Knight growls various profanities about Derik as he stalks away.
It would be a few days before he ran into Derik again, this time in the middle of the street, next to a newspaper thing detailing the escape of a military asset - in particular, Knight.
Derik was reading the newspaper, still in his hospital uniform. Or as he called it, wearable newspaper. He huffs, “Little shit.” He folds up the newspaper.
Knight glares at Derik.
"You know." he calls out in his deep, bass rumble.
Derik looks at him, “Mhm. What’s wrong with you? Want freedom or some shit? Didn’t think you could want anything like that but- oh well.” He puts his hands on his hips.
(This man has no fear- tf-)
Knight picks up Derik and knocks him out before walking away. There had been nobody around to see, surprisingly. Even if they did, they wouldn't - couldn't - do anything.
He walks into an abandoned factory or waregouse. Definitely some large, long-dead husk of a building.
He tosses Derik to the floor and wakes him.
Derik groans, holding his head. “Ow- mother fucker-“ He opens his eyes, looking at Knight. “What the fuck was that for, dickhead?!”
"You know too much. I am keeping you as a prisoner." Knight says blackly.
Derik blinks, “Dude I’ve got kids to take care of! The fuck?!”
"They will be taken care of by others. I will make some calls." Knight growls.
Derik snarls, “Now you listen here bud. I’ve gotta kid I’m takin’ care of who needs me. I’m the only reason she ain’t dead yet!”
Knight continues to glare at Derik. "And I have no connections with that kid, making his existance a void point for me."
Derik’s eye twitches, “Now I ain’t a type of guy to get mad, but I’ll show you what I do when I am. Cause trust me bud, robo dude or human I’ll kick your ass.”
Knight starts to laugh humorlessly.
"Oh? Will you?" he asks.
Derik raises an eyebrow. “I’ll attempt to.”
"Do it then." Knight says bluntly.
Derik huffs, then stands and starts walking away.
Knight literally just steps in front of Derik.
Derik huffs, ducking past him. “Tall ass mother fucker-“
Knight moves in front of Derik again.
"It is how I was made. You have an issue with it, take it up with HDZ Corp."
Derik glares at him, “Maybe I will.” He (somehow) roundhouse kicks Knight in the side and sprints off.
Knight doesn't even move at the kick.
As for Derik's mad sprint for freedom? Stopped very short by Knight's grasp on the back of his neck.
Derik yelps, grabbing at Knight’s hands.
Knight doesn't flinch, only keeps his grip as he lifts the smaller man into the air like a sack of feathers.
"No."
Derik hisses softly, squeezing his eyes shut.