I've had people actually ask when I would begin the next arc in Terminator: The Konata Izume Chronicles, so I decided to give you what you want. This next story will be longer, and include more action, more humor, and more characters from Lucky Star! While I have admittedly begged, borrowed and stolen certain lines, scenes, and sequences from Terminator 2 and Terminator 3 in this one, I have attempted to make it more original than the first one. And for all the Konata fans out there; yep, our favorite blue-haired otaku is back, but now she's hardcore and in control! So read on, and please review. I look forward to reader input on this one.
The parking lot sat full of vehicles, their drivers inside the nearby bar. Aside from a newspaper page blowing past the empty cars, the lot sat dark and empty. No one noticed the breeze pick up suddenly, and no one saw the electrical bolt arc between two trucks. The bolt appeared again, crackling and buzzing. Another jagged bolt appeared, then another. The small electrical storm continued for several seconds, until a bright white sphere grew out of the middle of the blue lightning, melting the steel bodies of the cars where it touched them, and burning a depression into the asphalt. A dark, human shape appeared as the ball of light began to fade. The lightning ceased as the light disappeared, leaving a large, muscular, nude man kneeling in the small smoking crater. He slowly stood and looked around. In appearance, he was identical to the robot assassin who had hunted and tried to kill Konata nearly six years before. The terminator walked slowly toward the bar, scanning each vehicle as a possible means of transportation. He walked through the doors into the building where at least thirty men and women drank beer and liquor to the music of a band playing loudly on the small stage.
"Hey…hey!" The bouncer called as the terminator walked further into the bar. "You can't come in here like that!" The cyborg ignored him. The huge bouncer, tattooed and shaved bald, gripped the terminator's shoulder. The machine grabbed the bouncer's hand, crushing the bones. The bouncer cried out in pain, clutching his hand. The patrons watched as the terminator passed, gazing around the large room, scanning the size of everyone for suitable clothing. He locked onto a large man in biker clothes, smoking a cigarette while talking coarsely with a small group of similarly dressed men. The terminator walked up to the biker and stared at his clothes more closely.
"What the hell do you want?" The biker asked snidely.
"I want your clothes and your motorcycle." The terminator stated. The biker's group laughed. The large biker glowered at the naked man standing in front of him.
"You want your head broken, asshole." The biker said.
"Your clothes." The terminator repeated. "Give them to me." The biker smiled then reached into his pocket. His hand came out wearing a set of steel knuckles. The biker gave the terminator a powerful punch to the jaw. The terminator's head jerked only the slightest bit.
"Ow! God damn it!" The biker cursed, wringing his hand. One of his friends pulled a butterfly knife, and stabbed the terminator. The robot ignored the wound, and grabbed his assailant, flinging him like a rag doll across the American West-decorated room, upsetting a table. The large biker tried another punch, but the terminator caught his hand and effortlessly threw him onto the stage. The band members leapt out of the way as the biker crashed into the drums. The terminator walked onto the stage and looked down at the biker, who began taking off his jacket.
The terminator stepped out of the bar wearing his new leather pants and biker jacket, heavy biker boots, and gray tee shirt. He casually walked toward a motorcycle parked nearby. The owner, a burley man wearing a cowboy hat, shoved open the door, and walked out with an 1876 Winchester rifle with a wide lever, and leveled the 30-30 weapon at the terminator's back.
"Okay, hold it right there, big man." The owner ordered. The terminator turned, and walked toward the owner, who began backing up slowly. In an instant, the terminator had torn the rifle from the man's hands. "Keep it." The owner said, raising his hands. The terminator walked to the bike, and shoved the rifle between the saddlebag and the frame. He reached into a pocket, and pulled out a pair of black sunglasses, flipped them open, and put them on. He started the motorcycle and sped out of the parking lot.
Across town, another electrical disturbance was beginning. Small bolts of lightning shot between a parking meter and the door of a business on a deserted street. The white sphere of the time displacement device opened up and disappeared, revealing a nude woman kneeling in the circle burned into the front of the building. The dark-haired woman stood and scanned the street. She stepped onto the road as headlights approached. The car came to a screeching stop, and red lights atop the vehicle began flashing. A police woman stepped from the car.
"Are you okay?" The officer asked. "Do you need help?" The dark-haired woman silently neared the officer. She looked at the police woman's uniform, then at the car.
"I like your uniform." The woman said.
"Excuse me?" The officer asked. The woman thrust her hand toward the female officer, her hand taking the shape of a blade. The officer yelped as the naked woman's arm passed through her body. The officer twitched for a moment, then went limp. The woman withdrew the sword her left arm had become, letting the dead officer fall to the ground. The sword changed back into an arm, and she dragged the police woman's body into an alley. She emerged a few moments later, dressed in a uniform identical to her victim's. The shape-shifter looked around once more, then climbed into the police car. She switched off the lights, and began typing names into the car's onboard computer. The computer returned a list of addresses. The woman started the car and drove into the night.