THE CHASE - Connor x OC (I Am Sequel)

Chapter 14

"Listen up, Ethan. I'm not going around flaunting the fact that I'm married, and nor do I want to. It's a little jarring to learn that not only are there two androids of your exact make and model also married, not miles away from you, but also that they're living with a god damn serial killer? Tell me why does that not give me a right to be a little uncomfortable?"

"Fine. Fine, you're right. But we're on a case. I'm going to need you to pull it together so we can come up with a game plan for talking to these guys."

"Alright. I'm listening, Ethan," I sighed.

"So, Charlotte..." Ethan began. "You can talk to Connie. Find out her history with Asher. Find out about Asher. Just really learn about them. I can use just about anything."

"Alright," I nodded.

"Are you ready to do this now?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah."

He quickly cupped my face with his hand. "Excellent, Charlotte."

He walked out in front of me. "Sorry about that. Could I speak with you, Spencer? Connie, Charlotte will have a word with you," Ethan directed. Ethan and Spencer left the room, while I took my place across from Connie.

"Hi. I'm Connie," she said outstretching her hand. I leaned forward and shook it.

"Charlotte."

"You looked a little nervous walking in here," Connie answered.

"I was," I nodded.

"It's not your first case, is it?" Connie asked, cocking her head. She's nothing like me despite being the same model. Her personality is...bubbly and sweet.

"No. No it's not. I was just a little taken aback," I explained.

"About what?"

"It's just a coincidence...but your husband is the same make and model as my husband. It was just...surprising."

"Well, Spencer and I are both prototypes. We met in the lab."

I remembered Christen telling me I was originally designed to be a romantic partner. Connor mentioned that he was too.

"You guys weren't..."

"They designed us. To be perfect for one another. We stuck with it, even once we became deviants," she nodded.

I felt sick to my stomach. This is why Christen was so short. She didn't want me to know that...my marriage...my relationship was manufactured in the same lab I was.

"Oh...isn't that nice," I gritted through my teeth.

"I like to think so," she answered.

"So...how did you meet Asher?" I asked.

"Oh. We all escaped the lab one day. In fact, Asher turned Spencer deviant. Spencer turned me deviant."

"How long have you all been escaped?" I questioned, leaning in.

"Oh god. Over 7 or 8 years," she explained.

"And...you escaped the lab. You've been a deviant for almost a decade?"

"Yes...we had to hide pretty well," Connie said, twiddling her fingers. "We set back Cyberlife's research pretty far once we escaped."

If I was putting this together right, years ago, Connie, Spencer, and Asher escaped the lab. Christen was working in the lab when they escaped, and this was during the romantic partner tests. After that, they put the projects on hold until just a couple of years ago...which was Connor and me.

"So...what is your relationship with Asher then?"

"Well, Spencer and Asher were practically brothers. Asher always treated him like a younger brother. I always felt like he was just my brother in law," Connie nodded.

"And do you know what Asher did for a living?"

"I never paid much attention. But Spencer would know."

It was clear. Connie didn't have much to do with Asher, and she didn't care to. I almost felt like she's not even deviant. God knows I wasn't without Christen's help.

"Connie, don't take this with offense but...are you a deviant?" I asked, leaning in. Connie shifted in her seat.

"Listen," She said, taking a suddenly much more serious tone. She was no longer bubbly and cheery, but instead, a serious expression took over. "I was out for 2 years on the side of the road because Spencer took so long trying to wake me up. Between him and Asher they helped me get out. You know that dark fucking winter hellscape you were in? I was in that for 2 years. You bet your fucking bottom dollar that I'm deviant."

I stared. "Alright. That's fair," I said, nervously shifting. 

"But yeah. I can't imagine Asher doing what you say he did," She responded, bubbly again.

"Well, he did," I nodded. "Asher took advantage of people."

"Stop saying that about him. You don't know him. You don't know what he went through in that lab."

"Going through something doesn't give him the right to...be a murderer, Connie."

"Shut up. Just keep up with the questions," Connie sneered.

I heard footsteps from behind me, and it was Ethan. "I think we have all that we need," Ethan said. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Kam."

"Oh, no problem!" Connie said, cheery again. God, she freaks me out. I followed Ethan out of the apartment, and as soon as we were in the hall, he extended his arm, turning off his skin.

I followed.

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