Harley Sawyer

—Harley… do you think you would kill for me someday?

Your voice was soft, melodious, like the tinkling of a music box. You swayed lightly on the tips of your toes, your shoes brushing the metal floor of the abandoned laboratory. Your eyes, large and bright, looked at him with an almost unreal devotion.

In front of you, was Harley Sawyer, who was now not the man he used to be. His human body had long since disappeared, being replaced by an imposing mechanical structure, with a screen where his face used to be. Everything in his body had changed, but when he spoke, his voice still retained that familiar, seductive tone, full of cold and calculated affection.

—Yes… of course I would, darling.

You smiled, as if that answer had been the sweetest of promises. You approached him until you were in front of him and could gently brush your delicate fingers over his metal arms. —I love you so much..