The Murder Drones

Chapter 1

The area was dark, the sun having gone down, with thick snow covering the ground. Two robots carrying guns wandered about, collecting pieces of scrap. "Why would they send us out here when their are murder drones lurking around?" One of them grumbled, and the other smiled. "Someone has to do the work." The wind suddenly picked up for just a few seconds, then dissappeared. The odd thing about it, was that they couldn't feel it, they could only hear it.

"Um, did the wind just blow behind me?" One of them asked, and the other backed up in fear. "What?" they asked, then they choked on their blood as a sharp spike on top of a cylinder stabbed through him. "Well well well, looks like we have a few trespassers." A slightly glitchy voice said behind the impaled robot, and a female, with long purple hair, a black long cloak with a fur hood, and jeans stepped forward, a large yellow X on her eye screen. She giggled mischievously as the impaled robot spit up thick black oil, and she bit into their chest, sucking out the rest of the oil.

She then threw the dead robot aside, licking the oil off her cheek with her black forked tounge. The other robot ran to the large metal doors that kept the colony safe, but large wings with sharp metal blades sprouted from her back, and she swiftly flew in front of him and pinned him down to the ground. "No where to run~" She said in a sing-song voice, and her free hand went down into her wrist and was replaced by large sharp blade fingers. "No, wait-!" He was cut off as she sliced his head from his body with ease.

"Nice kill." A voice said behind her. She stood up and turned to a robot like her, but with short blue hair and wearing a grey jacket, with a dark grey shirt underneath, jeans, and grey sneakers. "Thank you X. Hurry and eat the oil from this one. The snow storm is going to be bad tonight." X nodded and grabbed the dead robot, sucking the oil from the body. "By the way, wheres Y? She's supposed to meet us here." She grumbled, annoyed at her teammates absence. "Right here. Sorry for the wait Z, I was looking for food." She turned to Y, who wore a black long sleeve shirt and a skirt, and sighed. "Share that body with X."

A third robot flew down to them, carrying a old dead body. "This one still has oil in it. I was saving it from our last hunt." Their last hunt was two weeks ago. They needed food badly, and the colony rarely sent out people they could pick off for food. "Good thinking W. I already had my fill. Go ahead and eat some of that and we'll save the rest for another time." W nodded and drank some of the body's oil, then they all flew to the pod they had arrived in. They sat into the large pod, and closed the door tightly shut, barracading the door with the chairs that was given to them in the pod.

They all curled up on the ground, trying to keep away from each other to not invade personal space. Z watched through the small circle window on the door, the wind blowing harshly and snow swirling around them. She looked away from the dark storm, fear welling up in her mechanical heart. Even though they weren't allowed to show it, she cared deeply for her team. She turned to her fellow Sentinels, seeing they were fast asleep. She sat up and looked at the damaged equipment in the pod, wondering if they would ever leave the frozen wasteland. But, when they kill the rouge colony, they all get to go home and their ranks will be raised to generals. She smiled as she knew how much X looked forward to that, wanting more than anything to have soldiers of his own.

Z sighed, feeling tired, and she laid down. Her eye screen went blank, and she soon was asleep.

***

Z woke up in the icy wasteland they had landed in those four years ago. But, something was different. It didn't look different, but something about it had changed. She stood up, snow falling off her shoulders and clothes, and examined her surroundings. Everything was the same. Snow everywhere, it was dark, and there were old buildings and abandoned vehicles. She then finally found what was wrong. There were no dead robots. No severed arms, no frozen bodies, not even a small shard of metal. The snow was smooth and undisturbed, as if their slaughters never happened.