Murder Drones - The Bloody Trio (Murder Drones OC's fan fic)

Chapter 3 - A bloody trio pt. 1

The moon rose above the ruins of the world, it's ghoulish and alien like lights creeping down the structures, creeping down into the deeps and darks of the broken, desolate buildings. The moon's light seemed to try and grab any remaining hope amongst the world, but unfortunately for the moon, there was none to begin with. The moon continued to hover over the god forsaken landscape, it's lights glistening off of the frosted materials of the world, and the silent snow who was accompanied by a harsh wind. The moon continued to reach out, seeking and uncovering.

The moon, so focused on the larger picture, missed a single snowflake that gently swished and swayed in the wind. The single snowflake showed no concern to its environment, the hellish ghost like entity above who's vibrant colors spilled onto the land below seeming to pass right through it. The snowflake gently lowered closer and closer to the ground, its journey had started amongst the clouds, and now, it was here to join its fellow brothers and sisters of ice and frost.

The snowflake landed on its side on top of a broken face of a deceased worker drone, the snow's pure color being perverted by the vibrant red of the worker drone's visor, showing its errors and constant glitches. The snow flake laid still, its fellow flakes of ice gently tapping onto the visor next to it. Suddenly, a large metallic foot slammed onto the snowflake and into the worker's visor; Glass cracked even more than it already was, and the head was crushed under the sheer brutality of the stomp.

B huffed silently, shots of fog spewing from his mouth with each bit of oxygen that left his maw. B took a step back and stared at the crushed head beneath him, with one swift motion, he reached down and grabbed the head, yanking it out of the ground to reveal half of a body. The worker drone's legs were missing, but B didn't care. With a snarl, he bit into the worker drone's torso, beginning to suck on it. Small droplets of oil entered his mouth, but the lack of what he desired, and the little amount of what he got only infuriated him more. He sucked with desperation, feeling the now cold and almost thick oil barely even drip down his throat.

He let go of the worker drone from his mouth, growling and beginning to crush the torso with his bare hands. The body of the worker drone folded, cracked and groaned in agony, soon snapping, small bits of shrapnel flying out of the torso and landing into adjacent piles of snow. B threw the body away with a rage, cursing to himself and quickly looking around with feral eyes. It had only been 30 minutes, but it had felt like hours to him. To him, C promised worker drones, he even saw the foot prints she had mentioned, but they eventually came to a sudden stop, and he had to play the guessing game of where the workers could've gone.

Studying his surroundings one last time with quick glances, he snarled again and basically threw out his wings, slamming a foot into the ground and taking off with a sonic boom. The gust of wind he left behind bellowed around the area, kicking up large piles of snow that eventually settled once again. B flew around in the sky, the moon's almost ghastly lights encompassing his bright, white metallic wings. From a distance, he could easily be confused for an angel of sorts, but once within a closer line of sight, his black leather attire easily contradicted such things; B looked more like a devil than anything.

After a few more minutes of futile searching for any worker drones, B eventually landed on top of a large, yet forsaken parking garage. With the quick and rather violent landing of his metallic boots onto the concrete floor below him, the sudden drop had caused a few barely functioning cars to go off. B, after recovering from the drop, froze when he heard the sounds. His face contorted from once a exasperated expression, to one of confusion and solemnness. He slowly walked over to the edge of the parking garage, grabbing one of the parapets and tightening his grip around it. The car alarms continued to ring in his mind, his head beginning to hurt. All he could think of doing was to get on his knees, place his hands onto the sides of his heads, and to lean his head on top of the parapet. He closed his eyes for just a few moments, the sounds would stop soon, they needed to stop...