I was gonna have this chapter be like... 1 big one but actually im splitting it in two so the pacing it A Ok-ay.also i drew Simone b/c i am a better drawer than writer hahan i wanted 2 celebrate over 50 followers and all the reviews : post/119641429070/simmy-sim-simone the link is on my profile too 3
Simone's morning went by in a shocked blur, and before she knew it the woman was walking home with two arms full of groceries and Annalise's car. The two woman'd be waiting at the airport tomorrow morning, with Ultron's blessing.
Waking up had been a flurry of sheet-tangled panic when she realized only one of the A.I's drone's had come back from yesterday's excursion. And when she achingly tripped her way out of bed, only to crash into the unforgiving hardwood as her body remembered every injury she'd acquired over the last month, she swore never to 'help' Ultron again. Simone thought that was an bad omen for the rest of her day.
Apparently, however, it wasn't. After shuffling against the wall while cradling her blistering skull she knocked furiously on the basement hatch until Ultron rose from the dungeon. He wouldn't tell her where the little guy was-not a surprise-, saying it was just a 'business trip'; and when Simone wasn't impressed by his evasiveness she asked if he was brokering a deal with terrorists or crashing the stock market, the A.I told her he was blowing up a hospital. She dropped the subject after that.
If anyone asked, she wasn't so afraid the woman couldn't make eye contact when telling him about Annalise, but she definitely did when he said, 'fine'. The amount of shock that coursed through her body was equivalent to being flashed by the pope. Uttering a quite thanks and shaking her head dumbly when he asked if there was anything else they went there separate ways.
Everything was oddly numb, from Skyping a cab to drive her to Annalise's house to staring absentmindedly at the soggy green marshmallows in her cereal. She didn't even say hi to the driver, just payed and spent a good thirty minutes trying to find the car keys under a flower pot and drove to Meijer's. And that brought her to the present.
She kicked the door behind her with a bang that made her wince and shuffled in a mess of plastic bags to the kitchen. Throwing a glance over her shoulder to make sure she was alone, Simone buried her arm in the groceries and pulled out a… personal, purchase. Tucking it under the worn sweatshirt, she was silently thankful her ex forgot to take it back. The bulky piece of clothing was perfect for sneaking food into movies, and in this case, her prize back to the safety of her room.
A taser…and it was expansive as hell.
Simone nearly cried when she saw the four hundred big ones she'd be dropping on the tiny black gun, but she needed a weapon in case Ultron went axe murderer crazy again. Besides, it took her longer to choose a color over product. He was a robot, he ran off electricity and metal so for all she knew it'd just be super powerful on him, right? So a taser it was.
It didn't take long to figure out how to set it up, stick A in B and pry back C till it clicks and point, shoot, zap: bye bye robot. Putting the taser in the bed stand she walked back to the kitchen and her heart stopped.
"What did you do?" He demanded, stomping towards her. Simone's eyes bugged as she gulped. How did he know about it already? He wasn't even there when she got back! The woman shuffled in reverse till her shoulders pressed against the wall, a picture frame pressed against her skin. She opened up her palms defensively, "What're you talking about?"
"YOU KNOW WHAT." He yelled. A punch crashed next to her, leaving a nice fist sized hole that could've been her skull. She shrieked, dropped, and somersaulted past the A.I before vaulting gracelessly over the counter. That was the second time she'd done that in the month and a half she'd known him, and the nausea in her head told her it needed to spot.
"I really, really, don't!"
When Ultron stormed towards her the woman threw open a drawer and snatched a rolling pin, aiming at the robot while she yelled warning AH! AH!'s at him. Her mother used to do that when she'd stick her hand in something bad. She wasn't Ultron's mother, she wouldn't scold him, but she would hit him.
"Stop running away!" He snarled, eyeing her across the marble barrier.
"Then stop trying to kill me!" She said, exasperated. Trying valiantly to make her chest stop heaving.
"You ask so much of me."
Ultron leaped over the counter and the woman hardly had time to crack the kitchenware over his face. He grabbed her by the throat and spread a hand across her gut, crushing the intestines underneath as he pinned her to the refrigerator. She gagged at the pressure and limited oxygen entering her body, regretting the army of 50's housewife magnets she purchased on a whim as they dug in her back.
'I'm so fucking glad I bought that taser,' she thought sarcastically, 'Great help.'
"Who did you call?" He demanded. pressing further into her belly. Simone groaned, her tongue numb, she was going to puke. From the pain or the fact that Ultron was going to concave her large intestine, she didn't know.
"I didn' 'all enyon!"
He dropped her, the woman landing in a heap, gulping down air like a fish out of water. "You're amazingly articulate, has anyone told you that?"
Her necked ached, her stomach gurgled, and her legs were screaming because of how she landed. The woman didn't even know what he was talking about, she didn't call anyone, she left and came back, but she was sorely regretting her lapse of judgement, the police would've been better than… whatever this was.
"Fuck… You," She panted. Glaring at the robot.
He squatted down next to her, expressionless eyes burning through the woman's soul. Remorse of her two brave words crashed through her like an unforgiving wave.
"Not in you're wildest dreams," he said. Ultron's mood swings were going to give her premature greying.
She wiggled, trying to get away from his hand as it wrapped around her jaw. She locked all ten of her fingers around his forearm, knuckles white and fingernails bending back. She could feel the terror in her eyes and the blood in her ears as her lungs fought to function, "Now be good and tell me who you called."
Simone wasn't really sure what came over her, but today was apparently a brave one, because what she did next was a death wish: She spat at him.
He reared back with a indigent, 'ew'.
"I didn't call anybody!" She yelled, "and don't praise me like a goddamn pet."
Simone reached and grabbed the cracked rolling pin and splintered it across his skull, using her whole body to power the blow. It barley stopped him, even as she tried scrambling away on her belly he snatched her calf and pulled as she yowled.
Ultron was on top of her, holding her down with his heavier mass, one arm on her back and one smashing her face in linoleum. He was crushing her boobs and the floor was disgusting. She didn't regret spitting on him now. "Who did you call before leaving? Don't lie to me again, I heard you."
'Oh, shit.'
It hit her like a freight train.
"That was the fucking cab driver! Get off me!" She thrashed, her arms and legs kicking furiously at the robot, "I Skype'd the taxi service, asshole!"
"You're joking."
"You're the one that left the router on!" Simone said, giving up on her fruitless effort to throw him off.
He got up, and left, not before giving her hair a solid tug. He was a child, and whatever possessed him to be 'kind' yesterday had obviously shriveled and died. Simone almost told him to apologize, but the feeling of bruises puckering on her flesh kept her mouth shut.
"Sorry."
Well apparently she didn't need too.
She balked. Blinking wildly at the A.I as he stood in the junction between the living room and garage, "What?"
"I said: sorry." He slammed the door.
"What the hell," Simone whispered, falling limp against the cool tiles as the air rushed from her body, "What. The. Ever-loving. Hell."
She weaved her fingers in-between strands of dark hair and pulled letting letting out a wail of frustration. She hated this, she hated the bruises, the stress, getting thrown around like a rag doll, and his mood swings. The woman wanted him gone, she wanted her old life back.
"It's not gonna happen, Simmy," She told herself, sucking in a ragged breath.
She exhaled weakly and gulped, swallowing the bile in her throat. Her life was over, either he'd kill her, the avengers would, or she'd be thrown in jail. Wasting away the chance she had at getting help she forget she even had and now no one would believe she was innocent. Numbness grew like mold under her tongue, Simone was going to be sick.
"Oh, God."
Pulling herself forward she tore open the kitchen cabinet and snatched the trashcan inside, and heaved. She wretched until there was nothing left, and even then her throat clenched, gagging on nothing.
Her whole body shook, leaning over the container with spittle dripping down her chin. She wanted her mom. She didn't care if she was a grown-ass woman; Simone Kadam wanted her mother to hold her and stroke her hair like she when she was five and the kids at school were mean, or the thunder too loud. But this problem wasn't the kind of monster a nightlight and bedtime story could fix.
Fingers numbly tied a knot around the puke-bag as she limped to the bin in her garage. It was quite,Simone didn't hear anything from Ultron's Lair. The woman wasn't sure he could even feel guilt but she prayed he did. He deserved it.
'Ice,' she thought dully, opening the freezer and blinking at the bright light. She dumped a tray in a table clothe and pressed it against her migraine before putting away the groceries. The magnets were pushed away where Ultron shoved her, she shivered.
The woman sighed, she'd screw a painting over the hole he made, eat some toast, and watch TV till she passed out… and her plan went we'll until she remembered a very important fact.
She was mid news-hour when Simone's jaw dropped, the remote falling from her hand and bag of trail mix spilling on the sofa as she darted to her office.
The door locked behind her and she wrenched that laptop open, her fingers dancing over the keyboard. She could get rid of him, her life could go back to normal. No more stress, no more vomit, no more Ultron.
A grin spread across her face like a delirious plague.
And then it fell.
She couldn't do it.
She yelled and slammed the computer shut, banging her fists against the table.
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Simone cursed. She collapsed, resting her face against the the metal.
It didn't feel right. She wouldn't feel guilty, she refused. Ultron deserved to be taken, dismantled and be refurbished into a swiffer. He said sorry, so what? That didn't merit her sympathy or mercy.
It just felt like she'd give him the satisfaction of being right. Simone couldn't betray someone she wasn't loyal too, but she could live up to their incredibly low expectations of human morality and fight dirty.
She limped as angrily as possible back to the front of her house and shoved a case of taco rolls in the microwave. She'd rat him out, of course. The world was more important than her pride, but that didn't mean she couldn't make him hurt over it. She'd get his trust, she'd be his friend, make him like her; really, genuinely like her. She'd be his first and only friend and then weasel to the avengers.
It wasn't like before, no, that was the minimum, she wanted this to be personal. Or that's what she told herself.
Baby girl u r dumb as hell and lying to yourself.
get ready 4 things 2 go to hell in the next couple chapters LMAO.
ilopeem: U are a darling and i love u. and yeah they make it hard 4 themselves to have a good time and make friends? and thanks so much! i was a little worried she was swearing too much but then if u go to a bunch of 5th graders and all their bitterness.. they r worse... simone is nothing to 11yrs old... thank u so much for the review u are a star! xox
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