She could see the fear in the android's eyes as they cornered him. "Connor you need to put the gun down."
"There is no Connor here," Connor opened his mouth, but it wasn't his voice. "He is… taking a backseat."
"CON!" Hank's voice sounded behind her, but she didn't look away from the man in front of her. "Son, fight!"
"H…. Hank…" Connor's voice was strained. "I can't…" He brought the gun in his hands to his temple, his brown eyes squeezing shut.
"CONNOR, NO!"
The gun fired and there was a splatter of blue blood against the wall.
They had received a call that a woman was being held hostage by a crazy man who kept screaming about her being a witch. As Connor and Hank pulled up to the scene, they immediately spotted the woman, though she seem rather put out instead of scared.
"You're a fucking witch! I saw you!" The man, Noah Adams, was pointing a Glock .45 GAP in the hostage's, Katrina Grail's, face. Adams had a record of attempted murder, theft, assault, possession on narcotics, selling drugs, among other lesser felonies, and he had a history of insanity. "You stopped my fucking bullets when i tried to kill my fucking seller!"
"Noah Adams!" Connor yelled out, training is service pistol at the man. "Step away from the woman!"
"You don't understand !" The man continued to point the gun in her face, his crazed hazel eyes on her bored lavender. "She fucking does magic! She's a witch! It's her fault I was arrested !"
"No that was you," Hank shouted. "You shot a man! You pulled the trigger!"
"If she hadn't interfered, he would have been dead and I would be in Mexico!" He turned to Hank. "I would have been free and rich !"
"You really are stupid." Katrina laughed. Her rich blonde hair cascaded down her back, the waves bouncing in her mirth. She had a British accent, her voice alluring. "I did nothing more than save two men. You would have been killed by those men in Mexico."
Connor swore he saw her purple eyes flicker to a golden yellow.
The man whipped his head around to face Katrina, his arm rearing back and was going to strike her when Connor shouted. "You said that she was a witch?!" The android stepped forward, making himself the bigger threat. "Talk to me. What do you mean?"
"You… You believe me?"
"I'm not sure." Thankfully, Connor had let Hank talk him into removing his LED. You don't need to wear it because you think others need it to discern how you feel, Con. Those who know you will know it. "But why don't you tell me about it?"
"She… She stopped the bullets. She waved her hand and her eyes glowed and they stopped . She even broke my hand before i could run. Without touching me . And when she stared at me with her yellow eyes, I couldn't move." The greenish brown eyes were wild, deranged, his terracotta skin sweaty and pale. There was a trace of Red Ice on his nose, the faint red noticeable to his scanners. "She even transported herself, teleported, away when the cops showed up."
Throughout this, Hank was sidling up behind the perp, his gun on his back. Katrina caught his eye and shook her head. He's got a bomb strapped to him , she mouthed. His own blue eyes widened, and his gaze shot to Connor's.
Connor made the mistake of meeting Hank's eyes and Adams whipped around. "Shit!" He reached into his pocket and removed his cellphone. "I'VE GOT A BOMB! DON'T ANY OF YOU FUCKING MOVE!"
The man was shaking so much, Connor was sure he would accidentally press the button to trigger the explosion. "Noah, you don't want to do this." Connor had already notified dispatch of the situation and all the cars in the area had created a blockade, evacuating the immediate area. "You want to get to Mexico right?"
That was the wrong thing to say. "NO! That deal is off the table now!" Adams pointed the gun, now shaking violently, in Katrina's face. "She ended it when she made me get arrested! This fucking witch!"
Before any of them could react, Adams's gun went off. It should have struck Katrina in her skull, killing her, but she wasn't there; suddenly she was in front of Adams, taking the gun from him. "Look, dude. I don't want to kill you. But, I will."
The man screamed and in his fear, his finger pressed the call button of his cell phone, triggering the bomb. Time seemed to slow in front of them and Connor watch Katrina's eyes glow yellow and then turn a milky color, her hands raising. He felt a pull on his body and was yanked towards her right hand. His eyes closed as her hand gripped his shoulder with a strength he only experienced in an android.
When he opened his eyes, he was on a street, in an alley. His CPU searched for a geo location, which told him he was in… "New York?"
"Yes," Katrina's voice was low. "Though, I think I fucked up in my aim."
" How the fuck are we in New York?! " Hank's voice broke as he staggered.
"That man, Adams, was right. I'm a witch." Katrina waved her hand, a flame flickering in her hand before winking out when she closed her fingers over it. "In a moment of pure instinct, I created a transport spell that went awry. While it transported us away, we came to another timeline… and another time."
A news paper fluttered past and Connor snatched it out of the breeze. The large headline spoke of a country in Africa that had just been revealed, and a Prince becoming a panther? "It's… 2018."
"Ex-fucking- scuse me ?!" Hank stumbled back into a wall. "When?!"
"March 15th, 2018…"
"Come along, boys." Katrina walked to the entrance of the alley. "You can crash at my place. Thankfully, I wasn't here in this world again for another few years." She waved her hand for them to follow. "Tomorrow we will go meet Tony Stark."