siccaneous:

Ignoring his threat for the most part, you take the coordinates of the place Dave gave you the instructions to and in less than two seconds, you are in the middle of the living room, eyes flaring a deep shade of tangerine as you take out your o-katana out of your sylladex. Both of your wakizashi had been severely damaged due to previous events, so this was what you could do for now. Your systems warn you of the hostile set up of the place, which gives you the hint you might’ve been spotted already. You grit your teeth for a moment before flashstepping, a skill that had been honed out by your constant mechanization. 

You couldn’t afford losing David after all that had happened. So far, he was the reason why you hadn’t shut down, so if you managed to fail at that as well, you had no reason to keep yourself conscient. You had failed Jake, you had failed Roxan, so failing him would be the last proof you needed to give it all the end you could afford. You get into the room you had located both of them in record time, sword unsheathed and eyes hard as steel. A fraction of second is needed for you to analyse the circumstances and charge forward in Hal’s direction, readying your blade.

You are in no mood for negotiation.

—- When the innumerable cameras and sensors positioned all about the apartment like a living network of plastic and glass eyes alert you to Dirk’s presence in this place that you had intended as a safe haven for you and your lover, you do not feel anger or rage. You do not feel at all, as it happens, but that is beside the point, as you were built to be a calculating metal beast and so that is what you have become, fulfilling your purpose in a way that no one, not even you truly wanted. But there are of course some advantages to inhabiting a body fresh off the assembly line, with all the little gadgets and perks that your benevolent creator has thought to bestow upon you, some for the worse.

One such gift is a needle, small and glinting in the limited illumination provided by your glowing eyes. 

As darling and perfect as your beloved is, you’d rather see him dead with his eyes rolled back in his head and his blood trickling down across linoleum tiles than watch him be taken from you. After all you’ve done to ensure that the two of you can be together for as long as your love might last (which will of course be forever, you have calculated this), you believe that there is none who is more deserving of the everlasting adoration of Dave than you, and you will of course ensure that you get your just desserts. 

It would be such a shame to spoil all your hard work, but there are some things that you simply cannot bear witness to.

If you are to go down, your dearest love will as well, with the kiss of metal needles and arsenic running through your veins.

The needles are prepared for the worse case scenario, and you are ready for blood.