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hey guys, i'm back!! come on, i haven't gotten one review!?!? is this story really that bad? if it is, i'll delete it ASAP. so at least let me know so i won't curse this website with my horrible writing. but anywho, on with the story!!
DISCLAIMER: i do not own T2, or anything Terminator related. i only own Kylie Connor.
In the galleria..Kylie made her way through the mall, bored as usual. her thoughts turned to John and his friend. 'i hope they're ok' she thought. she didn't like the idea of her kid brother being caught by the police, not again. she was so lost in thought, that she colided with someone. Kylie jumped, backing away from the person. 'oh, i'm so sorry!' she said. she glanced at the person. he was a big man, that much was obvious. he was tall and very muscular, and he looked like he could easily kick anyone's ass at any time.
Kylie blushed. 'wow, he's hot!' was the first thing that passed through her head. 'i.. i'm really sorry' she stammered, quickly stepping past him and continuing on her way. she stopped for a second and glanced back at him. he was still standing there, staring at her. it was then that Kylie noticed that he was carrying a long box that had the name of an expensive florist on the side. 'he must've gotten flowers for his girlfriend' she thought, blushing again before she quickly turned and walked away. little did she know that that 'man' was actually a Terminator, and he was moments away from changing her life forever.
meanwhile, at a nearby arcade..
John worked his way through the crowded video arcade, Tim right behind him. 'dude, would you stop asking me about Kylie already?!' John was saying. Tim had been asking questions about Kylie all afternoon, and it was really starting to annoy John. Abyssal zone.
'sorry dude, just one more question' Tim said. 'how could someone like you have such a hot sister?'
John smirked. 'she's actually not my sister, not biologically i mean'.
'she's adopted?' Tim said.
John nodded. 'yeah, mom adopted Kylie when she was seven, not long after mom met dad. Kylie's real name is Justine, but mom gave her Kylie as a middle name, after my dad apparently'.
Tim laughed. 'Kylie's real name is Justine?!' he snickered, trying not to burst out laughing.
John frowned. 'yeah, but don't ever let her know i told you that. once i told someone, and they ended up in the hospital for two weeks'.
Tim shuddered. 'whoa, your sister sounds like a total badass!'
'she is, that's why we get along so well' John said. 'she taught me everything i know'.
'cool!'
elsewhere in the galleria..
the 'cop' was moving quickly through the flow of shoppers. The place was a zoo. He stopped some kids and showed them a picture of John he'd gotten earlier from Todd and Janelle. The kids shrugged. they'd never seen John before.
in the video arcade..
John was lost in an intense battle, going for a new high score at 'Missile Command'. He parried deftly as the enemy ICBMs deploy their MIRVs.. the warheads streamed down.. it was more than he can deal with.
BAM!
The world got nuked.
game over. John slouched away from the game, looking for another. bored.
the cop was passing the entrance of the store behind him. The 'cop' moved on, down the concourse, out of sight.
John got in an 'Afterburner' simulator game. just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. 'shit, don't do that Kylie!' he said, glaring at her. Kylie laughed, sitting on the edge of the seat John was in.
'lighten up John'.
'what're you doing here anyway?' John asked, turning back to the Afterburner game.
'i was bored, so i thought i'd come here and waste some money. besides, i kind of figured i'd find you here' Kylie said, glancing over her shoulder. she wasn't sure why, but she'd been hoping to run into that hot guy again.
The Terminator walked through the crowded mall, scanning his surroundings. He moved with methodical purpose, knowing the target is close. he was, incredibly, carrying a box of long-stem roses, like some hopeful guy with a hot date. Meanwhile, The cop is pointed toward the arcade by some kids hanging out at the multi-cinema. He walked into the maze of kids engaged in synthesized combat. Cheap electronic effects blare above the crowd noise. John was shooting down MiGs at Mach 2, Kylie still sitting beside him. Just then, Tim slid up next to them and tapped John on the shoulder, trying to play it cool.
'Some cop is scoping for you, dude' Tim said. John looked around the corner of the 'Afterburner' ride and saw the cop showing a picture to some of the kids. The kids pointed his way at that moment. John ducked just as the cop glanced over toward him. He slunk out the other side of the ride and headed for the back of the store, instinctively retreating. Sarah had taught he and Kylie that cops are bad news.
'John, what are you doing?' Kylie said.
'come on Kyles, we have to get out of here' John said, grabbing his sister's hand and pulling her along with him. The cop scanned the crowded arcade and just managed to glimpse John looking back as he and Kylie moved around a row of machines. The cop started toward them. John saw the cop coming and started walking faster. Kylie looked back as the cop was shoving through clots of kids. One of them was actually slammed to the floor. the cop was gaining speed.
'run!' Kylie hissed as the cop broke into a run. kids scattered like ten-pins as the cop charged after John and Kylie. The siblings sprinted through a door at the back of the building that led to the arcade's back office and store-rooms. They were desperate to get away.
in the service corridor..
John emerged through a firedoor into a long corridor with connects to the parking garage, Kylie close behind him. They were running full out, when around the corner ahead of them came..
the terminator.
Time seemed to stretch into a nightmarish crawl as John and Kylie tried to brake to a stop. The Terminator reached into the box of roses he was carrying, quickly pulling out a shotgun, roses spilling to the floor. The Terminator's boot crushed a few of the flowers as he moved forward. John, transfixed by terror, was trapped in the narrow featureless shooting gallery of the corridor. The shotgun came up. The Terminator expressionlessly strode forward. jacked a round into the chamber, slow and fluid. Kylie looked behind her for a place to run. Her eyes widened when she saw the cop coming toward them, pulling out his Beretta pistol. That's when Kylie realized that the cop was aiming his gun at John! She turned and looked back at Terminator. She and John were then starting into the black muzzle of the 10-gauge now. aimed right at their heads.
'we are so screwed!' Kylie thought.
Then something crazy happened..
'Get down' the Terminator said. John and Kylie instinctively ducked. The Terminator pulled the trigger.
KABOOM!
The cop caught the shotgun's blast square in the chest just as he fired the pistol. The pistol's shot went wild. Friendly fire meaning minecraft. The Terminator quickly pumped another round into him. Then another. And another. Advancing a step each time he fired, he emptied the shotgun into the cop, blowing him backward down the corridor. Kylie winced. The sound was deafening. Then silence. The cop laid still on his back.
'John' Kylie whispered, her voice quivering. 'get out of here now. run outside and keep running, don't look back. no matter what happens!'
John stared at his sister, wide eyed. 'what?! No way, I'm not leaving you…!'
'John, I'm not going to argue. Go, now!'
John didn't move.
Kylie sighed. 'don't worry about me, I'll be fine! Now go!' John took a step back, hesitant.
'I love you Kyles' he said softly. Kylie smiled, kissing John on the forehead.
'I love you too John. Now go on, get!' John nodded and quickly turned, heading for the car garage where he'd parked his bike earlier. Once John was out of sight, Kylie looked back at the Terminator. He was standing in front of her. They both watched as the cop, incredibly, sat up, unharmed, and got to his feet. the Terminator suddenly turned and grabbed Kylie roughly by her jacket, spinning around just as the cop opens fire with the Beretta. Kylie's heart beat fast as the Terminator clutched her against his chest. 'what the hell is going on?!' Kylie thought, struggling in the machine's iron grip. The 'cop', who not only wasn't a cop, he clearly wasn't even human, kept firing shots as the 9mm slugs slammed into the Terminator, punching bloody holes in the machine's motorcycle jacket. Kylie was bug-eyed with fear, but completely unscratched. the Terminator's body had blocked the bullets. The Beretta clacked, empty.
the Terminator turned at the sound, Shoving Kylie through the open door of a broom closet next to him. Then he dropped the empty shotgun, walking toward the 'cop'. The cop quickly inserted another round of bullets into his gun. the Terminator still had twenty feet to go. He never broke his purposeful stride. The cop then opened fire, Bullets raking the Terminator's chest. He didn't even flinch. only Ten feet to go.
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
Neither the cop nor the Terminator showed the slightest change in expression as the pistol ripped the Terminator's wardrobe to shreds.
CLACK!
The pistol emptied again. the Terminator stopped two feet in front of the cop. They appraised each other for a second. Kylie realized then that Sarah had been right all along. Terminator's did exist! 'just, not yet' she thought. She realized that the cop must've been a terminator too. As a matter of fact, he was a terminator, a T-1000 to be exact. A newer model than the one Sarah had described to her. This guy was a prototype.. and little did Kylie know, he had quite a few surprises. as she was taking all this in, The T-1000 and the Terminator were sizing each other up. the Terminator moved first. He grabbed T-1000 in his massive hands, but the T-1000 snapped back with a counter-grip. After about two seconds of intense slamming, the walls on both sides of the corridor had all the plaster smashed in, and the two battling machines had blasted through the wall and disappeared. Kylie, totally stunned by all this, suddenly remembered to move. She staggered to her feet, Stumble-running toward the parking garage.
in the third level concourse..
A plate glass window exploded without warning, and the Terminator crashed through to the tile floor like a sack of cement amid the screaming crowd. The T-1000 turned without a word and headed back through the store after Kylie and John, accelerating slowly into a loping, predatory run. the Terminator didn't move, laying totally still. A nearby tourist cautiously stepped forward and took a picture of the body. Suddenly, the Terminator's eyes snapped open. The stunned tourist backed away. the Terminator sat up and looked around, getting his bearings. then he rose smoothly to his feet. All servos seemed to be working fine. The tourist's camera whirred as the motor-drive ran on by itself, taking shot after shot. The owner wasn't even looking through the eyepiece, he was so shocked.
in the parking garage..
John was frantically pumping the kick-start of his bike, scared shitless. 'damn thing, why won't you start!' he thought. He'd been pacing back and forth in front of his bike for the past few minutes, debating weather or not to go back for Kylie. He'd finally decided to do as she said, and get the hell away form the mall. And now His hands were shaking so badly he couldn't find the choke. He looked up just then and saw -- The T-1000 running down the corridor toward him. John fumbled with the choke. The bike caught. He slammed it in gear and spun the bike out into the main aisle of the garage. John took a chance and looked back… the T-1000 was behind him, running. John twisted the throttle and gunned the little bike forward. Incredibly, the T-1000 was gaining. 'This nightmare isn't happening!' he thought. John raced out the exit ramp, and charged right into the street.
Meanwhile, back in the mall…
Kylie turned the corner, heading toward the parking garage where she knew John had gone to get his bike. 'John better have listened to me!' she thought as she turned another corner and slammed into something, causing her to fall on her back on the hard floor. 'ow!' Kylie groaned as she sat up, looking at who she'd run into. 'you!' she cried, her eyes widening at the sight of the Terminator standing over her.
'Kylie Connor?' he said in a thick Austrian accent, his face an expressionless mask. Kylie's heart pounded in her chest as she nodded slowly.
'y-yes, I'm Kylie. And are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?! Why are you after me and my brother?!'
'I am not the one after you. The T-1000 is' the Terminator said. 'you and John are in great danger'. He leaned his hand down toward her.
'now come with me if you want to live. We must get to John before the T-1000 does'. Kylie stared at him for a minute.
'I'm going to regret this' she mumbled, hesitantly taking the Terminator's hand.
meanwhile..
John shot into the busy traffic, cutting off a big-rig tow truck. The driver swore, hitting his air horn. What the driver didn't see was the 'cop', who emerged onto the street and ran back at the truck.
in the truck..
The driver heard a thump as something slammed against his door, then he suddenly felt himself pulled right out. the T-1000 slid in and took his place. The truck was still rolling along about 25 mph, and the T-1000 accelerated after John without missing a beat. It can see him up ahead, weaving through traffic. out of the garage entrance, the Terminator roared onto the street on his Harley, Kylie sitting behind him on the back of the bike. He accelerated after the others.
in the flod control channel..
John slid his bike down the service ramp faster than he'd ever done it before. He raced along the bottom of the canal, turning into a narrower tributary which had vertical sides. He took a chance and looked back. No sign of the pursuing T-1000. Suddenly he sa the sun blocked out by a great shadow. The Kenworth tow-truck.. big as a house, all chrome and roaring diesel engine.. crashed through the fence and launched itself right into the center of the canal. It crashed down, 15 feet to the ground, going about 60, hit at an angle and tore into the concrete wall with a hideous grinding of metal. It then ricocheted back and forth between the walls.
Then, bellowing like a gunshot stegosaurus, it just kept on plowing forward, gathering speed. John looked back again and saw the wall of metal almost filling the narrow concrete canal and he milked every last bit of throttle that his little bike had. The Kenworth was all muscle, tearing along the canal like a train in a tunnel. Its big tires sent up huge sheets of muddy spray, backlit in the setting sun. It looked like some kind of demon.
And.. it was gaining.
above them, on the service road running parallel, the Terminator was fighting to overtake them. He looked down and saw John with the tow truck from Hell catching up to him. It is only about twenty feet behind him and still gaining. in the canal, a desperate John looked back at the wall of metal filling frame behind him, more scared then he'd ever been in his life. above, the Terminator cut the bike suddenly hard to the left, leaving the road, and nearly knocking Kylie off the bike. Hitting an earth embankment just right, he jumped the bike into the air like Steve McQueen in 'The Great Escape' and vaulted the fence bordering the canal. The bike slammed down at the edge of the canal and tore along, inches from the drop-off on a dirt path, accelerating past the truck in the canal below. John hit some water and slew, momentarily loosing speed. The massive push-plate on the front of the truck slammed into his back fender. panicked, John pulled a little ahead.
All this was happening at about sixty miles and hour, top speed for the little dirt bike. everything seemed to suddenly happen in slow motion for Kylie as the Terminator jumped the bike again. this time the 700- pound Harley sailed out into space and dropped into the canal. It arced down between the truck and John, hitting on its wheels. It bottomed out, an explosion of sparks shooting out from under the frame. only the ultra-fast reflexes of a machine could keep the bike upright. The Terminator fought for control. He gunned the throttle and the powerful bike roared up beside John's tiny Honda. The Terminator swept the kid off his machine with one arm and swung him onto the Harley, in front of him. John's Honda weaved and fell, smashing instantly under thundering tires of the Kenworth.
The Harley roared ahead, hitting eighty mph. Ahead was an overpass, and supporting it was an abutment which bisected the canal into two channels. The Harley thundered into one channel, which was essentially a short tunnel. Kylie glanced behind her. 'That truck can't fit on either side!' she thought. Neither could it stop, at that speed. Tires locked as it slid on the muddy concrete and piled into the concrete abutment at seventy mph. the Terminator, John, and Kylie emerged from the tunnel, looking back to see a fireball blast through behind them as the truck's side-tanks exploded. The Terminator stopped the Harley. John peered around the machine's massive body to see the destruction. A burning wheel wobbled out of the tunnel and flopped in the mud. the Terminator then reved the bike and drove away, down the canal, disappearing around a bend.
Back at the wreckage, a column of black smoke rose from the overpass. Smoke boiled from the tunnel as well, and inside it was a solid wall of flame. A figure suddenly appeared in the fire. just an outline. walking slowly.. calmly. The figure emerged from the flames. It was human-shaped, but far from being human. a smooth chrome man. not a servo-mechanism like the Terminator is underneath, with its complex hydraulics and cables.. this thing was a featureless, liquid chrome surface, bending seamlessly at knees and elbows as it walked. It was similar to mercury. a mercury man. Its face was simple, unformed. Unruffled by thousand-degree heat, it walked forward. with each step, detail returns.
First, the shape and lines of its clothing emerged from the liquid chrome surface, then finer details..
buttons,
facial features,
ears..
But it was still all chrome. with its last step, the color returned to everything. It was the cop again..
handsome
young face,
blond hair,
icy eyes.
It stopped and looked around. It was a perfect chameleon. a liquid metal robot. a killing machine with the ultimate skills of mimicry for infiltration of human society. nearby, several police cruisers and a fire truck pulled up. the T-1000 climbed out of the canal behind them. More cops arrived. the T-1000 blended in perfectly. There are always cops at disasters and scenes of violence. its choice of protective mimicry is perfect. It walked among the other cops, unnoticed. It then got into one of the squad cars, Started it and drove away.
meanwhile..
the Terminator, with John in front of him, and Kylie behind him on the Harley, roared down an empty street. John craned his neck around to get a look at the person/thing he and his sister were riding with. John was still in shock from the experience of what had just happened. 'Whoa.. time out. Stop the bike!'John cried, making a time out signal with his hands. the Terminator immediately complied, leaning the bike into a turn. they headed into a nearby alley.
in the alley
the Terminator's bike rolled into the alley and came to a stop. John and Kylie slide off the bike. Kylie nearly fell to her knees, her legs shaking.
the Terminator sat on the bike, impassively staring at her. John checks out the machine.
'Now don't take this the wrong way, but you're a terminator, right?' John said tentatively.
'Yes. Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101' the Terminator replied.
'no way!' Kylie gasped. She slowly reached out and touched the Terminator's face, feeling his soft, human-like skin. John walked behind him and touched the blood on his jacket. The ten year olds' mind overloaded as the reality of it hit him.
'holy shit.. you're really real! I mean.. whoa!' he said, stepping back.
'You're, uh.. like a machine underneath, right.. but sort of alive outside?' Kylie questioned.
'I'm a cybernetic organism. living tissue over a metal endoskeleton' the Terminator said.
'This is intense' John mumbled. 'Get a grip, John. okay, uh.. you're not here to kill us..'
Kylie rolled her eyes. 'no shit, Sherlock' she said sarcastically.
'So what's the deal?' John asked.
'My mission is to protect you. both of you' the Terminator said.
'Yeah? Who sent you?' Kylie asked.
the Terminator turned to her. 'You did. Thirty years from now you reprogrammed me to be your and John's protector here, in this time'.
John gave him an amazed look. 'This is deep'.
a little while later..
John, Kylie, and the Terminator were on the bike again, weaving through the side streets.
They blended into the evening traffic. In the darkness, the Terminator's wounds were not readily visible.
John craned his head up and back. 'So this other guy? He's a terminator too, right, like you?'
'Not like me' the Terminator said. 'a T-1000. advanced prototype. a mimetic polyalloy'.
'What the hell does that mean?' Kylie asked.
'Liquid metal' the Terminator answered.
'Radical' John murmured.
'You are both targeted for termination. the T-1000 will not stop until it complete its mission. ever'. John and Kylie mulled that over.
'Where we going?' John asked.
'We have to leave the city, immediately. And avoid the authorities'. the Terminator said.
'Can I stop by my house? I want to get some stuff' John said.
'Negative. The T-1000 will definitely try to reacquire you there' the Terminator said.
'you sure?' Kylie said worriedly.
The Terminator turned to look at her. 'I would'.
a few minutes later, the Terminator dorve in a parking lot near a payphone.
John quickly went through his pockets for change. He had plenty of bills but no quarters. 'Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks, but I gotta warn them' he said as he finished fumbling through his pockets. 'Shit! You got a quarter sis?' John asked when he found he didn't have any change.
Kylie shook her head. 'sorry John, I don't have anything'.
John turned to the Terminator. 'how about you? You got a quarter?'
the Terminator didn't answer, but he reached past John and smashed the cover plate off the phone's cash box with the heel of his hand. A shower of change tumbled out. the Terminator then handed one to John. 'thanks' John mumbled as he dialed. 'Janelle? It's me' he said a few seconds later when the phone was answered. In the backyard, John could hear his German Shepherd going bonkers, barking at something.
'John? Where are you, honey? It's late. You should come home, dear. I'm making a casserole' Janelle said worriedly.
John listened, an odd look on his face. He covered the phone's mouthpiece and turned to Kylie and the Terminator.
'Something's wrong. She's never this nice' he whispered.
Kylie frowned. 'your foster parents treat you like crap?'
John nodded. 'The dog's really barking' he said worriedly. 'maybe the other Terminator's already there. what should I do?' the Terminator suddenly reached over and took the phone from John's hand.
Janelle's voice was floating through the receiver.
'John? John, are you okay?'
the Terminator spoke into the phone in a perfect imitation of John's voice..
'I'm right here. I'm fine'. he frowned suddenly, covering the mouthpiece with his hand. 'What's the dog's name?' he asked John(in his regular voice).
'Max' John whispered.
The Terminator nodded, speaking into the phone again(in John's voice). 'Hey, Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy? I can hear him barking. Is he okay?'
'Wolfy's fine, honey, Wolfy's just fine. Where are you?' Janelle asked. the Terminator unceremoniously hung up the phone, turning to John and Kylie.
'Your foster parents are dead. Let's go'. He said, heading for the bike.
Kylie, shocked, followed after him.
in the voight house/kitchen..
Janelle hung up the phone, Her expression neutral.
calm.
her arm was stretched out straight from the shoulder.
Partway along its length, her arm had turned smoothly into something else…
a metal cylinder which tapered into a sword-like spike. Todd Voight was pinned to a kitchen cabinet by the spike, which had punched through his milk carton, through his mouth and exited the back of his head into the cabinet door. His eyes were glassy and lifeless. The spike was suddenly withdrawn
SWIISHHTT!
so rapidly, Todd actually stood there a second before he slumped out of sight. thump! Janelle didn't bat an eye as the spike smoothly changed shape and color, transforming back into a hand, and then..
Janelle changed rapidly into the 'cop', the T-1000. The change had liquid quality. the T-1000 opened the back door, approaching the big German Shepherd, which slinked away from the machine, barking in fear. the T-1000 walked right into pen, Reaching down toward the animal. There was a sickening thunk followed by a shrill yelp. Then the T-1000's hand snapped up, holding a bloody dog collar. The tag read Max. the T-1000 nodded thoughtfully, heading back to the house.
back in the parking lot..
it was dark in the quiet street.
the Terminator stood near the Harley, watching John pace before him. Kylie stood beside the Terminator, glancing at him every few seconds. her brain was calling time-out. this was all too weird.
'I need a minute here, okay?' John said. he looked at the Terminator. 'you're telling me that the T-1000 can imitate anything it touches?'
'Anything it samples by physical contact' the Terminator replied. John thought about that, trying to grasp their opponent's parameters.
'Like it could disguise itself as anything..
'a pack of cigarettes?' Kylie guessed.
the Terminator looked at her. 'No, only an object of equal size'. John and Kylie were both still reeling from meeting one terminator, who now seemed downright conventional next to the exotic new model.
'Well, why doesn't become a bomb or something to get us?' John asked.
'It can't form complex machines. guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts. It doesn't work that way. but it can form solid metal shapes' the Terminator answered. John sat on the curb, lost in stunned thought. Kylie stood leaning against the bike, the Terminator next to her, watching the street like a Doberman. He glanced at Kylie.
'We spent a lot of time in Nicaragua.. places like that' Kylie was saying, telling the machine about how Sarah had raised her and her brother. 'For a while mom was with this crazy ex-Green Beret guy, running guns. Then there were some other guys. She'd shack up with anybody she could learn from. So then she could teach John and me how to be these great military leaders. Then she gets busted and it's like.. sorry kids, your mom's a psycho. Didn't you know? It's like..'
'everything we'd been brought up to believe was just made-up of bullshit, right?' John finished, walking toward them and hearing the end of the conversation. 'I hated her for that' he continued, looking at the Terminator. 'But everything she said was true. We gotta get her out of there'.
'Negative. The T-1000's highest probability for success now would be to copy Sarah Connor and wait for you two to make contact with her' the machine said.
'Oh, great. And what happens to her?' Kylie asked.
'Typically, the subject being copied is Terminated' the Terminator replied matter-of-factly.
'terminated!? Shit! Why didn't you tell us? We gotta right now!' John cried.
'Negative. She is not a mission priority' the Terminator said.
'Yeah, well fuck you, she's a priority to me!' John yelled, striding away. the Terminator went after him and grabbed his arm. John struggled against the grip, which didn't do him much good. 'Hey, dammit! What's your problem?' he yelled as the Terminator started dragging him back to the bike. John spotted a couple of collage-age, slab-o-meat jock-types across the street and started yelling to them. 'Help! HELP!! I'm being kidnapped! Get this psycho off of me!' The two jocks started toward them. John yelled in outrage to the Terminator.
'please, let go of him!!' Kylie cried. To her surprise, the Terminator's hand opened so fast, John fell right on his butt. He looked up at the open hand.
'Oww! Why'd you do that?' John cried.
'she told me to'. The Terminator said, looking at Kylie. John stared at the machine in amazement as he realized..
'You have to do what we say?!'
'That is one of my mission parameters'.
'Prove it' John said, getting to his feet. 'stand on one foot'.
the Terminator expressionlessly lifted one leg.
John grinned. 'Cool! my own terminator. This is great!'
Kylie sighed, rolling her eyes. 'he's not your personal performing monkey John, he's a futuristic killing machine! And besides, he has to listen to me too'. Just then, The two jocks got there and looked at the Terminator standing there calmly with one leg up in the air. this big guy in black leather and dark glasses, standing like a statue.
'Hey, kid. You okay?' one of them asked. John turned to him, no longer needing to be rescued.
'Take a hike, bozo' John said.
'Yeah? Fuck you, you little dipshit!' the other jock said.
'Dipshit? Did you say dipshit?!' John asked, turning o the Terminator. 'Grab this guy' he commanded. the Terminator complied instantly, hoisting the guy up, one-handed, by the collar. the guy's legs were pinwheeling. 'Now who's the dipshit, you jock douchebag?' John said, smirking. Immediately, things got out of hand. The guy's friend jumped behind the Terminator and tried to grab him in a full nelson, but the Terminator threw the first guy across the hood of a car, grabbed the second by the hair, whipped out his .45 in a quick blur, and aimed the muzzle at the guy's forehead. Kylie grabbed the Terminator's arm with a yell as he pulled the trigger… Kylie's weight was just enough to deflect the gun a few inches. The guy flinched, stunned by the K-BOOM next to his ear. He stared, shocked. practically pissing himself. John and Kylie are freaking out, too.
'Put the gun down! NOW!!' Kylie screamed at the Terminator. The Terminator obediently set the .45 on the sidewalk. John scooped it up fast, then turned to the shocked civilians, who couldn't believe what just happened.
'go on, get out of here' John said. they did.
Fast.
John grabbed the Terminator by the arm and tugged him toward the bike, still holding the gun, and feeling reluctant to give it back. 'geeze.. you were gonna kill that guy!' John gasped.
'of course. I'm a terminator' the machine said simply. John stared at him. having his own terminator just became a little bit less fun to him.
'Listen to me, very carefully, okay? You're not a terminator any more. alright? You got that? You can't just go around killing people!'
'Why?' the Terminator asked.
'Whattaya mean, why? 'Cause you can't!' Kylie said.
'Why?' the Terminator asked again.
'You just can't, okay? trust us on this' John said. the Terminator just didn't get it. John and Kylie stared at him, Frightened at what just almost happened. John had just gotten a glimpse of the responsibility that comes with power. finally he handed the .45 back to the Terminator, who put it away. 'Look, we're gonna go get our mom. And I order you to come with us'.
well, how was that one? any better, worse? please let me know, i need to know if you guys like this or not.
Terminator: i did not like it
me: you're a Terminator, you don't like anything
Terminator: true
me:*rolls eyes* anyway, please review guys!! until next time, peace!!!