I've always dreaded the events of the future. Never taking stock on maybes or what-ifs, or promises that had any possibility of never coming true. Hope was fragile, often time misplaced. I've seen it time and time again: promises, hopes, and dreams - crushed in an instant. I feared what lied beyond that initial turning point; when the outcome wasn't what you expect or want. It frightened me.
But fear cannot feed if you give nothing in return. This was a principle I lived by, and it got me by without the inclination of devouring me whole. And with that lifestyle, I thought I was very fortunate.
I do not think such thoughts anymore.
Now, I believe I was foolish.
Such a fool.
Because living in a way that would devoid me from stepping over that paper-thin flooring that harbored the hungry monsters that live deep within my subconscious, never prepared me from the inevitable fall, where every nick and corner of my subconscious flooring that was the very basis of my principle suddenly vanished, leaving me to plunge into the jaws of my worst fears possible.
Or, walking into a room with an Android.
An Android with blood on its hands.
The blood of a little boy.
A ten-year-old boy.
My little brother.
My world.
Before I could process what had happened, there was a bullet between the eyes of the AP700, the arm that held the gun up falling to my side.
And within the gapping blue hole, between the vacant eyes of the Android, hatred bloomed, lifting me up in its large claws until I was no longer withering within my caged fears and instead, was able to reign in my former beliefs and principles till all that was left was resolve.
The resolve that all Androids belong in a scrapheap.
Author's note: This is a "reader-insert" (kind of) fanfic, but in first person perspective, and the reader IS female, has a family, a past, etc. She's basically borderline reader and a original character - if that makes sense xp. Of course, she won't have a name and her appearance is up to your imagination.
However, I need help choosing her occupation. I know the detective gig is over-used but it'll make writing the chapters easier in the future, so if I don't get any suggestions, I'll stick with that.
Of course, I can't give away the story plot to help you out in deciding what her occupation should be! Just something...serious? An occupation that'll keep me close to Connor and Hank, etc. Being a baker, for example, wouldn't work.
Thanks for reading! Not expecting to get any replies yet, so don't feel obligated to comment.
