Disassembly Drone Uzi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His hand hung in the air for a moment before he slowly let it drop. "Okay. Goodnight, Halen." "Goodnight." The room went dark. I listened to his breathing as it eventually evened out into sleep. I stayed wide awake, staring into the blackness. Everything I had just heard played on a loop in my mind. Tomorrow, they were going to tear my wolf away. Tomorrow, Domine was going to mark Ella. I wasn't going to let that happen. I felt the USB drive in my pocket. Dad, I whispered in my mind. Tomorrow, I get our revenge. I promise.

After hugging Zohra once more, I left the house, and taking advantage of Dora’s incredible speed, I raced my way back to the car, leaving Danny-boy behind. As I passed by the warehouse where they kept me in and killed me, bile rose in my throat and my heart pumped fast, following the path of the bile right up to my mouth. Gulping hard, I balled my fists and controlled myself. I had to purge these dark memories out of me. I had to make them pay. Looking at my backpack, I smiled, knowing that Stine’s perfume had aerosol. I was one step closer to kindling more flames and converting all the pain into ashes.

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

Without thinking, Alma lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into the figure’s shoulder, but no blood came out. The figure laughed. Sparks flew. “Damn,” Ezra breathed. “It’s not a person. It’s a drone.” The drone stepped forward, metal exposed under the skin. “Time to burn, bride and groom,” it growled. Ezra tackled it, smashing its head into the wall while Alma sprinted down the hall. As she reached the villa’s stairwell, another drone blocked her path. But this one spoke her name. “Alma Sapphire Deacon. Subject 02. Welcome home.”

Lisa raised her head, staring at me in confusion. "I thought about what would happen if the drone suddenly lost power and I fell to my death. I wondered if you'd feel any grief, only to realize right after that you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd just think that the toy broke too easily and that you should find a more durable one next time." Lisa turned deathly pale. "That's not true, Dominic. I—"

"The signal’s been cut off!" The drones paused, their movements halting as the energy siphoned from their forms. "They’re shutting down," Vanessa said, her voice brimming with relief. "It’s over." "For now," Damien said solemnly. "But this wasn’t the last of them. Not by a long stretch." The Escape We ascended out of the fissure, the shape collapsing in the back of us because the obelisk’s strength dissipated. The VTOL awaited us, its mills whirring as we clambered aboard.

If I fired, I’d kill Armando too. "Damn it." I spun the drone around. I smashed the Chimera through the bridge window. Glass shattered inward in a glittering storm. The drone landed on the deck of the bridge, crushing the tactical map. The downdraft from the rotors blew papers and debris everywhere. The crew hit the deck, screaming. The cockpit canopy hissed and slid open. I unstrapped myself. I stood up in the cockpit, towering over them. I was wearing jeans, a bloody t-shirt, and a leather jacket. I held a pistol in one hand.

The hum of the drone was a low-frequency vibration that seemed to crawl beneath my scalp. It was a predator’s purr, sophisticated, silent, and steady. In the cramped, grey light of the Bushwick alleyway, the sound felt like a countdown. ​"Julian," I whispered, my hand tightening on the lead-lined case containing the Pulse-8. "Don't look up. Just move. Slowly."

He turned around and faced the drone, feeding us the video. “He has a gun,” an agent said as Howard pointed it at the drone. “He wouldn't dare,” SAC Adams said and I scoffed. “He will,” Agent Asher and I said at the same time. And Howard did, he shot the drone and left us with darkness. “Damnit!” I cursed. With Howard escaping. I can't tell Zara the truth. I ran my fingers across my hair. I have to find him! I'll find him!

I'd find out soon enough. As soon as the photographer mounted the platform to get some stills and the other photog sent the drone airborne I sent the call to bring it down. The aircraft fell down with a screech scratching the paint of the brand new truck and any perfect memories that mister perfect thought he'd have. Picking up my phone, I called him as the sniper patched me to a video on my tablet so I could see him. "I guess, a congratulations is in order brother man." "Fuck you Driggs!" He spat. Oh I know he was pissed. It was perfect.