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

Chapter 4 - A bloody trio pt. 2

Copper-9, once a fascinating, lucrative and luscious colony, now an embodiment of a hell frozen over. Buildings rang with the bells of the deceased of what once was. Roads cracked, crumbled and roared as they succumbed to their lack of maintenance and love; And the harsh blizzards, foul toxic storms and winds perverted all it touched. Despite these horrendous atrocities that were caused by some force of Man, one could not look at copper-9, and still not be in utter awe at it. The skyscrapers towered like steel guardians over the cities, the roads twisted and turned around said buildings, connecting all sites and sectors with intentional efficiency. The roads, just like the veins in a body, stretched and curved and dug into the ground of copper-9. They dug under railroads, merged into parking lots, and even ran above and below one another.

Cars laid about the forsaken bridges, roads and parking lots, all without purpose, all without meaning. Bridges decayed and hung like dead weeds. The bitter cold was almost sweet, that is if you adored its howls and its sudden moments of lull. Despite the wind ruling over copper-9 and its deceased inhabitants, there were those who broke its rules here and there, who defied its logic, its reasoning, its rationality. A low buzz began to echo amongst the area, though none could pinpoint where said noise was emitting from. Suddenly, without warning, two mechanical anthropomorphic figures howled around the corner of a building with the screech of a sonic boom.

The figures dashed around one another, each seeming to swing, sway and defy the wind in a multitude of ways. One of the figures was smaller in stature, gliding around like a small, vigorous bird; its body representing that of a feminine shape and structure. The counterpart on the other hand seemed to dwarf the other in terms of size and stature, its wing span seeming to be double that of the elegant one; Its body was more masculine in shape and silhouette, its twists and turns being heavier and seeming more aggressive. One could say the male counterpart looked like a sizable Hawk that seemed to dominate the skies, emitting a low whirr as it glided next to its smaller counterpart.

If one were to gaze upon this duo of machines, one could easily assume they were fond of one another. From a distance, it looked to be a flight of care and concern for one another's well being, care for the where's, when's, how's and why's of their flight. They swung around one another, exchanging positions from left, to right, to up and then to down. The wings of the larger figure seemed to somewhat encompass the surroundings of the smaller one, almost looking protective; the smaller figure seemed to almost dance under the formidable wings of its larger counterpart. Yes, truly a exotic sight to be sure, but was it truly what it seemed? Was it truly two beings defying the death that surrounded them, all in one glorious, fluent flight? Defying the wind, and defying Copper-9 itself?...

Nope! One could be further from the truth. If one were to be so easily deceived, and if they were to take the action of actually approaching the figures of flight, then one's doubts and puzzling would be put to ease; For if one were to venture out, and see for themselves, they'd realize something very simple. This isn't a flight of possible love and affection, in fact...It was quite the opposite. The two beings showed otherwise, their bickering and threats being heard loud and clear as they continued to glide around the sky.

"Ya dadgum priss, ya ain't gonna win this. Not one bit!" B Verbally thrashed, quickly tucking his wings in and free falling through the gaping hole of a large, rusted highway sign. He aggressively threw his wings back out once he completed the maneuver. The two eventually found themselves trailing a large highway. Vehicles scattered about the highway with great galore, a bitter sight of what once was.

"You bloody twat, that is the last thing that is going to happen!" C replied with a growl, managing to swiftly and perfectly fly through the windows of a car that hung from the rebar of a nearby bridge, having to tuck her wings in as well to do so. Almost like an angel, she gracefully released her wings once again, a chunk of snow that had been caught on it smacking into B's face. B growled in exasperation, wiping the snow off with grasping fingers.