Cyn Murder Drones Episode 7 Novels & Stories

“I’m on my way to you, Carys. Hang in there. Just a little longer.” Discovered, the spy drone activated its self destruction mode. But right before it blew up, I heard its last transmission in Christian’s annoyed voice. “What in the melodrama is happening here—”

Dhruv’s Pov While I was in my office today, I decided to drink wine to clear my mind of the thoughts that had been bothering me since yesterday after we explained our suspicions about the fake death of Ranie, my old partner when I was still a cop and also my girlfriend, and our connection to Nyx, the legendary assassin who only kills people without hesitation. The fact that they perished at the same time and night, as well as the fact that they both died in a fire, is another reason why we feel their deaths are related.

I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria. Drones—not our drones, but sleek, black, insect-like machines—swarm through the broken windows. They have lasers. They start firing. "Defensive protocols!" Echo roars, his avatar expanding to shield the crowd. But the black drones tear through his code like paper. "It's a war," Alex yells, grabbing Kai and Emma. "It's an extermination," I realize, watching a drone vaporize a table. The celebration is over. The revolution is over. The invasion has begun.

"Seven. Six. Five..." The drones droned on, a rhythmic countdown to a moral catastrophe. "Back off!" Julian roared, but his voice was drowned out by the shuffle of boots on frost. He didn't raise the God-Slayer. He couldn't kill the people he had spent months trying to wake up.

They hit the ground, the impact jarring their bones, and rolled into the shadows of an alleyway. "It's following us," Chalida whispered, pointing to the sky. A drone, larger than the others, hovered silently above the city, its singular, massive eye scanning the streets for their signatures. "It knows," Pim said. "Knows what?" "That we're the only ones who can kill it." The drone’s beam swept the alley, passing inches from their heads. They huddled in the darkness, the sound of the city’s collapse—the silence of the power grids and the distant roar of panic—growing louder by the second.

The footage continued—outlines of the test subjects, the symptoms, the breakdown, failures, escapes. I paused the video, bile rising in my throat. I remembered this part now. Remembered the serum they’d forced into Subject 27’s spine, how he’d convulsed and screamed until his heart exploded. Damian had called it progress. I called it murder and now the world knew but it wouldn’t be enough, not yet. I needed to end the man himself. The drone feed flickered. New movement. A single figure, separate from the others. Dark coat. Deliberate steps. Moving toward the tree line.

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.

“I quit running.” I rotated my hand. The bolt spun around. It hit the chest of the drone. The machine shuddered, sprayed, and exploded in a hail of metal and fire. It was still on the riverbed. The third drone moved away and rose in the air. Then it vanished in the clouds like something that never was. “Why did it not attack?” Malek asked, still gazing at the burning wreck. I dropped upon my knees in weariness. ****** We crouched in the ancient riverbed till darkness crept in through the trees.

System: :: LAST ENTRY: 3 DAYS PRIOR :: USER: VALE, E. :: COMMENT: STATE PRESERVED – ABSENCE CONDITION ACTIVE She sits slowly. No alert sounds. No interface prompt initiates. But the drone in the corner shifts slightly not toward her. Away. Like it’s making room. Daya stares at it. “Why’d you do that?” The drone’s voice is quiet. “There might be someone else you’re not ready to forget yet.” Across the facility, absence tags grow.