Hi. I'm Lukas. I live in a family apartment with my parents and my brother. My brother and I are 14 and in 9th grade at Outpost 3 Junior High. I have straight A's, take Russian, and am in several advanced classes. My brother on the other hand has mostly D's and C's, is barely smart enough to take a language, and is in learning support. We're... really different from each other, despite being twins.
It started out as a normal-ish day. I was sick for the first time since 2nd grade and had to do school online. My brother was fine, though. It was just an average online school day, get your work printed out at home, join video calls with your teachers, and get checked on by your parents... except it wasn't. A little bit into third period, around 9:20, I heard a loud, heart-sinking noise.
It was our door getting busted down. Rushing out of my room, I saw my parents... die... right in front of me. There was a pair of Murder Drones that killed them. One died to a point-blank shot, the other to a core removal. Then one looked at me. That cold, heartless, death-stare. But the other one jumped at me before I had any time to react and injected me with something. Before I could comprehend what had happened, they left for the next family. I skipped the rest of third period.
After school, my brother got home and asked where our parents were. I couldn't break the truth to him, he was too innocent to understand. I just said, "Oh, they're... at the store! Yeah, at the store."
"You don't seem so sure about that," he replied. I simply tried to ignore it. I could see he was suspicious of me. Just then, I heard a knock at our door. "They must be home!" He doesn't know.
"I'll get the door." I didn't know what it was, could it be the WDF? Those two same Murder Drones coming back for my brother? No, they would've broken through it. I opened it and was greeted by two people from the Department of Residential Spaces.
"Lukas and Alex Patrick?" One asked us in a serious tone.
"Yep, that's us!" I responded, not trying to mention our parents. But my brother did.
"And Kara and Dave, right? They're at the store right now though."
"No. The WDF received a report that Kara and Dave were dead," the man said to my brother. He was shocked beyond the point of an expression, falling to the ground, his eyes gone, fainted. "We're from the Department of Residential Spaces. You two are being relocated to room C-3. You are also now legal adults. Lukas, I trust you to take care of your brother. You're a good kid."
I ask him, "What about our parents' corpses? They're in that room over there, by the way." I pointed at our closet.
"We will put them in storage. Do you need help carrying your brother?" He asked, now, in a friendlier tone.
"No, I can get him there, " I responded, picking up my brother and walking to our new room.
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ULTRADRONES: MURDERKILL
FanfictionA teenager gets turned into the very thing that killed his parents. I don't have an upload schedule, so parts come out when they come out.
