88 looked around him, waiting for Will to show up to fix him. The damage to his left arm was hindering his functions. He waited for hours but he didn’t come, no one did. 88 was getting restless, something he didn’t like. The emotions that he was feeling was something he was not supposed to have but was able to get. That something was programmed into him but by whom, he did not know. He wanted to know. That was something that eluded him. Memories that belonged to him, plagued him and yet they are not his. They belonged to someone else and that person, he considered worse than him. 88 walked around the room, looking at the pictures on the wall. Pictures of people Will knew. There was one that looked like a birthday party, another picture had just Will and Clare. Many people 88 didn’t know, but then one picture caught his eye. It was Will, he was sitting across from another man. The nameless man triggered a shock to his system. His eyes widened when he gazed at that smiling face.

“This person….”

88 touched the picture, tracking around the figure. “Is the one I awoke to.” He looked down at his hand. “I also killed him. Underneath that light.” His gray eyes clouded with confusion. “Who are you to me?” He asked the man with sandy dirty blonde hair. He begged the question that he wanted but would never get. 88 narrowed his eyes, as a loud bang shot through the wall. He turned and looked behind him. There was a male and female model. The Number’s 78 and 79 tattooed on their faces. 88 frowned, getting rather annoyed with the hit list on him.

“I take it you two won’t give me an answer like 89?” He spoke to the two. Neither of them spoke, just moved with speed faster than 88 expected. 78 came charging at 88, gun firing, emptying the load behind the wall where 88 once stood. 79 pulled her whip out, grabbing 88’s damaged arms using her strength to slam the younger model. 88’s face didn’t register the pain he should be feeling. He took his arm with the blade and cut the whip. He fell on the ground to dodge 78’s kick which connected with the ground, missing 88’s face by an inch.

88 grabbed 78’s foot, extracting his blade to dismember 78’s leg. The metal slashed through the joints with ease, as 78 fell to the ground losing balance. 88 rolled to get away, standing up to face the onslaught 79 was going to dish out.
79 brought her whip to a tight stretch, as 88 had his blade in front of him, ready to slash it. He was fixated on her, ready for her next move. 79 charged forward, 88 ducked, a single bullet rang. 79 fell backwards, as a visible bullet in the head marked the kill zone. 88 stood up, turning around to look at 78 who was on the ground, with a bullet in his arm. 88 smiled. “That’s the thing with old models, they get replaced by newer ones.”

78 fired more shots, but 88 dodged with ease. He vanished from 78’s sight, only to appear behind him. 88 slashed his blade down. 78’s head rolled on the ground as his body fell with a heavy thud. 88 looked down at the two defeated models. He now knew it wasn’t safe at Will’s work station, so he decided it was best to find Will himself. 88 hoped that Will was better off then he was faring. 88 turned to leave, he glanced one last time at the damaged photo. That man in the picture was something to Will and his former self.

*

Clare heard a knock at the door, she walked over to it with caution. She looked threw the peek whole and smiled. She opened it with a smile. “Will, why do you have to knock for your own home?” Clare then noticed, Will wasn’t smiling. Then her smile faded away, when she saw a gun. There was a man she had never seen before. “Will?” 

“Clare, sit down and shut up.” He said with no humor in voice. Clare moved out of the way for the two men to enter the room. She didn’t say anything, only followed orders. Clare wasn’t going to argue with the guy with the gun. Dr. Ackell smiled when he saw the woman. 

“My dear, you are my trump card.” Clare looked at him, rather spooked that he was reading her mind. She looked over at Will, who grabbed his laptop. He started typing frantically. “So, how long have you been planning this little ruse of yours?” Dr. Ackell pointed the gun at Clare. “I did Rodney in, I can do your cute little sweetie no problem. Now quit talking, start writing.” 

Will flinched. “Okay, okay.” He frowned. Clare knew things would become dangerous, but she stayed with Will because she loved him. Regardless of what troubles she’d be in. Will tested his boundary, as he figured it was his pastime now. “Someone will find his body in due time.” Dr. Ackell sighed, but smiled any ways. “What do you want from me, my plan?” Dr. Ackell walked around tapping the gun to his head. Will wished for the gun to go off accidentally. “My dear co-worker, you expect me to tell you my plans? What fool do you take me for?” Will mumbled, giving a small smile. 

“Trying to lighten the mood. I’m a rather talkative person.” Clare’s eyes bulged at bit as she barked at him. 

“Is this a time to be making jokes, he has a fucking gun.” The older man erupted with laughter. 

“It seems your old lady has more sense then you Will, she knows who has the power.” Will frowned and only deepened when the computer beeped, telling it was finished with his project. 

Will had to think fast. “I have the program uploaded but it’s still password protected. We have to go back to cooperation to..”

Will screamed and fell backward, clutching his left leg. Dr. Ackell smiled, he had pulled the trigger. “My hand slipped.” Clare ignored Dr. Ackell and ran to Will, who was bleeding on the ground. “You son-of -a-bitch.” He cussed at the man, looking up from the ground.
“Will…” She pressed down on his leg, trying to stop the flow of the blood. Dr. Ackell flicked his gun. 

“ Get up, I’m taking both of you with me.” Clare helped Will pick himself up. He leaned on her for support. His nose fell softly on her hair, he smiled a bit. Strawberry shampoo. Something so small, became very aware to him. Clare started walking, dragging Will along, keeping the pace the man behind them allowed them to take. Clare looked up at Will. 

“I love you.” She spoke, hoping it wouldn’t be her last. “I love you too.” He held her closer, regretting he dragged her deeper into his world of hell. Dr. Ackell looked at the two. A taste of disgust lingered in his mouth. Simple human life, he distrusted it all. Love he considered a problem that should be eliminated but for some reason, that girl who’s life was taken, made him feel remorse. So therefore, he’s bringing her back to kill that emotion that still made him feel human.

*

“You know, hope is a funny thing. People follow it blindly like a religion.”

“I don’t see hope as that. I also don’t know why you think you are god.”

“I’m a god, because I can talk with her.”

“That other voice I hear, calling me?”

“NO!! Why would she call to you?”

“I just hear a voice, full of sadness.”

“You’re lying, she isn’t sad, she isn’t.”

**********

"Can you not hear her?"

"I can only hear you...."

************