VIII

Markus sighed as he held his head in his hands. He couldn't believe it. The android had Connor, if she brought him to CyberLife, nobody knew what they would do to him. And what if she didn't bring him to CyberLife? What if she used him for her murders or something. Markus didn't like thinking about it. He had enough on his mind already with trying to control North's anger. She wanted to attack, but Markus had successfully convinced her to wait until somebody attacked first. They knew that the humans had sided with CyberLife and if they attacked the deviants, then, North could start her attack.

XXX

The atmosphere at the police station was tense. Everybody could feel it. Gavin Reed looked toward Connor and Hank's desk and frowned. It felt weird to not have the plastic detective standing around like a lost puppy. Everybody's morale seemed to have gone downhill since Connor had left the station.

"Reed! My office," Fowler shouted suddenly.

Gavin looked up before sighing. He stood up and walked to the Captain's office. Closing the door behind him, he walked in front of the desk.

"I got a case and since Anderson is probably not going to come back any time soon, I'll just give it to you," Fowler told him.

"What do you mean?" Gavin asked.

"Connor has gone missing, I have given Anderson a few days to rest and clear his mind," the Captain answered.

Gavin frowned as he repeated Fowler's words in his head. Missing? Could the killer android be the cause of it? The detective nodded slowly. He asked for all the information he needed about the case and left the station. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell was happening.

XXX

Every little piece of his body told Connor to fight and leave this place. He had a bad feeling about this. The man presented himself as John and pointed toward the wall. Connor frowned as he looked at the strange machine.

"Stand in it," John said coldly. "Trust me, you do not want to disobey."

Connor nodded if he did as he was told maybe they would let him go eventually. He stepped into the machine and turned around. Two metal arms grabbed his wrist and pulled up while two other ones grabbed his ankles. He was stuck in here.

John walked to a small computer on the side and pressed a few buttons. Connor felt another arm reached for the side of his head and without him doing anything, his skin got deactivated. Frowning, he felt pressure on his head. He soon understood that a panel had been taking off the back of his head. The last remaining arm reached in front of him and took out the main panel on his chest. Once his thirium pump was exposed, the arms stopped moving.

"What are you going to do to me?" Connor asked as he tried to keep his voice calm.

Of course, his flashing red LED was betraying him. John walked in front of him with a small square shaped component. He pushed it in and connected it to his thirium pump, then went back and did the same thing in the back of his head.

"Tell me, can you feel pain?" John asked slowly.

"Androids don't feel pain, only discomfort," the deviant replied.

"Even deviants?"

"Yes," Connor said.

John nodded before reached for a pocket knife. He slid the blade on Connor's right arm slowly. The deviant flinched. It could feel the blade go in his plastic skin and it… hurt.

"Stop…" Connor whispered as he shut his eyes tightly. "It hurts…"

"I thought you couldn't feel pain?" John replied coldly.

Connor didn't reply. It was probably something to do with the little square thing. His main panel and the one behind his head were reinstalled at the same time as John walked back to his computer. He pressed a button and started speaking.

"It worked, you can come in," John said.

Another voice replied, and Connor felt a shiver travel through his body. He could recognize her anywhere. The woman from the news. Rachelle Charbonnet.

"You can now leave, Mr. Blake," she said without any emotions.

Connor looked at her and tried not to move too much. He should have fought. He shouldn't have listened and obeyed. Connor was scared.

"So, you are the RK800," she said slowly in a sigh. "I thought you would have fight a bit more."

Connor didn't reply, he couldn't. The woman stared at him for a moment before walking to the side of the room. She reached into of the drawers in the big desk and took out a blowtorch. Walking back to Connor, she opened it.

"Please," Connor whispered. "I don't know what you want, but please don't hurt me."

"Oh, but I need to. You see, humans are idiots, if I show them that even our more advance android can lose control and hurt someone, they will take part in the fight," she explained. "Now, I just need the right footage."

"I won't hurt anybody, no matter what you do to me. I won't hurt anyone," Connor said loudly.

"We'll see about that," she creepily smiled before directing the blowtorch toward his left leg.

It hurt. It hurt so bad, but Connor knew he couldn't do anything. Every movement he would do could be used against him. He wouldn't play her sick game.

"Why?" he said weakly.

"CyberLife needs to make profits, the only way is to get rid of the deviants," Rachelle explained as she continued to burn him.

Tears fell from his eyes, but he didn't scream or move. He needed to be strong. The woman sighed before turning it off.

"This is only day one," she said. "Don't worry, we'll break a reaction out of you."

She pressed something on the computer and two guards arrived. They let Connor go and brought him to the office where they closed the door after throwing him in it. He had difficulties moving and his limbs still hurt. This was only day one… he wasn't sure if he would make it out of this alive.

"Connor?" a small voice said from the side of the wall.

The deviant crawled to the corner and rested his head on the wall.

"Casey…" he whispered loud enough for the teen to hear.

"What did they do?" she asked with a scared voice.

"They are going to torture me until they get what they want…" Connor explained.

He heard the teen sniffed and realized she was crying.

"I can't believe he would do that… the man that got you out… he's…" she tried to say.

"He's your father? His last name is Blake as well," Connor asked.

"Yeah… I am so sorry…"

"Don't be, it's my fault… I wasn't careful enough."

"Connor… we can't let them win," Casey said after a moment of silence.

"What do you want to do? There's nothing we can do…" Connor sighed.

He was so tired and couldn't even reactivate his skin. Androids weren't supposed to get tired. The only reasoning, he could get to was that John Blake had input a new function in him. It was the only reason why he could feel pain and everything that came with it.

"We'll find something," the teen said but Connor had already fallen on the ground, sleeping.