Murder Drones Funny Novels & Stories

Selene screamed. “Assassination. Stay down.” I moved swiftly through the room using cover as my guards rushed in with their weapons. “Alpha! The attack came from several drones. Do we pursue?!” one of my men shouted. I peered through the sniper scope of my rifle, scanning the area outside. Very soon, I spotted the assassin hiding in the bush. But weird— It seemed like a child. A 3 or 4-year-old child…flying killing drones? This day just couldn’t get weirder.

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

Agent Drake stared into the gunman’s dead eyes. “I don’t have your knife. You would have found it after frisking me.” The gunman pretended to look earnest. The serial killer licked his lips while continuing to stare at Agent Drake, not even blinking. In the killer’s mind, he imagined Agent Drake as being one of his victims.

it was utter madness. “If you cannot even save a small bunch of highschooler humans. How then are you going to stop me when I reach full power and make all the humans in the world kill each other at once.” Drakes arrogantly spoke. He was now standing there and enjoying the spectacle as I struggled in trying to knock out and save as many as I can. Tears now filled my eyes each time I was unable to save one of my schoolmates. Thinking of the future and life they must have had ahead of them. It hurt watching all these familiar young faces as they lost their lives, killing each other.

The first drone arrived as a whisper, rotors tuned to slide under hearing; the second came with a camera eye and a mouth made of needles. The pack didn’t need orders to shoot. Muzzle flashes stitched red against the fog. Drones fell like black rain and detonated in small, precise pops that sounded like knuckles cracking. For each one that died, two more slid in the gaps, low and clever, skirting arcs of fire to nibble at cables and cameras. “Blade,” I said. “Already there.”

But her words struck a chord, stirring a memory I couldn’t quite grasp—something about a late-night conversation with the visitor, months ago, when they’d spoken in riddles about power, about secrets hidden in plain sight. Before I could ask more, a low hum cut through the rain—not a chopper this time, but a drone, its red lights blinking as it hovered above the alley. Scar cursed, raising his rifle, but the drone was fast, darting out of sight before he could fire. A second later, a sharp crack echoed, and the pavement exploded ten feet away, showering us with gravel.

Derek released her waist and took a step back, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he perused the cheeky pizza thieves. Quicker than they could have responded, Derek scooped each of the girls up, one held under each arm and ran into the apartment, leaving the door open for Ashlyn to follow. "Who wants pizza?" He growled playfully, his body turning side to side. The twin's laughter melded with their squeals in a high-pitched assault on Ashlyn's ears. But she didn't mind. A peal of laughter bubbled out of Ashlyn, the taste of joy lingering on her tongue, as she watched his fingers move deftly against the twin's stomachs in a tickle war.

I state. *Fucking nailed it,* Dozer says, over mind-link. I draw a deep breath, feeling like the worst of it is over. When Bruce sits down and the dork Norman gets up, Mick paces in my head. “How many people have you killed Travis,” he asks. Cheap shot. I keep a straight face and don’t flinch. *Yeah we’ll leave the next body on his porch so he can see what trash we take out,* Shock says, over mind-link.

And every drone began to move. The street erupted into motion. Dozens of drones surged forward—some wheeled, others hovering low to the ground, their mechanical arms twitching like predators scenting blood. The air filled with the whir of servos and the faint digital clicks of synchronized targeting systems. “Move!” Damian shouted. Eli darted after him as Damian fired two more rounds. Sparks exploded from the lead drone, but the machine didn’t slow. The bullet tore through its shell, leaving a hole that glowed with pulsing red circuitry before sealing itself again.