Child of the Order #11

Just because I don't feel like sleeping just yet, here's another.

The blood curdling battle-cry that came from Jiminez as he charged the room, his rifle firing on full-auto, caused the team to hesitate for the briefest of moments. Shonda's body had yet to hit the floor and Jiminez knew what had become of his sharpshooter and lover. Alpha was completely unprepared for the illogical assault. He had no response to Jiminez's bloodlust. Alpha was knocked back into the wall as shells ripped through his body. Before he had fallen to the ground Jiminez was over him, rifle clicking on empty, his cry of rage and anguish echoed through the halls.

Child of the Order #10

The report of her rifle never came. Shonda's focus had been so complete she never heard Alpha's arms stop whirling. She never thought to use her mirror to check inside the door. When she pivoted on her left heel she had time enough to look down her scope. Dead on target, right between the eyes, except for the black dot that clouded her vision. Alpha's aim was just as accurate. The pen went through the scope and buried itself so deeply in her skull there was bump on the back of her skull; they wouldn't find that until the autopsy.

Child of the Order #9

Shonda drew in a breath to steady herself, closed her eyes for a moment, and pictured the shot. Her gun raised to her right shoulder, the moment of anticipation as she squeezed the trigger, the shocked expression on Alpha's face, and it would all be over. Johnson would not die in vain. One shot was all she needed. Shonda's thumb found the toggle and switched her rifle to the single shot setting. It was her time now. This was the reason she was part of the team. She was the marksman. She always made the shot under pressure. One shot.

Child of the Order #8

"Where the hell did he get all those pens?" Mac called after he turned from the door to seek cover.

"It is a school, Mac," came the response from Shonda, which was followed by chuckles from the team.

After a moment Jiminez said, "Let's take this freak down. Forget what The Order wants. Bring him down, Shonda. I'm not losing another man today."

"Roger that, sir," Shonda agreed as she moved closest to the doorway. The pens stopped flying when she pressed herself against the wall, but the sound of Alpha's arms still whirling could be heard by the team.

Child of the Order #7

Missed one yesterday so it's a two-fer today.

The pen head poked through the back of Johnson's neck, blood seemed to well from the tip. Before he slumped to the floor like a sock monkey he had time to attempt to draw four short, ragged breaths that did nothing but flood blood into his lungs. The team never even had a chance to attend to their fallen comrade as a barrage of pens were fired from within the room. Alpha's arms were a mechanical blur as he windmilled near the far wall, scooping handfuls of pens each time his arms rotated, embedding in walls and body armor alike.

Child of the Order #6

All plans to attempt a peaceful requisition of Alpha were abandoned when the first member of the assault team burst through the door. The boy did not have conventional weapons, but in the hydraulically power hands of a cyborg a pen became a lethal weapon that traveled more than 300 meters per second. It was no wonder the Order wanted Alpha captured, if all else failed he could be studied, replicated, and used as the ultimate killing machine; but first they had to capture him. The team discovered capture was easier said than done when the first man fell dead.

Child of the Order #5

As the assault team made their way through the building they were met with no resistance. The team had been given specific orders that under no circumstances was Alpha to be destroyed. If it was necessary they could try to disable him by using a taser or even wounding shots to extremities, but the mind and core, the body, must be unharmed so he could be studied. The Order was not concerned lives lost because of the actions of Alpha, only in preserving him to understand what had gone wrong in order to prevent such an incident in the future.

Child of the Order #4

It had taken far more resources than expected to bring the first one down than anticipated. He would be known as Alpha. He had taken control of the security infrastructure of school in which he had been placed and was able to wreck havoc on all attempts to breach the facility. Upon entering, the assault team found gore, blood, and mutilated bodies strewn about the corridors posed in different positions, some grotesque, some sexual, all were disturbing, even to hardened members of the assault team. Even the lights were coated in blood and gore casting a crimson hue on everything.

Child of the Order #3

The first merge of man and machine resulted horribly. It had been a teenage boy mind melded with a cyborg body. The original tests in controlled environments had been more successful than any had hoped, and even once he was released into a limited population it had seemed the cyborg technology would make it possible to transplant functional minds into mechanical bodies, but once the boy realized he was no longer human because his body no longer had to dispose of waste. He had stumbled for person to person saying, "Hello," as he drove his hydraulic powered fists through heads.

Child of the Order #2

The computer mind had never expected to be so lucky as to be offered such a pliable mind. The doctrination of the Maji of Order fell away quickly when pressured. The child gladly accepted the offer and gave over the power of his body at the promise of pain and vengeance to be exacted upon the Order. It was a remarkable union which left both parties satisfied after the first demonstration of their power. And the merge had only been 48% complete upon testing their bounds on the first scientists. The union of child and machine would be glorious indeed.

Child of the Order #1

So I've had my mind completely overrun by drabble recently after being assaulted by fun that is Jake Bible's "Dead Mech", the world's first drabble novel. So now I'm going to have a little fun with that wonderful little writing style that follows after his novel. Each day I'm going to see how long I can string together a continuous and coherent story made up of a new drabble each day. And what is a drabble? It's 100 words, not 99, not 101, exactly 100 words for an idea or story where authors attempt to show brevity and a cohesive story. But instead of following the only 100 words for the entire thing I'm going to go on the model Bible used and just created a chapter at a time that is drabble. This could be fun. It might not. I could be writing to myself again. We'll just have to wait and see. So with no further ado, here we go.

The mind merge was more seamless than any other the scientists had seen. It was as if the kid and the computer were meant for each other. Fear crawled up their collective spines when the child opened his eyes, the irises glowing blue. When his eyes fell upon them they could feel the rage filled glares of thousands. This had never been an outcome the scientists had anticipated. This was not supposed to happen. Each of the scientists struggled with similar thoughts as the malevolent grin darkened the child's features. He blinked his eyes and electric death embraced the scientists.