Name: Annabella Wlliams
Anna had killed so many humans. Just like the one in front of her now. A quivering women sat on her knees in front of the Android, begging to be let go, saying she had a child to take care of. Kind of stupid of the woman. All that did was give her another target to go after, especially with her communicator in her ear and her creator giving her orders. The moment the man said to shoot, Anna shot. With the woman laying dead in front of her, blood pooling from her head, Anna felt something inside of her that she always felt. She didn't know what it was. She had talked to others about it, but many of the robots just said it was the human side of her still. Slowly he had gotten used to the feeling, just it still stung, like someone had just punched her in the chest.
Her creator told her to search for the child that the woman had spoke of. And she found it. A little boy, around the age of six years old. He was hidden under some pieces of scrap metal, shivering and eyes wide with fear, probably more shaken by the sight of his mothers death then the fact there was a gun pressed to his forehead.Anna had killed many human of ranging ages, but she had never done away with a human child before. Humans hardly had children anymore. There were to many dangers that the younger one could get hurt or killed by in this world. The adult humans knew better. Well, at least most did.
She looked down at the child for a long time, watching him sob under grief and fear. Her finger was on the trigger, ready to kill as her creator order her to. But....she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, her body would not allow it. She dropped the gun, moving her hand to make sure it was functional. It was. So if it wasn't her metal bones locking up, them what was it? She looked back at the child, and though her creator was in her ear, shouting for her to terminate the young human, she didn't. She just looked at the child, and the child took the opportunity, seeming to understand his chance, and ran.
Bending down she silently picked up her gun, putting it back into the bag that was over her shoulder. She pulled the communicator out of her ear so that she didn't have to hear the man anymore, and turned. She took on look at the dead woman and almost got sick. She didn't know why she was feeling his and now. She had killed so many, seen so many dead bodies. She didn't know why this seemed so different. But it was. She had to look away from the woman, a hand over her mouth.
She ran. Fast. She wasn't really running from anything. Nothing was chasing her, but she knew soon something would be. That made her stop, trying to sort everything out in her head. What was she doing? That was still unplanned, but she wasn't going to go back to the lab she was created in. Where was she going to go? She didn't know, just away from this robotic wasteland. And then what she going to do when she was away? Still another question unanswered. One thing was for sure though. She had to keep them from tracking her down.
The scanner bar on her arm was thing that had to be taken care of. Not only was it always scanned for identification, but under it was a chip used to track all robots and androids. Robots had it lucky. They didn't feel pain or bleed. But as an android, she was still half, if not mostly human, and this was going hurt. She brought the knife she owned out of the bag over her shoulder, she looked at it for a moment before she slowly made a deep cut all the way across the bar code. Then, she dug the knife in, blood pouring from it, and managed to grip the chip with her fingernails, pulling it out. She crushed it immidiently.
Not even bothering to wrap up the bloody sight, she left it as it was, and ran some more. It was almost instinct. She didn't know where she was going still, but it lead her from the city. She ended up in a desert. And though in her whole year of being in the elimination team she had never been here, it was all so...familiar. Her feet took her in a direction and she didn't even worry about getting lost. Soon it grew night, which was a good thing to her for a while as it meant getting out of the sun. That good feeling though only lasted for about an hour because even sooner she felt the freezing air piercing her skin through her clothes, making her feel like she would freeze. But she kept on moving like her feet told her to. She was so close to collasping when she found...a cave? Why had she come here? She was so confused, but took it as shelter and walked toward the entrance. She was almost at the mouth of the cave when she felt something at the back of her head. There was no mistaking that cold roundness for anything but the barrel of a pistol. Then, in that moment, there was a huge commotion. Her bag was stripped from her, and rope was tied around her body and arms, as well as her legs. She struggled but it was no use.
One of the humans lifted her over their shoulder roughly, then once inside and in a lot of the humans view, she was thrown painfully onto the floor, and looked up with fear in her eyes for the first time in a long time, as a gun was pointed at her head. She couldn't help but think about how this must have been how all those humans she had killed in the past year felt. Maybe she deserved to die just like they did. No, she probably deserved worse.
Spencer yawned, popping his shoulder before redoing her position to try and get comfortable again. Today had been quiet. Too quiet for him. Days like this always put him on edge. You could never know for sure what might happening outside, unless you decided to go out and see yourself. It wasn't too safe for their kind anymore. Everyday there were fewer of them, even if it meant that this specific colony wasn't being the one to get picked off of. So many people's lives were in Spencer's hands now, he wasn't just responsible for himself now and he knew how it felt to lose someone. Someone close...trusted....loved. Just thinking about it was enough to cause the same painful feelings of emptiness in his heart to resurface almost as if new. He'd given up any hope of them getting better. The pain would just be something he could use to push him forward. A hand slipped into the pocket to pull out the soft dark blue velvety box that held one of the few things he had left of her. His eyes drifted ever so slowly, reluctantly down towards the small box. Almost as if he didn't want to see it again. It was a reminder of the fact he lost her. But nonetheless, he flipped the lid off and stared, almost through, at the diamond ring he had been preparing to use to propose. Life had had other plans it seemed though. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he quickly snapped the box shut once again and shoved it into his pocket.
Commotion outside of Spencer's room could be heard. He honestly just didn't feel like getting up to go see what it could be. Possibilities popped up in his head. It couldn't be that bad, could it? People seemed everywhere, and it was beginning to peak her curiosity. A groan could be heard as he sat up and stretched, rolling back hisbshoulders and stretching his arms. He shook out his limbs before jumping up and dusting himself off. One hand ran through his messy hair. "I should really get this cut...Next week," He chuckled softly. Spencer had always bee a procrastinator, which was why it had taken him so long to finally decide to propose to Annabella. Look where it got him now. He could think abut that later though, right now he needed to go figure out what was going on.
"What's all the commotion? It's been a quiet day, couldn't we keep it that way, guys?" Spencer tried to make a light hearted joke as soon as he stepped out. The look on people's faces made the situation even more important seeming, and a ball of dread rested in his stomach. It didn't transfer on to his expression though, he wore one with a smile that helped to alleviate some people's intense emotions. "Aye Spencer...Look." Spencer raised an eyebrow at someone's words behind him, more than likely Joel like usual. He was mostly the person in charge when Spencer decided to send people out. With a shrug, Spencer turned around to face everyone. They all looked fine...His eyes passed over everyone for any type of injury...And stopped on one person in particular. The one on the floor.
Spencer wasn't sure how to feel. She was...different. He could tell. His expression was unreadable and stoic. It took everything he had in him to keep it that way, especially knowing that they had actually...experimented on her. "Bastards..." Even though all he did was mutter it, his voice was overflowing and gushing with bitterness, anger, and rage. He was visibly shaking, both his hands stuffed into his pockets as fists. His stomach was knotted all together and it felt like he would actually break down at the moment. Spencer took several slow strides towards his used to be world that lay on the floor, and shoved the gun away from her face with another growl. It may have been reassuring that he wasn't about to let them shoot her but when he looked over to her, any sense of security would probably slip away at the sight of his intense glare. He kneeled down, studying her features closely. Silently. He could see the differences. "Get up." He demanded, standing up as well.
(Hey, after doing more research, I realized shes more of a cyborg then a andriod XD also, imma have her have a older brother named Andrew who I will introduce in a post or two)
Anna herself was extremely confused. Who was this man in front of her? He was obviously human, but that was all she knew about him. Yet, he seemed to know about her. Even a few others in the crowd of humans to finally realize who she was, looking horror stricken, unknown to her, that someone who had once been one of their own and very loved by almost everyone in the caves, had been changed into one of those demons. At least, part way anyway.
He knocked the gun away from the man, yet had cut the bonds from her legs, telling her stand up with a glare on his face. She didn't like this. She felt threatened with so many armed humans around. And here she was, exhausted and hurt from her long journey in the desert. She had to get out of here before they really did try to kill her. She slowly stood up and, seeing her chance, let out a good kick to him, right between his legs, before she turned and tried to run. This was just like Anna. They should have expected she wouldn't come quietly. She was a fighter. Still, that didnt mean she was strong or smart enough to get out of these caves.
She was, of course, caught by one of the men from his team, named Sam but called Blaze, a gun to her head as he looked at Spencer, "Might be best to lock it up."
Annabella looked back at the man with a glare, "I'm a girl, not an 'it'."
The man just calmly pressed the gun tighter to her head, "Better watch your mouth. On shot of this and that little mechanical brain of yours will have a hole in it."
"Its sad how misinformed you humans are about cyborgs."
"We could always cut you open and find out more." He threatened and when he saw Spencer gain his feet again after a hit to such a sensitive area, handed the girl over to him, handing him off the gun, "Anna's not there anymore, Spencer. It may look like her, maybe even have her body, but she's gone. Replaced by a one of those damn machines." He gestured to the still glaring girl, "I mean, look at it. It doesn't even know who you are. Who any of us are. You be better off killing it then repairing it. Or better yet, burn it so its parts don't come back together and kill us all."
A lot of the other humans standing around seemed to agree, glaring at Anna, shaking their heads in disgust. She glared back at them, then over at this man, who she now knew the name of from how the other man had called him Spencer.
Spencer had dropped to the ground like a rock after the kick, one arm resting over that 'area'. It sure did hurt; that was probably the reaction that she had been hoping for. Well she definitely had gotten it as Spencer let out a low groan. But it didn't last long and he was up about a minute later, almost fully recovered from the blow. The pain still lingered on his face as he resisted the urge to stay on the ground. But unlike his usual reaction, he looked over to Anna with a strained and faint smile on his lips. It was so like her to o something like that...It was hard to remind himself that he wasn't looking at her...He was looking at another one of the enemies. The cold hard reality of it all just didn't want to sink in though...It hurt too much to think of it. In his eyes it showed that no matter how hard he wanted to, he couldn't believe she was really gone.
As Anna as put into his grip, Spencer kept his gaze on Blaze, listening with his jaw clenched. His grip on Anna was firm, but surprisingly gentle enough that she wouldn't be hurting by him by holding on to both of her wrists like that. His jaw was clenched as he cast a glance around, seeing all of the people's faces. It showed how they felt blatantly. But he didn't feel the same...Or at least he hoped he didn't. For once, confliction was etched into his features. He wasn't sure what to do. One half of him wanted to be selfish and at least try to help her...but the more knowledgeable side knew what was best. He had lead most these people. But...Maybe the chances were with him. "We don't know that for sure. Anna was, and still is, one of us. She's still part of herself, they couldn't just throw away every bit of her. She's in there somewhere and we can't just leave her for dead." He growled, directing his anger towards Blaze as he settled his glare on the young man. Part of his mind still nagged at him...And his gaze settled back overon Anna once again.
"But she is a danger to us...." Spencer muttered to himself, his voice strained so his own pain wouldn't slip in. The thought of hurting her hurt him...But she was a risk. A danger. He looked back at her before quickly reverting his gaze back to Blaze once again. "We're going to treat her civilly. For now, she stays alive. We'll have to talk to Andrew about this. But you all are right. Anna's not there anymore. I'll just have to get used to that." He declared, straightening up. He looked back to her, "And if you try anything cyborg," he spat the word out like it had burned his tongue, "I won't care if you have Anna's body. We'll blow you to tiny robotic bits. You already took Anna and I won't let you bring everyone else down too." He finished, his grip tightening considerably.
Blaze was glaring at him, going to protest, "But if we wait to talk to Andrew about this, that thing might--"
"Talk to me about what?" By this time, a man with messy blonde hair and green eyes had walked in, his view of Spencer blocked. When people moved out of his way, his grin faded, and he stopped himself from moving forward any more for a moment when his eyes traveled to who Spencer to holding, his eyes seeming to widen with shock. Andrew slowly took a few steps forward, looking over at his younger sister and friend. There was only one emotion on his face. Stunned. It seemed that he had missed something, and from how angry Spencer looked, he could guess that he was taking it just as hard as Andrew was now taking it. He somehow just knew they going to keep the girl alive. The only question was, for how long? How long could they keep her alive? From the looks of it, his little sister was...changed. Not fully human. If one looked close enough, you could see that there was still flesh. She was even bleeding. She still had some human body parts. And at the same time, there was a slight glow to her eyes, her once green eyes now a blue color that seemed to shift from purple to pink in the light. It was an iridescent shine that chilled him to the core.
Cautiously, he moved forward to look at his changed little sister. He could see it in her eyes. She didn't even know who he was. Who any of them were. He sighed in frustration, raking a hand through his hair in annoyance that this was happening. Why couldn't she at least remember them. This would be so much easier for all of them if she did. But she didn't and that made this all the more dangerous for her. A android with no memory of her life before, in a hide out with human rebels who wanted to kill her? It would be close to impossible to keep her alive for more then a week before the others tried to get a hold of her.
Looking over to her arm where he bar code should be, he raised an eyebrow at what he saw. The bar-code was there, but had been slashed deeply right through the flesh to the metallic bone, all the way across the bar. Now, why was that? He was sure that no one here had done that. She obviously had just been dragged in here and they hadn't had time to do so. So, it had to have happened before she arrived. He remembered that as something to ask later. And there was another thing he would have to ask; how did she get here? If she didn't remember them, hen how did she find her way to the caves again? Of all places, how did she manage to somehow randomly trudge through the desert that was hundreds of miles, and make it here alive without dying of thirst or animal attacks?
That would be something to ask when they interrogated her later. For now, they had to get her to someplace secure. He looked over at his, or what used to be his, little sister, then looked at Spencer, trying to show no emotion when really he was a mess on the inside, "Get her to Doc's so we can get that shoulder stitched up. Can't have getting an infection and dying on us. After that we can take her to the hold and question her." That was all he said and he gave everyone a look that said they better clear out or he would personally make them. When they were all gone, he motioned for Spencer to follow him to the infirmary, the girl of course being dragged along with them.