Chapter 9
I closed my eyes for three seconds. When I opened them, the smell of burned flesh filled my nose. I looked around, Thomas was behind the finished robot, arcs of electricity flowing from it to him. He jerked around spasmodically and fell on the floor. His face was burnt and his contorted limbs stopped moving. Big electric arcs blinded me and I covered my eyes.
When my corneas managed to overcome the blinding flash I saw the kid on his knees, trying to cover. Alkinoe was awake, pistol in hand, her jaw purple and swollen. Deinomache wasn’t where I had left her.
The robot was still.
My brother was still.
I screamed from the bottom of my lungs, stood up and broke off the machete in my chest in half. I charged the robot with my halfblade. As I was closing in, his eyes came to life
