"Fuck."

He ripped the cords out of the back of the lifeless machine, wincing as he do so. His creation had developed at an alarming rate and he knew that it could feel. That must've hurt. He didn't have time to think about that now though; he had to get it out of here and fast. It was only a matter of time before they would get here and when they did, they would show no mercy.

He switched it on and even after all this time he was amazed at the way it's eyes blinked open slowly, how it's limbs stretched and how it seemed to almost yawn, as if it were waking up from a nap. It was so human that it terrified him at times.

"Come on," he said, refraining from shaking it awake. It stared at him, knowing him to be it's master, with a small smile, head cocked to the side, waiting for instructions. It was so unlike any of his other creations - failed or otherwise - and he couldn't believe it was all over before it had really begun. "Listen to me very carefully: You need to get out of here, quickly. I won't make it out with you so I'm sending you to a new master, okay?" It nodded, looking confused.

That was another thing. He had made creations before that managed to mimic human emotions (some better than others) but never like this one. This one seemed tounderstand emotions and why people felt what they felt. Not only did it's knowledge of human emotions surpass those of his previous experiments, but once it learned everything it could about an emotion, it could feel that emotion. It could feel happy, sad, anger and so many more that it baffled him. He had been teaching it emotions ever since he had discovered this and was tremendously pleased by the results.

"You have to move fast," he said, heart beating faster as he heard a door downstairs being kicked open. At his words, it sprang into action. He passed it a document that he knew would be helpful to the new master along with directions of where he was going and a small bag of clothes. He grabbed it's battery pack and charger and stuffed them in the bag along with the clothes. "Get on the first train to Ohio you see, don't talk to anybody. Once you get there, follow the directions I gave you - they will lead you to your new owner. Give him the document and he will know what to do from there. Do you understand?"

It gave a hasty nod, it's life like hair falling onto it's forehead. "You'll be okay?" it asked, concern lacing it's voice. It's voice was the one thing he accidentally messed up on and it still came out perfect - it was as it had built itself.

"Don't worry about me," he replied, his voice cracking as he gave a teary smile. He heard footsteps clambering up the stairs. "Go." He opened the only window in the room and motioned for it to go through. He watched sadly as his perfect creation climbed gracefully out, landing with a soft thud on the grass below. He quickly stepped away from the window as the door burst open. Three armed men ran in and looked around before locking eyes with him. All three smirked but he made sure to keep his expression passive.

"He's in here, boss."

Boot clad feet trudged their way into the room, the three men moving aside to let him through. This man was dressed head to toe in black, like the others, but you could see the distinction between boss and employee. While the three men all carried their guns in their hands, this man kept his tucked in his belt, walking calmly up to him.

"Galloway," he addressed the man as he advanced him. "What a lovely surprise. Although I do wish you'd have called ahead. I could have had tea and biscuits prepared."

The man snarled. "Steinman." He took a second to look around the lab, becoming more and more angry with every glance. "Enough games. Where is it?"

"Where is what?" he answered, feigning confusion. All traces of his creation had been removed from the room, even though it had pained him deeply when he had to burn the blueprints.

Galloway laughed mirthlessly. He reached for his gun, slipping it out of it's holder and placing it to Steinman's temple. "I said -," he cocked the gun, "- enough games."

"Oh, but I do enjoy a good game of cat and mouse, don't you?" Steinman smirked, knowing he was dead before the trigger had even been pulled.

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