Connor/RK900 oneshots

"let her go" Connor x reader

(This is after the revolution)

Your pov

"This is fucking stupid, who in the hell would have these many cat, it's like that one place with all the pidgins." Hank groaned for the millionth time today.

I sighed in annoyance.

"As much as I agree with you, can you please stop complaining and help"

"Y/n, I'm an old man, which gives me the right to complain about anything. I've lived long enough for the right to complain" he says sarcastically.

I let out a little laugh and roll my eyes.

"Whateveeerrr"

He chuckles, looking through some old dusty books.

"Hey where did Connor go?" I ask, right then a there Connor runs out the door.

I look back at Hank and he shrugs.

"I'll catch up" He day nonchalant.

I huff and jog out the door and try to follow Connor.

"Connor! Where the hell did you go!" I shout.

I stoped running to catch my breath.

"Connor!"

I walk around the building, before I get to rooms without windows.

I look around and see a flashlight conventionally placed on a broken table.

I turn it on and nothing happens. I shake it a few times and hit it with the palm of my hand.

Then a stream of light come from the object.

I point it around, I see broken tables and furniture and cobwebs.

With every step forward I took made the floor board Creek.

I could hear my heart beat pound in my ears.

I hear a small creek and I stop in my tracks.

After standing there for about 20 seconds, I come to the conclusion that I'm just paranoid.

I look one more time before I hear a breath behind me.

I turn around and see nothing.

I decide to leave as soon as I can because I could feel myself become more mental unstable by the minute.

My stress levels were high and my anxiety levels were through the roof.

I walk to the door when a pair of arms grabs me from behind me.

~•~ Connors Pov ~•~

"Where did they go?" I ask out loud.

Then I hear a thud and a loud scream.

It was a female scream, which means....

"Y/n." I say softly and run down the hall.

I see the deviant having an arm around y/n neck and has a had y/n pistol to her head.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot"

She tried to move his arm with hers.

"Stop, there is no need to shoot anyone. We just want to talk" making sure y/n was safe was the most important thing to me at the moment.

"Back up" the deviant growled.

I take a few slow, steps back.

"Okay, now let her go" I say.