Murder Drones J Art Novels & Stories

Even I- the sneakiest and finest assassin, was forced to give up on walking till the end myself to find out if anything illegal was hidden or not, and had to use my tiny drone to capture images instead. Satisfied with the result, I noticed nothing unusual and decided to join Dre- the Motherfucking Ninja Queen. He must have toured the lands by now. That fucking fast Ninja. Grrrrr. “HELP !” Dre suddenly screamed through the mindlink. What the hell !! What trouble did the fucktard get himself into now ?! Fuck !

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.”

The gangs went silent, their eyes once locked against each other were now fixed on the hovering machines above them. “8 seconds to comply.” Their stupor was broken, both sides fired on the drones, unleashing a tirade of gunfire on the machines. “7 seconds to comply.” The drones flew higher, dodging bullets and plasma. “6 seconds to comply.” Ymir caught sight of a single bulk in the distance. It was flying above Moreno Avenue. It was a mass of grey metal, shaped like shark of sorts. On its front were two lights, blue and red. They blinked furiously, blinding Ymir for a moment.

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.

The sky turned a bruising, angry purple. "UNAUTHORIZED ANOMALY DETECTED IN SECTOR NINE. AUDIT-Z IS NON-COMPLIANT. REALLOCATION INITIATED." Four drones, larger and more aggressive than the botanical weavers, descended from the canopy. Their "limbs" were tipped with the same ivory needles that had almost uploaded Mia. "Stay behind me!" Xander roared. He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the grid.

"The drone... Did not let me go. It... Connected... With my spine." "Oh, God! Christian!" I screamed. I dropped the knife. Threw myself forward. I ignored my leg and crashed onto my knees at his feet. His skin was ice-cold. His body shook violently. "Marcus! Help me get him down! Help me!" Marcus dropped the crowbar. Rushed to help. Deborah brought blankets to warm Christian up. Julian used his scanner to look at Christians neck. The drone arm was, like a parasite! It drove needles into Christians spine to keep him alive while he was underwater.

Her voice is a dry, useless rasp. Elias doesn’t even look at her. He’s staring at those screens like a god tracking a storm he created. “Variant Seven,” he murmurs. “Your mother’s final architecture… perfected. Airborne now. Elegant. Efficient.” He pinches the tablet, zooming in on a forest feed. A pale, greasy mist pours from the underbelly of the drones—thin, almost invisible as it drifts on the wind like dust pretending to be harmless. “It doesn’t kill them quickly,” Elias continues, his tone dripping with an unholy sort of pride. “That would be crude. It rewrites them from the marrow out.”