#mikhailthefixer

Blue blood.

It wasn’t the official terminology for it, though it was the closest representation to use on the run. 

Blue blood seeped into the ground, the heels of boots digging down deep into the wet mud desperate to grip. It molded around the soles of Connor’s shoes, refusing to release, like a suction cup stuck tight. 

The red warning signals lit up the android’s immediate vision, obstructing the pathway ahead. Coupled with his abrupt loss of equilibrium, it wasn’t long before he teetered over, desperate to calibrate enough to reach the core just within reach of his outstretched fingers. 

Just a little farther........

He was in bad shape, the Cyberlife grade uniform in tatters, blue blood dribbling from a fresh cut on his head. It traced its way down the side of his face, delicate little rivets down to his chin. A gory testament to what he endured daily. 

Androids had become a familiar presence those days, more…. common than they had been to start, but that didn’t mean they were readily accepted. Especially those days, with deviants suddenly running wild. Taking over where once they were set into subservience to mankind.

If anyone noticed him, they paid him no real heed.

Connor was running out of time.

He wasn’t sure if there was anyone in the vicinity, if anyone would hear his silent plea. But he had to try. It was almost instinctual.  

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The noise from the machines around had lessened through the days as now it was just the device that read his vital signs. They were back to stable parameters, much different from when he had first come here. He sat alone on the hospital bed as he stared up at the television set. The news was one, playing the updates of the week but he didn’t care much for it right now.

Who knew a person’s life could change perspective in a matter of a week?

Just five days ago, he was just about to finish college and spend a good long summer with his family. Now, he sat alone as he stared down at his bandaged hands. He tried to hunch a bit more to look more down at his arms but he flinched in pain. His back was still hurting and he knew if he tried any harder, the stitches would break.

“…what’s the use?” he muttered as he tried to lie back on the seated position the bed was at while staring at the empty chair.

It was a spot where people he knew would be seated, waiting for his full recovery but those who mattered the most… the ones who should be here now were gone… killed before his very eyes and he alone survived.

Why? …why was he able to live and not them?

How did this even happen? It had to be some kind of dream, wasn’t it? It just had to be. She couldn’t be back in the past? Picking up the newspaper after that strange flash of light, it couldn’t be 2009. It just couldn’t be? The problem was why the hell was she in a hospital of all places? It didn’t make much sense. What made even less sense was that no-one seemed to be able to see her. No matter how many people she screamed at, there was no-one who responded. So what the hell was going on here? Was she dead? Was that why she was here? Had something happened that she’s forgotten?

Walking through the corridors of the hospital, she finds that she’s missing all of her usual equipment, her baton, the stun gun, her laptop, her phone. Everything is gone. She’s just wearing a t-shirt and her jeans and boots, everything else? Gone. So does that mean she’s really dead? Touching the walls, she can feel them, but yet, no-one can see her, or even hear her.

She finds herself walking towards a door, almost as if some instinct is telling her to go there. Without thinking, she steps through it. Looking around. A standard hospital room and in the bed…

“Mikhail?” the name comes out as a gasp. She walks over to the bed without thinking. “Oh my god, Mikky, what happened?” though, through the haze of panic, she can see it. This isn’t the Mikhail she knows. This isn’t the one she loves. This one is younger. He looks younger than her Mikhail.

Shit meet fan

He held out his hand to assist his unintended companion off the ground. Because there wasn’t much of anything that could do in their chances of escaping the thing then being blown off their feet like that. He shuddered, feeling the vibration of the blow unleashed against the door behind them. A scattering of pieces from the old brick siding were jarred loose, hitting exposed bits with annoying ping ping pings.

“Yeah.” He grimaced. “You don’t want to know.” Unfortunately, he was going to know now, though. But if the wizard could protect him from more of the gruesome details, he would. Stars and Stones, he’d really messed up big time. Call it exhaution or something, but he didn’t usually misstep like that. Not very often. People’s lives were at stake. It was sort of counterproductive to that goal to purposely expose them to danger.

“Sorry, kid, I didn’t know you were in here. What were you doing in this junk bucket of a place?” It was just another one of the abandoned facades of the city, or so he believed it to be. He knew it was popular or something to explore the crevices of places like that, but if that had been the kids goal, he chose a wonderful time to see it through.

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Whoever came up with the 24 hour study hall was both an idiot and a genius. Seeing students drag themselves into this room at 3 am, bags inked beneath their eyes and coffee in their veins was a sad thrill, being you were the exact same boat as they were.

It was both a blessing and a curse--being that you couldn’t make up an excuse not to be up studying because ‘there’s nowhere to go’ or ‘my roommate’s asleep’ or the laundry list of others everyone has tried to get out of something due the next day.

Time seemed to not exist amongst these halls during the small hours of the night. Especially tonight, a storm thundering outside the walls, wind and tree branches hitting against the glass windows. The study hall was a ghost town, the storm being the excuse everyone had been praying for to neglect their responsibilities.

Everyone except for Eloise.

She had been on a roll for the past hour, passionately typing out this essay. Honestly, her best bullshit came out of 2 am and 3 am sessions. It’s as if the universe opens up it’s answers needed for the college kids staying up late writing their thesis papers. Not really, but honestly, with enough coffee it sure as hell felt like it.

And it would’ve been a freakin’ masterpiece if she hadn’t been writing on one of the lab computers when the power went out. Another bang hit the window as the wind howled outside, matching the volume of the thunder that closed

She froze, hands hovered over the keyboard as the words she finessed disappeared right in front of her, displaying nothing but a black screen.

“No...no no no...fuck! Fuck! Godda-”

  ♖; //  Evie couldn’t say that she was swell with all this technology, more           stuck on book than anything else. Looking at the screen she noticed           how all the numbers and lettering meant something, if typing in an           assortment of letters and number created something. She wasn’t still           too sure. It wasn't in her realm of things to get to know up until a few           months ago. Everything just seemed to go down hill, as if seeing            things in a new perspective.

          There were few reasons why she was even in Chicago, university and           exploring her options instead of sticking to England and the UK in           general.

           This also meant having to get use to the new surroundings and learn            where everything was, which was a breeze. On the other hand, that            brought her to the current situation. She couldn’t even begin to             understand what was happening, feeling eyes looking her way, but not            understanding where they came from.

           “If someone is there, you might as well show yourself.” She was no harm            unless they were to attack her for some reason. Having been trained in            self defence, even skilled with a few weapons.

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Jedi let out a deep sigh, running her hands through her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She shook her head, reaching for a few hair pins and set about pinning up her hair. After all, if trouble should happen, her long hair would only end up being a nuisance if they had to end up running.

Which was probably why she picked her outfit. It being a black tie event, there was no getting out of it but to wear a dress, then again, having to wear one did mean she’d be able to hide a gun underneath the flared skirt. It allowed her to hide a gun there, maybe one or two bugs should they be in need of distractions. Leaning down, she put on her shoes, the black matching perfectly to her dress.