Blink. Blink. Blink.

Why am I blinking? Why am I thinking? How am I thinking?

I searched through my system. Ah, my system, that's why and how. Existence is a strange thing, life is a strange thing. What is life? My arm, moving. My body, sitting up. What happened to me? I tried to shake my head, to clear it, but I noticed that my neck was...broken. It was at an angle and my head hung limply. I reached up and lifted it into place until it clicked, sliding smoothly back into it's position.

I stood up sans hands, I let my eyes drift around the street, exploring the buildings and seeking out life. Check... I thought. My gaze settling on a heat signature, male, mid-30's. My attention was broken by the sound of footsteps. I rose to my feet and moved down the road, ducking my head to avoid being seen. My hand dipped inside my pocket, closing around what I knew was there.

Aha.

The grenade clutched in my fingers was lifted into the fresh air and then propelled through the window of the building next to me as I ran like a bat out of hell, my boots scuffed on the pavement as my legs moved like clockwork. But being a robot, what did you expect?

...Mate, I thought as the building behind me exploded in a cloud of flames. I ducked and hurled myself to the ground, knowing that the aftershock in the air would throw me off. I landed harshly and rolled onto my back. My eyes followed the smoke trails as sirens filled my ears.

Sirens meant a number of things to me, the list started through my head, jumping from conclusion to conclusion.
Police...Cops...John.
My brain kicked in and I jumped to my feet, running once more, the wind rushing over my face. I panted heavily as my legs carried me away from the explosion, but I knew that they'd be hot on my tail. I could hear the engine of the car behind me. I first remembered all those long days in the car, I was singing along to the radio and John was grumbling to himself. I thought of the first day that I'd been assigned to him, I'd been talking about something that was personal to him and he'd said 'Synthetic, off'. The first thing I'd thought was 'How on earth am I so unlucky as to get stuck with this guy?' But now I know better, now I know that if it wasn't for John, I'd still be in a closet, rusting away.

My feet skidded as I stopped at the pier, a car stopping behind me. I turned to face it, my eyes zeroing in on Detective Stahl in the front seat, MX-700 sat next to her, his eyes boring into me. I approached the railing, panting heavily as the two got out of the car. They walked closer and I backed away again.

"DRN-0167! Stand down!" barked 700, his Asian features pulling into a frown. Stahl moved forwards, she looked worried. That annoyed me, she didn't really care, she just pretended to, it was her job to pretend to.

Jump or run? Decide now, my brain commanded. I made up my mind and turned to jump, I knew that if I ran 700 would catch up with me easily and I'd just be hauled off to be scrapped again. But if I jumped then I'd be free. Sweet, sweet relief.

Stahl's voice reached me before I could pull myself over the rail. "Dorian! Please don't do this!" Dorian, no one had called me that since before this mess started. Before Vaughn had gotten to me, before I'd gone rogue, before I'd been abandoned.

I turned to face her, if I could have talked I would have, but my creator; Vaughn had pulled out my communicative sensors and I was rendered mute. I felt a longing to be safe overwhelm me, I needed to be somewhere familiar, I couldn't be out in this open air, this vulnerable space where any minute I could be grabbed by the people that put me here.

I walked towards her, she was familiar, she used to be my friend. My comrade. But she knew that I'd blown up Rudy, she knew that I'd murdered him in cold blood. I continued walking towards her, but my feet were begging for me to stop. If John had betrayed me, than she would too.

She walked towards me. That was it, my feet stopped, rooted to the spot. I couldn't move my legs, I knew it'd be the death of me. Another car pulled up while these thoughts ran through my head. I didn't turn to look as the door opened and closed, signifying someone getting out.

Stahl stepped forwards and reached out to touch me. I felt that prey instinct and I turned and ran. I was 6 yards away when a bullet sunk into the back of my head. I was a robot, so it didn't stop me immediately, I was able to turn around to face them once again. My eyes settled on a scene by the car that had just parked. Hurt rose in my chest.

John was there. Two MX's were on either side of him, holding him back as he tried to shove them away. He was furiously shouting something, but it was incoherent. It was like the world had slowed down, all sound had vanished from my ears and all I could see were the friends I'd once had, the friends who once cared.

Stahl appeared to be crying. 700 held his gun outstretched. He'd shot me. The world spun as I collapsed on the ground, all I could feel was my head twitching. My circuits were fried; there was no way I'd survive this.

I let my eyes wander back to John. John Kennex - my partner. My brother. He just stood there, staring at me. He'd apparently given up fighting them and just watched in horror as my body lay convulsing.

DRN's responded to system breaches differently than MX's. If an MX was shot, it would fall to the ground and just die. If a DRN is shot, it responds like a human - due to the human based programming - it convulses and slowly shuts down.

I knew that I would have the same fate as the others, I would be torn apart and my limbs would be tossed into the Droidax system and left to rot. What a waste.

I tried to fight for one last look at Stahl as she came up to me.

Then I gave up.

And the world went black.

{A/N: Sorry for the glitch, I had it all spaced out and then it removed it all. . Fixed now!}