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.