The Grueler bounced onto its back legs and then onto its front legs. It bounced back and forth for a few seconds as if stretching its limbs. Then it stopped. Its limbs relaxed and started to move individually. Its closest head cocked to one side. It twisted toward Akolo.
Then it charged.
Spinning around, Akolo headed north. Taking his cue, the others ran after him.
My heart raced as the metallic creature galloped forward. I felt the heat generated by its internal mechanisms. I tasted electricity in the air.
Turning around, I sprinted north. My boots thumped against the ground. As I zigzagged through the trees, I whipped out my pistol and took a few quick shots over my shoulder.
The Grueler leapt to the northwest. The bullets whizzed past it.
It can dodge bullets?
Facing forward, I ran faster. How in the world were we going to fight it? It was a quadruped robot, fully capable of killing us. And yet, we couldn’t even shoot it.
The hatch. The stones.
Previously, the Grueler had chased us all the way to the hatch and the stone-lined trail. Then it had disappeared. But why?
The burial ground. The stones.
We’d seen more stones lining the burial ground as well as the road. While inside those stones, the guards had acted carefree.
Why weren’t they worried about the Grueler?
Rotating my neck, I looked at the metallic creature. I watched it smash through a web of bushes, crushing them into twigs and dust. Its gait reminded me of a lion.
But it’s not a lion. It’s a robot.
All of a sudden, it hit me. I knew how Eco-Trek controlled the Grueler, how it kept the metal monster at bay.
Looking east, I saw dead trees. Rocks. Hard packed soil.
And the road.
“Take a right,” I shouted. “Regroup at the road.”
Akolo veered east. The others did the same.
The air thickened. I found it difficult to breathe. Steeling my lungs, I continued to run.
Akolo began to slow as he darted around one side of a tree trunk. Beverly and Carrie ran around the other side, taking the lead. Benigno scrambled over some rocks while Graham circled around them.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the Grueler shift directions multiple times, trying its best to follow all of us at once. Its pace slowed and we were able to keep ahead of it.
Beverly dove onto the road. Rolling to her feet, she withdrew her gun. Her gaze tightened as she took aim at the metal beast. Graham ran onto the road. He swung around, gun in hand.
I gained speed, catching up with the others. I could feel the Grueler behind us, its gnashing spikes drawing ever closer to our backs.
Carrie and I ran onto the pavement. Gasping for breath, we spun around.
The Grueler shifted toward Akolo. Electricity filled the air. The kid tried to run faster.
But it wasn’t fast enough.
“Hey, rust bucket.” Benigno slowed his pace. “Over here.”
Benigno fell behind Akolo. The Grueler immediately switched its attention toward him. A metal claw swiped out, grazing the back of his right leg. He stumbled. Fell to the ground.
Machinery clanked. The air buzzed like a swarm of bees. The odors of grease and metal filled my nostrils.
And then it was on Benigno.
Graham, Beverly, and I lifted our guns. A barrage of blasts rang out.
Oblivious to the gunfire, the beast’s heavy paws struck Benigno’s chest, squeezing the wind out of his lungs. Its metallic paws pushed deep into his skin and he cried out. Its spiked teeth, gnashing furiously, shifted toward his head. Benigno tried to move, to escape. But the Grueler had a firm lock on him.
Its teeth flew to his face.
He closed his eyes. Turned his head.
A shout rang out. A blur of motion passed before me.
A loud crunching noise filled my ears. A scream nearly deafened me.
The beast’s jaws halted a foot above Benigno’s exposed cheek. Its spiked teeth clenched a struggling mass of limbs.
A soft ripping noise rang out. Blood gushed. The warm liquid sailed outward, splattering my face. Horror filled me as I stared at the now-limp form hanging from the Grueler’s jaws.
It was Akolo.
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Gunshots rang out from close range. Puffs of smoke shot into the air and the Grueler reared up. Akolo’s body slipped from its jaws and squished against the ground.
Benigno screamed. I grabbed his shoulders. He tried to fight me off, but I managed to drag him back onto the pavement. He continued to fight me, forcing me to hold him down.
Beverly scooped up Akolo’s body and returned to the road. “What now?” she whispered as she set him on the pavement.
“Don’t shoot. Don’t do anything.” I steeled my jaw. “And pray this works.”
Still holding Benigno down, I aimed my pistol at the Grueler. Beverly and Graham did the same.
Its closest head twisted from side to side. Then it began to pace back and forth, like a lion stalking a treed prey. However, it didn’t turn around as it paced. Instead, it just moved from north to south and back again.
It reared up and turned in a circle. I noticed a small gap in its armor. It exposed the beast’s central core, a tangled mass of metal pipes and wires.
The buzzing died off. The hissing melted into silence. Then the Grueler turned northwest.
And walked away.
Chapter 63
Breathing heavily, Benigno crawled toward Akolo. A giant chunk of flesh had been carved out of the boy’s neck area. His head dangled awkwardly to one side and blood was everywhere. Even a top-notch doctor with the best technology available couldn’t save him.
“Oh, wow.” Akolo’s voice sounded ghostly. “That … that hurt.”
“Save your strength,” Benigno whispered. “Maybe we can—”
“No …” Blood streamed from his lips. “This is it … don’t have much time.”
“Why? Why’d you do this?”
“You’re … you’re my dad.”
Tears formed in Benigno’s eyes.
“Please.” Akolo’s voiced turned breathy. “Save mom. You’re her best chance. Her only chance.”
Benigno tried to hug his son. “Just hold—”
“Save … save her. Please … I …”
“Akolo?” Benigno placed his ear against the boy’s chest. “Can you hear me? Say something.”
Akolo’s body sagged. I knelt by his side. Felt for his pulse. Then I reached to his face.
And closed his eyes.
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“Poor guy.” Beverly sighed. “I can’t imagine how he’s feeling.”
I glanced at Benigno. He knelt on the road. His body was hunched over Akolo’s corpse. Soft sobs filled the air as Carrie tried to comfort him.
Coldness crept over my heart, engulfing every inch of it. First, the Grueler had killed Milt Stevens. Now, it had done the same to Akolo. I wanted revenge. I wanted it chase after it, to tear it apart.
But the Grueler was just a machine. And could one really get revenge on a machine? After all, it couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. Blaming the Grueler for its actions was akin to blaming the drone for Lila’s death. Instead, I focused my anger on the two people most responsible for Eco-Trek’s various killing machines.
Simona and Pascal.
“Amazing.” Beverly shook her head. “I’d heard quadruped robots were in development, but I never thought I’d see one face-to-face.”
“I don’t understand.” Graham frowned. “Why didn’t it keep attacking us?”