Murder Drones Pilot Script Novels & Stories

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.” That was all Steven needed to know as all the fight left his body and he looked up at Gustav in horror. “Now, be a good boy and pack your stuff, will you? I don’t think this hospital will be needing your services anymore.” “P-please…” Steven managed to stutter out. “Oh? What was that?” Gustav pretended to have difficulty hearing as he placed his hand on his earlobe. “You want me to make this video viral on social media?” Steven Hallow didn’t need any more invitation. Scrambling on all fours, he all but crawled away from us before getting up on his feet and running for his dear life.

Cindy did not react. She had lost the ability to perceive anything that was told to her and just wanted a way out of this hell that existed on Earth. Alpha continued, “Therefore, I have arrived at a conclusion which is that you shall be executed before your daughter so that if she still has not learned to remain quiet in front of the members of this house, she will learn a good lesson this time to not even dare of taking a stand against me or my peers” Martha’s hand that were struggling to escape the hold of Alpha from her neck suddenly stopped.

"Do it. End the transition." "Sir, I..." "Do it before I lose the last of my mind!" "He’s begging you, Miller!" Richard held the shield, his arms trembling. "Do you have the spine to end a commander or the sense to save a soldier?" "This isn't saving a soldier! This is watching a nightmare manifest!" "The nightmare is the only thing standing between us and the drones!" Richard’s shield pulsed, absorbing a heavy kinetic slug from the drone line. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, knocking them all off balance. The mercury started to drip, losing cohesion.

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.

"You’re already dead. You just don’t know it yet." A Desperate Move Damien’s cold voice snapped: “Kyle—force open the east platform—NOW.” Before Kyle could respond, hidden steel compartments burst open, releasing combat drones armed with torpedoes. “CONTACT!” Damien roared, raising his weapon fast. Gunfire erupted, sparking through the flooded platform as Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two advancing drones. I forced back three more soldiers, emptying my sidearm before reloading fast. Rising Water, Rising Stakes

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.”

“I am not going without you," "Malek….” Another drone was flying over us in the form of a metal vulture. Malek rose and held up his shaking hands. His whole body shook in the effort. Then…CRACK. The drone caught fire, spun crazily, and crashed against a tree with a beautiful crunch. Malek fell on his knees coughing. That is all I have gotten of him." The second drone hovered over us calculatively. Someone burst out. “Kaia, code bearer, surrender; you can not continue this change."

Her father looked at her like he was seeing something he both feared and expected. “You weren’t supposed to hit zero,” he said under his breath. She didn’t take her eyes off the drone. “What happens at zero?” His silence was answer enough. The newcomer — the prototype — moved fast, grabbing one of the black-uniformed men and yanking him out of the vehicle’s line of fire before the SUV cannons turned inward, shredding their own doors. “This isn’t containment,” Ryan shouted. “It’s extermination!” Lucas scanned the rooftops. “It’s isolating variables.”

I collapsed at her bedside, clutching her hand: cold, frail, but pulsing. “Mamá,” I whispered, tears dripping onto the blanket. “I’m here. We got him. Victor’s done.” Her eyes fluttered open, glassy but fierce. “Elena… Marco…” Her voice was a rasp, but her grip tightened. “My babies…” Marco dropped to his knees, hoodie soaked with sweat and tears. “I’m sorry, Mamá. My hack, my drone ,it’s my fault..” “Shh,” she croaked, touching his cheek. “You saved me. Both of you… my heroes…”

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.”