A.N.: You probably shouldn't ask where this came from. After mentioning the idea, a certain other writer has been begging me to type this out. Updating will most likely be slow, as there are two projects I am begining to post today, and this one could, quite hapily, sit at a one shot for the rest of it's life. Although I hope I do not have to leave it so, I have yet to finish something of this scale, and my school work is quite demanding.
Anyway... It does get better, I promise.
Rated for: future language, death beams, robots from outer space, mild gore and France. Also violence of a mild (ish) variety.
A boy of about eighteen ran through the deserted streets. His blonde hair was short, although a small cowlick refused to sit still. It bobbed as he ran, occasionally flicking into his bright blue eyes. His glasses dangled precariously on his face, one lens already smashed. His arms were holding a bundle of cloth against his chest, and a tatty rucksack had been thrown over one shoulder.
At the end of the street, he stepped sideways into a building. The roof was starting to crumble, although the structure itself was sound. As he crept through the dark room, the sound of slight shuffling could be heard. A curtain was pushed aside a little further down, revealing only a pale hand. Grinning, the boy slipped through.
"You're late," a voice hissed.
The boy let out a loud laugh, stepping into the candle-lit room. The walls were covered in ratty tapestry, whilst the table in the middle had a broken leg. A man in his early twenties sat on the floor by such, whilst the one who had hissed was about the age of the first boy. He younger looked similar, but not the same, to the first. His hair was longer, and, rather than the cowlick, had a single curled strand. His eyes were violet, and his glasses still intact.
The man's eyes were a bright shade of green, un-enclosed by glasses. Even sitting, it was evident that he was shorter than the other two males. His hair was also blonde, but much messier than either of the other's.
"A hero is never late!" the first declared.
The green eyed man rolled his eyes, picking up one of the two bundles on the table in front of him, "We should be going. It is starting to get late," his tone of voice left no room for argument.
The blue eyed boy sighed, as the violet one picked up the second bundle. The three males slipped out of the building together.
"Did you see any chasers?" blue eyes whispered to the violet eyed one.
Violet shook his head, before shushing the other. Green signalled for them to follow him, and they slipped out into the evening air.
Now three, they jogged through the streets. All was calm and silent, except for the occasional sigh from the eldest of the trio. They turned down a couple of streets, only for green to stop suddenly. Blue noticed, and grabbed violet's arm to stop him running into the older man.
A metallic whirring sound cut through the silence, a noise uncommon in the current age. Violet winced at the sound, before dragging blue down a side alley. Green quickly followed.
Green pressed close against them, whilst violet clamped a hand over blue's mouth. Within moments, the street they had been on was filled with whirring machinery, clicking ominously. It was not long before one turned down the side street. It was built of polished steel, and was about three feet high. It hovered a few inches above the ground, and wires fell from it like tentacles. There was something vaguely humanoid about its shape, although what exactly was not certain. It looked straight at the group, then shrieked.
Violet took a sharp breath, as the three clamped hands.
More of the machines appeared in the alley-way, flashing red lights on them. After a moment's wait, the trio started sprinting towards the other end.
Blue jumped over a crate, whilst violet threw something from his bundle at the machines. Green continued running behind them, shouting for them to speed up. Looking back over his shoulder, green saw a beam of orange light heading for blue.
A scream echoed through the streets.
Blue turned to the others, eyes wide. Violet smiled weakly, blood dripping from his limp arm. A moment later, and he was sprawled on the floor, gasping for air. Blue dropped down beside him. Green looked at the two of them, then back to the machines, "Get out of here, you two. I'll hold them."
"But-" blue eyes started, lifting his eyes from the other.
"Get back to the base. I'll meet you there."
The lie could easily be heard. Despite this, blue nodded quickly, gathering violet in his arms. Violet muttered something, before hissing in pain. Blue started running, the bundles abandoned to the street.
As soon as they were a few metres away, green turned back to the approaching machines. Without looking properly he could count fifty – there was no way to win.
Still, he smirked darkly, "Nobody messes with me."
The robots stopped for half a second, before continuing their approach. Green bit his lip, drawing a small pistol from one of the bundles beside him.
"If this is the end, I'm taking you with me."
He opened fire.
