Murder Drones : Through Darkness we Reunite

Of Memories

I DO NOT OWN MURDER DRONES

Poster art was made by me.

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Chapter 2 : Of Memories

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Metallic Flesh and Oil splattered everywhere as a soft gentle light from a core continued to dim and shimmer as each second passed.

N gaped as he looked down at his chest, his arms spread wide to protect his wife and daughter behind him.

An anguished scream rang out as Uzi's purple hand reached out, hoping to save the one in front of her, any kind of help. Even as she wished a purple symbol would appear, her hopes fell even deeper when the symbol refused to appear.

A purple droneling, Luzi, being held by her mother did not know what to do, nor what to think this, she too young to properly process what was happening.

Desperation coiled and twisted knots in her stomach as she watched from afar, no matter how fast V willed her wings to fly faster, desperately reaching out to those two who should have earned themselves peace.

NO! NO! NOOO!

Even as she broke the sound barrier itself, leaving a visible shockwave across the buildings as she flew by.

She never made it in time.

The hat of a pilot fell into the cold soft snow, marred by blood and oil.

A thud of a body as their loved one died in front of them.

"N! NOOOO!-" V screamed

"OOOO-."

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V woke up in a metaphorical cold sweat, gasping

for her breath. She took a few more minutes to finally calm down.

She sat up from her bed, and held a hand to her chest, her eyes were hollowed as she continued to shake. Slowly she began to relax.

She leaned to the wall next to her bed, closing her eyes as she sighed.

"Nightmares again.. Who programmed us to have nightmares..?" V muttered as she opened her eyes. Drones don't exactly have dreams, it's more of basking in their past memories and reliving them to an extent.

"N... " If he was here he would have offered a hug and a bunch of golden-retriever behavior cuddling.

She put her hands on her face and sobbed a little, she was too late..

Never was she so regretful for not being fast enough, if she had gotten there faster she might have been able to...

...

She shook her head to get her thoughts together, thinking about him hurt quite a lot.

Oh right, she has to apologize to Luzi. Her 'not-daughter-but-feels-like-one' is probably upset for bringing up the purple idiot who may not even be alive anymore. V stood up from her bed to get ready, she walked to the cabinet that contained her modified aviator-jacket that had a long waist coat to cover her bottoms. What? She liked fashion every now and then.