hey everyone, what's up?! i've finally got a story in the Terminator ccatagory, YAY!!! i've never done a fic like this before, but hopefully it'll go well. i just recently became a fan of the Terminator movies, and have, so far, only seen the first three. the second one is definatly the best!!!! it kicks the other movie's ass! anyway, i hope you enjoy this story, and i hope i write it well (i'm a little nervous about this one). be sure to review and let me know what you think. and to be perfectly clear, this is just T2 with my OC added into the story. i thought it'd be ineresting to have a character fall in love with a Terminator (highly unlikely, i know, but it think it's an interesting idea). now enough of my babbling, and ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!
DISCLAIMER: i do not own anything related to the Terminator. nor do i own the movie Terminator 2: Judgment day. i only own Kylie Connor
John Connor, at the moment was ten years old and busy reassembling the carburetor on his Honda 125 dirtbike. He had ripped Levi's and long stringy hair.
a sullen mouth.
eyes which revealed an intelligence as sharp as a scalpel. The Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated" blasted from a boom box next to him. he'd been in the garage most of the afternoon, hanging out with his best friend, Tim Dooley. his foster mom, Janella Voight, suddenly walked in the doorway of the garage, yelling over the music.
"John?! John! Get in here right now and clean up that pigsty of yours!".
Tim, a thirteen-year-old delinquent, watched as John replied by turning up the volume on the boom box. Janelle gave up with a loud slam of the house's back door.
"Your foster parents are kinda dicks, right?" Tim said to John once Janelle was gone.
"Gimme that Phillips right there" John said, ignoring his friend's question.
meanwhile, in the house...
Janelle stormed into the living room. Todd Voight, her husband, was watching sports on the TV.
"i swear I've had it with that damn kid!" Janelle complained. "He won't even answer me".
Todd ignored her.
"Todd?!" Janelle snapped. "Are you gonna sit there or are you gonna do something?"
Todd sighed, throwing down the TV remote and going out to the garage, where John was just getting on his bike.
he Kick-started it.
Tim leaned down and picked up John's nylon bag while climbing on the back of the bike. Todd appeared just then, looking annoyed.
"John! Get your ass inside right now and do what your mother says!" Todd yelled, trying to be heard over the engine, which John reved louder and louder.
John looked at Todd, giving him a defiant glare. "She's not my mother, Todd!" He sneered, reving the engine and driving out of the garage, with Tim almost falling off the back. They took off down the street. John cut through a vacant lot to a trail running beside a fenced-in drainage canal. He gunned the bike through a hole in the retaining fence. Tim's eyes grew wide as they roared down the concrete embankment. once in the drainage canal, John zig-zagged along, throwing up a stream of muddy water. Tim shouted, trying to pretend he hadn't just seen his life flash before his eyes. when John stopped the bike, Tim smiled, slapping his friend on the back.
"Major moves, homes!" Tim said excitedly. "So... where is your real mom, anyway?"
John didn't answer
"She dead or something?" Tim pressed. he started hard at John, though It was hard for him to read John's expression.
"She might as well be" John mumbled, twisting the throttle angrily, causing the bike to lunge forward.
meanwhile, at Pescadero state hospital- maximum security wing...
the young woman grunted as she did her morning pull-ups, using the top leg of the bedframe for her exercises. her breathing grew heavier and heavier the more she pulled herself up and down. she concentrates on her pull-ups, her rythm never changing, her breathing growing ragged.
in the hospital corridor...
several young interns walked down the corridor of the hospital, led by Dr. Peter Silberman, who was a criminal psychologist. three attendants followed close behind the group.
"The next patient is a 29-year old female diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder" Silberman was saying."The usual indicators... depression, anxiety, violent acting-out, delusions of persecution".
the interns nodded judiciously.
"Here we are" Silberman said, stopping at one of the Soundproof steel doors of a cell. There was a two-way speaker beneath a tiny window on the front of the door. Silberman reached out, flipping the intercom switch.
in the cell, the inmate slowly turned to face the door. it was Sarah Conner, her eyes dark and wild through her mess of long, tangled hair.
"Morning, Sarah" Silberman said brightly, smiling nervously as he peered in the small window, looking at his paitent.
"Good morning, Dr. Silberman" Sarah sneered. "How's the knee?"
Silberman's smile faded for a moment, but he quickly smiled again.
"Fine, Sarah". he mumbled, swititching off the intercom and turning to the interns standing around him. "She, uh... stabbed me in the kneecap with my pen a few weeks ago" he said hesitantly. in the cell, Sarah watched as they talked about her through the glass, frustrated that she couldn't hear what they were saying. She felt like a caged animal.
a lab rat.
The interns looked in at her through the glass as Silberman continued talking. With her face drawn, eyes haggard and hair wild, they thought Sarah looked like she belonged where she was.
"The delusional architecture is interesting". Silberman was saying. "She believes a machine called a "terminator", which looks human of course, was sent back though time to kill her. And also that the father of her child was a soldier, sent to protect her... he was from the future too..." he paused, smiling as though the whole thing were a big joke. "he was from The year 2029, if I remember correctly" he continued. the interns laughed, shaking their heads. "Let's move on, shall we?" Silberman said. the interns nodded, turning and walking away. before following them, Silberman leaned toward Douglas, one of the attendants. "Douglas, I don't like seeing the patients disturbing their rooms like this" he said in a low voice. "See that she takes her thorazine, would you?" Douglas, a large, pudgy man, nodded, knowing what Silberman meant. he turned to Ralph, the other attendant, motioning for him to follow him into Sarah's cell as Silberman moves on in his rounds.
back in the cell, Sarah slowly looked up as the cell door opened. Douglas and Ralph walked in slowly, Douglas tapping his police baton against the door in a ominous rhythm. Ralph was carrying a stun baton, something like a sawed-off cattle prod. he was also holding a tray with cups of red liquid-thorazine.
"Time to take you meds, Connor" Douglas said, moving to stand in front of Sarah. Sarah turned to face him, weight centered. her wild eyes darted from Doug to Ralph.
"You take it" she snapped, tensing up.
Douglas grinned casually. "Now you know you got to be good 'cause you up for review this afternoon..." he started to say.
"I'm not taking it" Sarah said firmly. "Now I don't want any trouble..."
"Ain't no trouble at all" Douglas said, whipping the baton in a whistling backhand, which...
WHAP!
hits Sarah square in the stomach. She doubled over and dropped to her knees, unable to breathe. Douglas tipped the bed and it slammed down with a crash, right next to her. He nodded to Ralph, who slowly approached Sarah with the stun baton. Sarah laid on the floor helplessly, grimacing and struggling to breathe.
"You... son of a... AAARRGH!!" The stun baton suddenly hit her between the shoulder blades as she tried to rise. the pain drove her to the floor, pinning her like a bug. Little electric arcs crackled as the baton made her writhe in pain. Douglas then reached down and grabbed Sarah by the hair, jerking her up to her knees. he pressed the cup of thorazine in front of her lips.
"Last call, sugar!" he sneered, forcing the medication down Sarah's throat before leaving with Ralph. Sarah groaned, still laying on the floor. slowly growing drowsy...
a little while later, in the parking lot of the local bank...
John furtively hunched before a Ready-Teller machine at the rear of the local bank while Tim stood nearby, acting as a lookout. John then slipped a stolen ATM card into the machine slot. It was something he'd rigged up, because trailing from the card was a ribbon-wire which went to a black electronic box that he always carried in his knapsack. He held the pack between his knees and quickly pulled out a little lap-top keyboard, which was also connected to the black-box. John proceded to enter a few commands and the plasma-screen displayed the PIN number for a bank account.
He looked around to make sure no one was looking before he quickly entered the number on the Ready-Teller's keypad and asked it for $300. The machine whirred a few times, then began dispensing twenty-dollar bills. Tim looked back over his shoulder, amazed.
"Easy money!" John said, grabbing the bills and waving them triumphantly.
"Where'd you learn all this stuff?" Tim asked, awestruck.
"From my mom. My real mom, I mean. and my sister" John answered, waiting for the machine to spit out a few more bills. "Come on baby..." he muttered under his breath, just as the rest of the money came out of the machine. "Let's go! he said, grabbing the last of the bills. the two then sprinted around the corner to an alley behind the bank, where John's bike was waiting for them. they huddled behind the building as John counted out Tim's share of the cash. He folded five twenties and handed them to his friend.
"hey, you!" a voice called. John and Tim jumped, whirling around at the sound of a loud voice.
"what do you want?!" John yelled angrily.
"i saw what you did you little pukes!" the voice snapped. "and don't think you can lie your way out of this, cause i'm calling the cops!"
John panicked for a second, finally seeling the person speaking. the person was a girl, standing near the other end of the alleyway. she was about half a foot taller then John, and was partcially hidden in the shadows.
"look lady, we don't want any trouble" John said.
"well you got trouble you little bastard!"
now John was mad. "hey bitch, don't...!"
the girl burst out laughing, coming out into the sunlight. John and Tim could clearly see her now, and John grinned when he saw her.
"Kylie!"
the girl laughed as she hurried over to John and hugged him.
"hey shrimp, how's it going?"
John laughed, while Tim looked stunned. "uh, can someone tell me what's going on?"
John turned to him. "oh yeah, right! Tim, this is my sister Kylie. Kyles, this is Tim".
Kylie smiled at the boy. "hey Tim, sup?" Tim's jaw dropped. Kylie was 18, and very pretty. she had long, dishwater blonde hair that went down to her waist, and bright blue eyes. she wore a black t-shirt and red pants that went a little past her knees. "so, that machine i gave you is coming in handy, huh?" Kylie siad.
John nodded. "yeah, Tim and i just got 300 bucks!"
Kylie forwned. "only 300? didn't i teach you better then that?" she smiled, lightly punching John on the arm. while they were having their brother/sister moment, Tim opened John's knapsack to put his money away, when he noticed a picture in a plastic sleeve.
"hey John, this your mom?"
John sighed, and nodded, reluctantly showing his friend the Polaroid. It was a shot of Sarah 11 years earlier, Pregnant with John, and in a jeep near the Mexican border. John didn't know it then, but he would carry that photo with him for over 30 years, and give it to a young man named Kyle Reese, who will travel back in time to become his father.
yes, it was that photo.
"So she's pretty cool, huh?" Tim asked, nodding toward the picture.
"Actually, no, she's a complete psycho" John said bitterly. "that's why she's up at Pescedero. She tried to blow up a computer factory, but she got shot and arrested".
"No shit?!" Tim siad, his jaw droopping.
"Yeah, she's a total loser" John said.
"i always thought mom was cool" Kylie said. "even if she is crazy".
John sighed, stuffing the picture back in his sack. "C'mon, let's go spend some money, whatya say?"
Kylie frowned at her brother, sensing something was wrong. John had tried to sound casual, but she saw in his eyes that it really hurt.
she slapped John on the shoulder, smiling. "i'll catch you later, 'kay bro?" John nodded, smiling a little as he and Tim got on his Honda. then John fired it up, and they sped off down the alley.
John and Kylie didn't know it then, but those would be their last normal moments for a long time.
well, how was it? i know Kylie came in kind of late, but she'll be in the majority of the story from now on. and i really hope you like this so far, cause i'll delete it of no one likes it. so please review, or i'll send the Terminator after you!!!
*Terminator kicks down the door and comes into the room*
Me: "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW YOU'D COME!!!!!"
Terminator: "i said i'd be back. and now i am"
Me: *giggles* "are you going to be here throughout this whole story?"
Terminator: "yes"
Me: "YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!" *looks at readers* "i mean BOO!!!!"
Terminator: "..."
Me: "wait, you're the good Terminator, right? the one from the second movie?"
Terminator: "yes"
Me: *smiling* "cool!! well, i guess i'll have the Terminator here with me for the rest of htis story. so, like i said, REVIEW OR HE'LL GET YOU!!!!!!!"