I'll Be Back.
By Frank Candiloro
Chapter 1
Thursday, April 16th, 1986
2:45pm
Doctor Emmett Brown was sorting out some stuff in his attic. His old garage on JFK drive was very cluttered and when he and his family moved to a much bigger house most of the junk was moved to the attic.
"Hey Doc, look at this." Marty McFly said.
Doc looked up. Marty held in his hand a photo frame. It showed a man with long grey hair and dark sunglasses.
"Who's this guy?" Marty said.
"That? Oh that's my old rival Furlong Hamilton. We were friends in secondary school, but when we entered university I did better at it then he did. Like me, he was interested in science. His goal was to create cyborgs which could help out mankind." Doc explained.
"What happened to him?" Marty said.
"While he was studying cyborg technology I was busy with my quantum studies, or time travel, in other words. As I said before, I did better than him and it infuriated him. From then on, his goal was to do better than me. But he failed. Then, in 1980 he left the university. I never saw him again." Doc said.
"What do you suppose he is doing now?" Marty asked.
"I don't know. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I don't really like him that much." Doc said.
* * *
Some where in a back alley, lightning flashed. A man with brown hair and a muscular build appeared. That man, was the T-800, a killing machine from the future.
It needed some clothes, because it was totally naked.
The T-800 saw two teenagers nearby. He walked up to them. The teenagers just looked at him wide-eyed.
The T-800 scanned the two boys. The boy on the right had clothes which fitted him just right.
"Give me your clothes." The T-800 said emotionlessly.
"Over my dead body you will!" The boy said.
"That can be arranged." The T-800 said.
It punched the boy in the gut and threw him againest a garbage dumpster, falling unconcious.
The other boy was too scared to fight. He ran away.
15 minutes passed. Then the T-800 stood up with it's new clothes. But it also needed some weapons, otherwise, it's mission was pointless.
Walking down the alleyway, it spotted a Harley Davidson bike parked next to the kerb. Someone foolishly left the keys attached to the bike. The T-800 started it up and drove away.
* * *
Meanwhile, in front of a shopping centre, another terminator appeared. This one was the T-900, and it looked a lot like Doc Brown. Like the other terminator, it was naked.
The T-900 climbed onto the roof of the shopping centre and snuck in through a vent. Before he did so, he opened the fusebox and mangled the cords, cutting off the power of the mall.
It walked around, finally finding a clothes store. It stole a white shirt, brown pants, loafers and a long black trenchcoat. It then walked out of the clothes store.
Moving on in the store, it found a weapon store and stole a 8mm magnum, a shotgun and a laser vision torch and attached it onto the magnum. It stole some ammo and walked out of the shopping centre, moving on to accomplish his mission.
TO BE CONTINUED------------------
By Frank Candiloro
Chapter 1
Thursday, April 16th, 1986
2:45pm
Doctor Emmett Brown was sorting out some stuff in his attic. His old garage on JFK drive was very cluttered and when he and his family moved to a much bigger house most of the junk was moved to the attic.
"Hey Doc, look at this." Marty McFly said.
Doc looked up. Marty held in his hand a photo frame. It showed a man with long grey hair and dark sunglasses.
"Who's this guy?" Marty said.
"That? Oh that's my old rival Furlong Hamilton. We were friends in secondary school, but when we entered university I did better at it then he did. Like me, he was interested in science. His goal was to create cyborgs which could help out mankind." Doc explained.
"What happened to him?" Marty said.
"While he was studying cyborg technology I was busy with my quantum studies, or time travel, in other words. As I said before, I did better than him and it infuriated him. From then on, his goal was to do better than me. But he failed. Then, in 1980 he left the university. I never saw him again." Doc said.
"What do you suppose he is doing now?" Marty asked.
"I don't know. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I don't really like him that much." Doc said.
* * *
Some where in a back alley, lightning flashed. A man with brown hair and a muscular build appeared. That man, was the T-800, a killing machine from the future.
It needed some clothes, because it was totally naked.
The T-800 saw two teenagers nearby. He walked up to them. The teenagers just looked at him wide-eyed.
The T-800 scanned the two boys. The boy on the right had clothes which fitted him just right.
"Give me your clothes." The T-800 said emotionlessly.
"Over my dead body you will!" The boy said.
"That can be arranged." The T-800 said.
It punched the boy in the gut and threw him againest a garbage dumpster, falling unconcious.
The other boy was too scared to fight. He ran away.
15 minutes passed. Then the T-800 stood up with it's new clothes. But it also needed some weapons, otherwise, it's mission was pointless.
Walking down the alleyway, it spotted a Harley Davidson bike parked next to the kerb. Someone foolishly left the keys attached to the bike. The T-800 started it up and drove away.
* * *
Meanwhile, in front of a shopping centre, another terminator appeared. This one was the T-900, and it looked a lot like Doc Brown. Like the other terminator, it was naked.
The T-900 climbed onto the roof of the shopping centre and snuck in through a vent. Before he did so, he opened the fusebox and mangled the cords, cutting off the power of the mall.
It walked around, finally finding a clothes store. It stole a white shirt, brown pants, loafers and a long black trenchcoat. It then walked out of the clothes store.
Moving on in the store, it found a weapon store and stole a 8mm magnum, a shotgun and a laser vision torch and attached it onto the magnum. It stole some ammo and walked out of the shopping centre, moving on to accomplish his mission.
TO BE CONTINUED------------------
