a few long and admittedly awkward moments for Annie to get her arms around you, too. The trembling in her hands is still there, making it slow going for her to find a grip.
The embrace does seem to bring her a modicum of comfort, whether she thinks she deserves it or not. Her breathing slows and evens, and she starts to actually hug you in return instead of just holding her arms on top of you.
She pulls you so close to you that you have to shift again. Your arm slides beneath the pillow and around her from beneath, and she scoots so that you can put your head on her shoulder. It leaves you wrapped up in more of an intimate position than youâd anticipated, but itâs nice.
Neither of you moves, and you get the impression that Annie feels just as safe and warm as you do in the moment. Nothing is okay, but right now you can ignore that. Thatâs more than youâve ever had before.
You stay in that position for a while, though neither of you are tired. Annie twists your hair in her fingers, and the two of you are both so grateful to be with another person that the silence is comfortable. All you do is lie there and absorb the quiet and fleeting moment of peace. You grow used to the feeling of the rising and falling of Annieâs breath, only interrupted by the occasional wavering inhales left over from the earlier crying.
âCan you promise me something?â she asks after a considerable amount of time has passed.
You look up at the shadowy outline of her face and nod.
And although you canât see her eyes, you feel them on you. âNo matter what happens⌠donât die on me.â
âOh,â you stumble, a little taken aback. You arenât sure what youâd expected her to say, but it hadnât been that. âIâll tryâŚâ
She breathes out hard, but not angrily. More like sheâs sad. Far away and isolated.
âIâm serious. You deserve to have a life and to be happy,â she tells you, deadpan, as she touches your face. âPlease⌠I need you to live.â
The tenderness of her actions and the intensity of her words is such a sharp contrast that it gives you chills. It would have been just as effective for her to have flipped you around and pinned you down â you feel a little cornered despite that her attention is affectionate.
âO-okay,â you swear, talking with her thumb atop on your bottom lip, âI promise. Iâll survive.â
Annie shakes her head, hand moving to cup your cheek. âThatâs not what Iâm asking. I want you to live , not just to survive.â
Again, despite the gentle touches you feel cornered. For a moment, you stare in her direction blankly.
Youâre about to respond, but she doesnât give you time before she turns on her side. She does not pull out of your embrace, though she does lean back a bit.
âCan you promise me that when you have the choice of being dead or being a coward,â she asks, her voice so serious that youâre nearly âyouâll always choose to be a coward? For me?â
More than anything, youâre concerned. Youâve never seen her acting like this before, and it leaves a strange pit in your stomach. What was prompting this?
You stroke from the curve of her neck down over her shoulders. âOkay, I will. Iâll do it, Iâll be a coward.â
Annie stares at you like sheâs trying to cut through the dark. And with that determination, you fully expect her to be able to see every detail of your face, even if your own eyes have only gotten used to the darkness enough to see outlines.
âPromise?â she confirms, with bated breath.
You pull her back into your arms, squeezing her against you. It surprises you when she immediately grasps you back, with the same intensity and desperation that you have.
âYes. Iâll stay alive,â you whisper into her hair, âI promise.â
It feels weird, making a promise that you donât particularly want. More than likely your military postings would keep you apart, and you wouldnât feel like you had anything to live for anyway. Yet when you have someone that you love so wildly clinging to you like youâre everything, itâs hard to want to leave that behind.
Maybe you lived in a cruel world. You didnât have a choice in your own destiny and you might be scared shitless, but you were loved. Someone cared about you, someone wanted the best for you. That feeling swells in your heart and threatens to burst inside of your chest.
Someday, maybe, you could be with her again. Who knows what will happen? Maybe youâll be injured, or run away like you always do. Leave the military and find Annie wherever sheâs posted. While sheâs a high ranking MP, youâll stay in all day as her housewife. Youâll get cats, maybe a dog that Annie goes soft on.
If staying alive is the only way for you to have a shot at being with her then maybe it wouldnât be so bad. It didnât matter how long it could take, you decide. As long as sheâs alive, you donât want to put her through the pain of mourning you.
You will be a coward, if itâs for her sake.
Neither of you says anything for a good while after that. Eventually, you fall back into more comfortable positions, and you continue to daydream while she goes back to stroking your hair. The motion lulls you into a state of calm that makes you nuzzle right up into her feeling right at home.
âThank you,â she whispers. Youâre not sure what sheâs thanking you for and doesnât seem to have any intention of elaborating, but youâre not surprised. Itâs one of the things youâve come to expect from Annie.
She never had been much of a talker. It breaks your heart that her vulnerability came at such a steep price â you wanted to know more. More about why she was so withdrawn when connection is all that she craves. Why she was so angry all the time and why she was so cagey about her dad. You wanted to know everything that she was bottling up inside of her.
Slowly but surely, sheâs telling you more, letting you in further, but thereâs still something she canât say. Something that haunts her so heavily that she canât even confront it herself, perhaps. A nameless evil that would swallow you whole, and she was protecting you from.
What was the point of theorizing? You trusted Annie enough to come to you in her own time.
As tiredness begins to overwhelm you, you adjust ever so slightly in her arms. She kisses your forehead, and your arm snakes around her torso. Itâs intimate, calm, and everything that you needed after the worst day of your lives.
After a while, you do what you never would have been able to do on your own after today. With your head on Annieâs shoulder, you fall asleep.
woke up before midnight last night and read shit amount of fanfics until like 5amđđ then i had to start getting ready 4 schoolâ :â((
