Termination Of The Heart [A Terminator Story] Part One: My Life

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A bright light flashed over the hills of a small town in North Carolina. A ball, metallic steel, floated above the ground before opening and settling on the ground. Flames lit the brush around the area as a large naked figure kneeled in darkness. Dark blue eyes scanned over the land, an internal map displayed a bar about a fifth of a mile south. That was his destination.

Emiline Benoit sat at the Cesanah Bar, a hot roast-beef and mushroom sub sitting on the white plate in front of her. Every night she came down to the same bar for food, anything she could scrounge up from the owner, who gave her a free meal of what was left over from the previous night. Life wasn't going to well at the moment, she was poor, exhausted and starving. She thought she would be allright once she won the Science Fair Prize at her highschool, they were giving away cash prizes. But she had lost due to the fact they believed she copied from blueprints of Skynet. It was too well thought out for a highschool student. Sexy music began to play as the Friday Night Dancer jumped onto the stage.

Most bar owners would have kicked her out, being as she was under age and it was strip night. But the owner knew two things, one she needed the shelter and the food, and two she wasn't here for the show. She didn't even turn towards the stage to watch the show, she had to much on her mind. A certain imbalance in her brain mad it impossible for her not to be doing some sort of work. An open sketch book laid out in front of her, a large muscular man was lying on the paper.

"New boyfriend?" The bartender asked as he set down another glass of pepsi.

"No, new prototype for the invension I've been working on. Real human tissue over a metal endoskeleton," the bartender chuckled to himself, Emiline was always thinking of crazy inventions, she was gonna rule the world someday he always said. In truth, this was her greatest project. This was the apple of her eye, this was her baby. A loud slamming noise caught her attention, a very muscular man, wearing no clothes, had just grabbed the stage dancer, and was taking off his clothes. But the weird thing was, he was putting them on himself. The man had an incredible body, chizzled facial features, and he was staring right at her. Emiline stared back, look down at her drawing, then looked up at the man. They were identical. The men pushed through the screaming women and stood infront of her, as if looking for something.

"Come with me," Emiline couldn't say anything, the bartender smiled and took the sandwich and put it into a box.

"Have fun you two," Emiline grabbed her book bag slowly and walked out of the door.

"Where is your vehicle?" His voice was deep with an accent she wasn't familiar with.

"I walked here, aren't you going to tell me who you are?" He was silent, standing like stone. He reached inside the jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Emiline watched as he looked at the keys then walked over to a motorcycle and revved it up.

"Get on, I'm taking you home," Emiline stared at him.

"Did my dad send you?" The man stared at her slowly, she was shaking.

"Get on," there was something inside her that told her to go. Anyone would have screamed against it, that this wasn't a smart idea. But he looked so much like her lifes dream, her sketch... Emiline slipped behind him on the motorcycle, grabbing handfuls of his leather jacket. The motorcycle roared into the night.

"My house is..."

"I know."