Markus (![]() ![]() @ 2019-10-07 03:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | inactive: connor, inactive: markus |
Who: Markus and Connor
Where: In the maze
When: Group 2 Disappearance
What: Markus and Connor are zapped into the maze to ensuing badness
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Spoilers for Detroit: Become Human and death
Markus blinked. He didn’t know where he was or why it was so dark. Nor had he intended to go offline, which was disturbing. He started a quick system-scan to see if he’d sustained damage to either his body or programming. As the scan completed, with no verified errors, Markus jumped backwards as something brushed against his ankle. As he switched to night-vision he felt pressure clamp tight, halting further movement and as he glanced down he saw the mass of broken machinery surrounding him and, reaching for him, the disembodied hand held him tight. “This can’t be!” Markus fell backwards, scrabbling away and trying to shake his ankle free. Instead of letting him go, the hand broke away from its limb and fell useless onto the bed of strewn metal and body-parts that made up the junkyard. “I can’t be here!” he shook his head in disbelief, the sight of so much death more than his heart could take. “I have to get out of here,” he told himself as calmly as he could. He’d done it once and he’d do it again, but please god, don’t force him to hurt anyone else? Not again! Nothing had changed here since he’d been shot by the cops. The bodies of his people, screaming and dying, lay all around him, discarded by humanity as broken and beyond repair. As he managed to force his feet to move people reached for him as though sensing life in this place of death and decay. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he clutched his head, trying not to see the faces of people he couldn’t help, “so very sorry!” The walls stacked around him and Markus knew that the only way out of here was to climb. As he studied the route he stopped dead, a face in the tangle of bodies catching his eye. “North?” He staggered at the sight of her eyes rolling towards his, knowing that she only had moments left before she died. “I always told you they’d come for us eventually, Markus,” she said softly as the light behind her eyes finally failed. He reached out to touch her cheek, “I never meant to leave you,” he told her softly and gently closed her eyes. He’d never understood the human habit until that moment, but dead as they were he couldn’t bear to see his own failure in her death. He’d failed them all. A hand shot from the wall and clutched his arm, followed by a second that sent North’s head rolling across the floor. One after the other more arms pulled him tighter in, until it was all Markus could do to keep from being pulled into the wall itself. “Not like this!” he gasped as he began to fight against the grasping limbs and heard the whispers of friends and fallen comrade’s whisper and his in his ears ‘Join us’. “I don’t want to die!” he screamed, as he battled against the androids. Markus felt tears falling against his cheeks as he finally pulled free and scuttled away from the wall, gasping for breath and sanity. “I want to live…” he whispered to himself, knowing that in order to do so he must tackle the wall once more. Not there, though. Not where North had died. |