I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Interrogation Pt. 2

Monday, October 18, 2:47 pm

Central Police Station

The moment you stepped into the interrogation room, the thick sense of terror and despair hit you in the back of the throat. Neil was handcuffed to the table, but he tugged on the restraints, not going a single moment without letting out a tiny hum or grumble of despair. His LED was burning scarlet, reminding you of the blood he'd drawn. That thought helped to push away the searing pity you were beginning to feel for the android. The door clicked shut behind you, and Neil's head snapped to face your direction. His eyes were wild, like those of a feral animal. His eyes had been originally brown, but now they looked pitch black, entirely soulless. Though it seemed impossible, Neil's LED went into an even more intense red at the sight of you.

"You! You again!" Neil was hissing, reminiscent of a feral cat, blue blood dripping from his wrists from being so violently rubbed against the metal of the cuffs. "I killed you, I killed you, I killed you-"

"Neil, right?" you say coolly, and Neil goes dead silent at your calm demeanor. You pull out your chair, taking a seat and folding your hands in your lap. "I am not Abigail Coles. She is dead. You killed her." Neil, who was previously frozen, slowly began to tug on his handcuffs once again. Then, he was right back at square one, in his horrible panic. "I want you to tell me why you killed her. I want you to try and explain to me what you felt." Violently, Neil began to shake his head, growing more sporadic in his movements. "Neil?" you say, still trying to keep calm. His behavior was scaring you. "Neil??" your voice rises along with the androids stress levels.

"I won't say! I won't say, that whore deserved to die!" You winced at the shrill tone of voice that the android had taken on, and you fight the urge to cover your ears. 

"Neil, calm down!" with a steely voice, you rise from your seat, desperate to take control of the situation. You can almost imagine the expression on your partners faces behind the glass, waiting for the correct moment to intervene and tease you for the rest of your life. "Neil!" finally, you meet your wits end and lose your temper, just for a moment. Your voice comes out louder than you'd meant, but it seems to do the trick. Again, Neil comes to a very sudden stop, staring down at the table. "I am not Abigail. I am trying to help you, okay? If you don't cooperate, bad things might happen. Please, work with me." you slide back into your chair. Neil sits as well, his eyes still glued to the desktop, though you did notice that his LED dimmed into a soft yellow. "There are people here who don't care if you are destroyed, but I know... I know that Peter would never want that to happen." 

"P-Peter?" Neil tilts his head up to meet your gaze, and you nod your head.

"Peter. I just spoke with him. He's afraid for you, and I promised that I'd keep you safe, but I can't do that for him unless you help me out here, okay?"  

"Okay. I am sorry." It was as if a switch had been flipped in Neil's head. Now, he was bashful, afraid, apologetic- you knew he would be unstable, but this was almost frightening. 

"What drove you to attack Abigail?" you feel the tension in the room thawing out with every passing second. 

"She was hurting Peter... she was hurting him, I had to do it, I had to do it or she'd kill him-"

"Neil, Neil it's okay- it's okay, I understand." You stopped Neil from spiraling, and he swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding his head. 

"I felt like I needed to... protect him. I was afraid that he would be hurt, and I guess I lost control." Neil's bottom lip was trembling as he spoke, but his gaze met yours and you flashed him a soft smile that soothed his nerves even further. "I didn't mean to kill her, I really didn't. I just..." Neil trailed off, seemingly unable to continue on further. Whether he was growing too emotional, or he couldn't find the correct words, you weren't sure, but you nod your head and give him a moment to recover before asking the next question.