Murder Drones J Art Novels & Stories

"You cannot fight a machine with a silver knife, Calista!" "Look at the fuel line!" I pointed my good right hand toward the belly of the hovering drone. Because I was a doctor, my eyes were trained to look for the weakest point in anything, whether it was a human artery or a piece of steel machinery. Directly under the spinning gun barrels, a small rubber tube was pulsing with a bright blue fluid. It was the synthetic blood that powered the drone's engine. "Jarek" I screamed, turning my head toward the dark bushes behind our log.

"Impressive, now let me also show you what's new." He then brought up his arm and rapidly tapped fingers on a screen device attached to his wrist, and from his car drones flew out. Not just drones, but highly weaponize killer drones. "Target confirmed, permission to engage," the AI attached to the wrist device requested. "Fire," he ordered softly. "Authorization confirmed." "Fly out of here Naomi!" Jeremy shouted suggested. "Not without you," she said in a monstrous voice. The drones began to fire at her, but her high speed of flying really saved her even a single hit. The drones however had already locked their aim at her and followed wherever she flew. Marcus soon grew impatient and raised

Half-mouthed. A young, executive-type guy in a plum-colored shirt, open tie, looks me up and down as he passes, turning his head to catch my gaze over his shoulder. My eyes freeze on him as the third one twitches open. I catch it shut, slamming down an image of him stumbling forward as he grabs at his throat—something black sluicing from his mouth, running over his hands. Hot as tar. Smoking where it spreads. There’s panic in his eyes. Like he doesn’t know why. He’s gone when I see clear again. Another stranger I killed for no reason.

One bullet, one small metal object lodged in his skull, that changed our lives forever. I hurriedly opened the door to Eddy Manson's office, and what I saw left me speechless. On the floor, bathed in a pool of blood, I can see the body of the young notary, still wearing his glasses, his eyes open and a gun in his hand. When I look up, I see the last person I'd expect to see in a place like this, Drake.

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

That was bait. Once Ricco unlocked the “grid,” it unlocked him. I knew where he was the second he popped his transmitter. The flood system? That was just theatre. I didn’t need to drown him. I needed him wet, panicked, climbing a ladder with false hope— Only to meet my drone. The drone didn’t kill him. It looked him in the eye. And then broadcast his location. Because death doesn’t humiliate. Exposure does. LORENZO. BLACK CLAW. SOUTH.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

She pointed at her and declared sternly, “DaraSmith, I just did a full inventory. The Carters’s medicine is indeed missing! And the missing items match exactly with what’s in your bundle! What do you have to say now?!” ***

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.