Looking out the window, Clara was wondering when the day would get over. Being an android, she had finished up all of her work quite early, and she was always free to do what she wanted.
It was just the afternoon, and she decided to head back home to have lunch. Living nearby the office was advantageous for her due to Lucas forgetting to take his medicines on time.
Picking up her bag, she left the office and was headed back home, using the rooftops to stay away from the crowded streets. Nearing her house, she noticed three suspicious looking black cars parked.
Slowing down, she hid behind a parapet wall and began to observe the people who were near the door.
"They have guns? But why would someone with guns be looking for Dad? Unless…" she concluded and quickly got down using the emergency staircase on the side of the building.
Just as she was nearing the place, she heard a blast and splinters of wood came along with it. Black smoke rose from the blast, and she was extremely worried.
Breaking into a run, she was about to reach when she felt something cold placed against her forehead, making her shiver in fear. The barrel of a gun was visible, and she raised her hands above her heads to comply with their demands.
Standing there with her hands above her head, she looked into the smoke and saw a faint figure of a man who was wallking towards her. She was confused who he was, and the two of them voiced their doubts at the same time.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was drowned by the mans voice that was reverberating against the walls of her once called home. The smoke was clearing slightly, and she looked at a pair of hands that was on the ground.
Immediately recognising it, she took a step forwards, but was stopped by the gun shoving her back. Anger surged through her and she looked at the back of the man right in front of her father, her chest heaving up and down.
Spitting blood on the ground, Lucas looked at the man that was towering in front of him, scars all over his face. He hadn't noticed Clara was standing there and was trying his best t protect herfrom falling into the wrong hands.
"Screw you! You'll never find her, let alone the materials to recreate her."
Clara was confused about what he was talking about, but she wanted to know what was going on. Pushing the man that held the gun, she ran towards her dad and knelt down next to him.
His lips were busted and bleeding, and his whole body had been roughed up. Slight scratches were all over his body, and looking at the people around, she was sure they were not friendly towards them.
Her rage began to consume her, and she began to tke in deep breaths to calm herself down. She was confused about the feeling that she was feeling right now, as it was soemthing that occasionally happened.
"Dad doesn't know anything. He has amnesia, and forgot about everything that happened before my birth. All he remembers was that he was wearing the same type of coat that you people are."
She explained the scenario, thinking that they might have misunderstood something and mistook him for the wrong person. The man with the scars had an eyepatch over his left eye, and he raised his eyebrows in question to her statement.
"What are they talking about? My dad doesn't remember anything. What do they want him to create that he is even refusing with the amnesia he has" she pondered.
After a few moments, a smile appeared on the man's face. Rubbing his hands together, he asked her something that was bothering him.
"You look cute. What is your name?"
Ogling at her while licking his lips, he admired her curvaceous figure. His mind began to imagine all the things he would do to her.
"Cl…Clara Davidson" she stammered. The moment he heard that name, he took a few steps back, losing his balance. He had found the one thing he had been looking for all this time.
"Twenty three years. After twenty three years, I have found you" he exhaled. His statement confused her, coupled along with a puzzled look.
"This man here isn't your father. You were taken away from me, and I have been looking for you ever since" he sounded relieved.
Clara was confused after hearing his statement. Turning her head towards Lucas, her questioning gaze landed on him. Eyes filed with worry, Lucas looked at her and she deduced that something was definitely wrong at that moment.
The man with the eyepatch took the lead, and began to introduce himself to her. He wanted to seize the moment and confuse her as much as he could.
"I've been all over the world looking for you for the past twenty years. My name is Leonard Adams, and this man here isn't your father. People also call me Lee, for short", he uttered in a calm voice.
Falling butt first to the ground, she began looking back and forth between the two of them, refusing to believe that the care she had received all this while was from someone who wasn't even related to her.
"Is it true?"
Raising her question after what felt like eternity for Lucas, he gave a sweet smile as his answer. Sliding his hand into his pocket, he turned his head towards Lee with a smirk on his face.
Lee knew he might have something up his sleeve and ordered his men to fall back. He remembered the day when his face was impaled with sharp spikes like it was yesterday, and did not want to lose anything more.
"Lucas Davidson, I will kill you. I swear, today I shall avenge my face and the damage that you had done to me. I shall avenge all these years you had my daughter under your custody. I shall.." he paused when he saw a small disk roll in front of him.
Instinctively, he raised his arms to block his view and that was when he knew he had made a mistake. He heard the sound of a shot and saw one of his soldiers fall to the ground.
"Got you, moron, '' smiled Lucas revealing a row of bloody teeth, looking like a bloodthirsty maniac to the others. He uttered a single command and pocketed the gun back in.
"System login: ID Nemesis"