•your dead emerald eyes●《Chris Afton x reader fanfic》 ¤▪︎female▪︎¤

~Chapter 29~

"You recognise me, don't you?" He smirks,standing tall in front of me. Behind me I feel Alysa grab the back of my jacket, trying to ask me what was happening.
"And if I did what would you do with the information" I reply cockily. He chuckles clearly amused by how little fear he instilled in me.
"Oh dear, I can see that we aren't going to see eye to eye now, are we?" He muses, stroking his chin, mocking me, testing me.
"I don't believe we will" I reply.
"What is that amazingly terrifying thing behind you and your friends" he asks stepping forwards, in response I pull out my gun and aim it at him. My finger hovering above the trigger. One person I wouldn't be against killing...
"You wouldn't pull the trigger darling, I'm not scared" he laughs a tremendous laugh and throws his head back. I sigh.
"Oh really, why don't you test it, dickhead? I'm getting really bored and quite frankly I've got better things to do, like looking for my kidnapped boyfriend that you are in the way of me getting to" I respond with a sadistic grin stretching from one ear to the other, warning him that I have every intent to shoot his brains out if he did anything such as breath the wrong way.
"No, do tell me. What is that behind you? Where is the original Chica? This rip off one looks nothing like my daughter." He says. Of course. This is Roy. Roy Davies, Susie's dad. But why is he so familiar? Do I know him?
"Chica is not here" I merely respond, not elaborating on the point.
"That is a shame, I wanted a family reunion. However, would you call it a reunion if the two have never met?" He looks at me wanting an answer. I don't give him one, instead I purse my lips into a thin line of annoyance and anger.
"You have a sister, correct?" He continues. My eyes widen. Stacey was at home all alone. She was asleep in her cot, granted, but still alone. How does this creep know?
"How do you know of my sister?" I demand, pulling the trigger lightly, warning him to watch how he answers.
"I know an awful lot, about everyone in this family, that includes you" he provides, watching me carefully. I take a step back.
"Alysa, I'm sorry you have to see this" I whisper loud enough for her to hear. I pull the trigger on the gun and the bullet lodges itself in Roy's head. Blood splatters the wall behind him and drips to the floor. He does not waver. Behind me Alysa gasps and gags, removing her hand from my jacket and placing it over her mouth. Roy looks up, his eyes meeting mine.
"Your sister is being very well protected by that boyfriend of yours" he chides with a sick smile. My eyes widen, realisation rippling through my body, starting down at my feet and engulfing me. He had my sister. Stacey was in the hands of this sick bastard.
"Don't fret your pretty head, as I said, your boyfriend has made sure not a single finger has been layed on her since we got her. Killed a good few of my men." He continues, rolling his eyes. At the mention of Chris protecting Stacey, I relax. I know Chris. I know he loves Stacey as if she were his sister or even his own child. He would be dead before anyone touched her.
"He has your sister..." Alysa whispers, mortified. I shake my head.
"No, he doesn't have my sister." I say loudly and confidently, glaring into Roy's eyes, challenging him for the final time.
"You wanted to know what this is behind me didn't you?" I ask cockily, gesturing at Chica. Roy grins and makes an odd gesture.
"Oh yes, please do tell!" His eyes lighting up in mock excitement, he steps forwards again.
"This is a killing machine, created by the mortal fear of a young boy. Based off killer robots, it's main objective is to kill those it's provided to kill." I explain, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I made that sound scarier than I thought I would. Roy's grin only spreads wider with the given information.
"Can it deal with multiple objectives?" He asks. Multiple objectives? Why would he-
"Alysa, I do hope you can use a knife in hand to hand combat" I look back at her. She shrugs her shoulders.
"Chica, don't let even a bruise form on Alysa" I instruct. Her head inclines at the order. As if on que, several men come out and stand in an organised line behind Roy. Watching our every move. I already know how this will play out. Roy will engage me and leave the rest of his men to meet death by Chica.
"Chica, the men behind him are yours" I instruct, Chica thunders off, met by ineffective gun fire. Alysa ducks behind the shipping container and I sigh knowing that she was safe as she was going to be there. As I had predicted, Roy engages me head on, wielding a bat. So he want to go for a non-gun fight? I can deal with that. I put the gun away and simultaneously pull out the large knife William had provided me with.
"You know there is so much you don't know about me" he says, swinging the bat at my head. I duck, narrowly missing the blow. I thrust the knife at his abdomen, missing as he dodges.
"Considering I'm not a stalker and I've never met you before, I'd say that's normal" I respond, spinning and taking his back, I pull down on his shoulders, slamming his back into my raised knee. He jumps away, swinging the bat at me again, this time hitting me in my already sore ribs. I hiss and run at him again.
"Yes, I suppose your right, also take into consideration that I died before you were born" he states swinging the bat again.
"What are you insinuating?" I demand, sliding down onto the floor and slicing through his thigh. He grunts and misses another swing.
"You know me" he responds vaguely. I flip behind him and he grabs my hair, yanking me to the floor. I take the opportunity and slice deeply into the back of his foot. Blood seeps out and stains the floor and my hair. He lets out a low howl of pain and lifts his foot off of the ground, leaving him an open target. I stand and roughly thrust him to the ground shoving the knife through his stomach.
"Why don't you enlighten me as to how I know you" I say in a bitter sweet tone. I straddle his wounded stomach and he coughs up blood, choking on it. It sprays all over my face.
"You don't recognise your own father? Surely my police name isn't what you knew me as" he says weakly, somehow still managing to be cocky. Father? My eyes widen and I lower my arm holding the knife that was poised to stab him again.
"Your weak, you won't finish me off? I'll tell you how to do it" he teases. My eyes water and tears drop down my face landing on his. I grit my teeth in anger. My own father caused all of this.
"How do I kill you?" I ask softly and grin in anger.
"The brain, straight through the middle" he responds.
"Go to hell"