Hey all my lovely readers who are now reading this! First of all, let me just say thanks for reading with it, and feel free to give me feedback. I love getting reviews, just as long as they aren't flames. This is my first story in this section, so I hope you all like it. Feel free to correct me if I get anything wrong The title is from a song by Counting Crows. Anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Terminator series, just the OCs you see in the story
Prologue: Meetings Year 2016
"Get back over here, Adam! You're going to get yourself killed!" Jocelyn screamed as her boyfriend of two years ran out into the street where a T-600 was standing with it's back towards them. Fires were blazing all around them, casting an orange hue on everything. It dawned on her as he looked back at her, and smiled. She knew what he wanted: he wanted to die. All of his family had been murdered that day by a T-600 that had barged into our hideout while she and Adam were out looking for supplies. They'd just found them dead, which lead to Adam's emotional breakdown.
Jocelyn stepped forward, ready to run after him, but was stopped by someone's arm wrapped around her waist, and pulled her backwards out of sight.
"What are you thinking? He wants to be killed he's no help to the resistance if he's alive but wants to die," a teenage boy whispered to her, invading her privacy; their noses were almost touching, making Jocelyn feel uncomfortable.
Jocelyn recognized the teenage kid, who appeared to be about her same age: 16. She'd seen him whenever Adam and she would go looking for supplies. Reese was his name… Kyle Reese.
Jocelyn's green eyes stared into Kyle's hazel ones, looking for any sign of recognition. How could anyone forget his eyes, his curly blonde hair, and that face- that blank face which held no emotions what-so-ever.
"He can't die…" Jocelyn mumbled, adverting her gaze away from his.
Kyle observed the area around them, and quickly whispered to her, "We need to get out of here, Jocelyn." How'd he know my name? Jocelyn thought to herself.
She shook her head, not wanting to leave, causing Kyle to sigh out of frustration as he picked Jocelyn up off the ground, and slung her over his shoulder. He began to sprint for the nearest building that hadn't been blown to pieces.
Much to Kyle and Jocelyn's dismay, a T-600 spotted them as they made there way over to the building. Jocelyn saw Kyle's gun his hand, snatched it out of his hand, and began to fire at the T-600.
The machine inched closer and closer; all the shots weren't affecting it so far.
"Shit," Jocelyn muttered to herself, as She became increasing annoyed at the machine that was stalking them. Why don't those damn things ever die, they're like a fuckin' cockroach.
The T-600 raised it's gun, ready to fire, but Jocelyn was faster; she aimed the gun at the head of the machine, and fired, sending the machine's head flying off it's body.
She let out a sigh of relief as they made it safely into the building; Kyle set her back down on her feet.
"Thanks," he muttered, as they made their way up a hidden staircase that led to the top floor.
"No problem," Jocelyn replied, and sat down on the middle of the floor. "You helped me, I help you. That's how it works."
She lay down on the dusty floor, as her thoughts wondered back to Adam. Both she and Adam knew she didn't love him- she never loved anyone outside of her family- they only stayed together because they understood each other. She had to admit, she was devastated that he was most likely dead now. He had been her closest friend for those two years. He had been the one she confided in whenever her parents were fighting, or whenever a day was stressful, and she felt like she couldn't move on. He helped bring her out of the slumps she would be in.
"Sorry about what's-his-name," Kyle commented, as he walked over to me, and sat down beside me. "You must've been close to him if you're this devastated…" He pulled out a cloth for her to dry her newly fallen tears.
"Yeah, he was a close friend of mine," she lied, and wiped her eyes. How could I have said that? We were more than friends…
More tears began to fall, making Kyle feel awkward; he wasn't used to emotions anymore. He'd blocked all of them out, whereas emotions were the only thing keeping Jocelyn's hope in return back to the old ways.
"Do you have any family left?" Kyle asked, studying the petite girl laying next to him. She shook her head, and wiped her eyes dry again.
"They died a month ago…" she trailed off. "What about you?"
"No, they were all killed." He refused to meet her piercing green eyes.
"Well I guess we both have a pretty fucked up life, huh?" she observed, and laughed a little, trying to lighten up the mood.
Kyle laughed with her, thankful that someone could make light of the conversation.
"So, where do we go from here?" she asked, becoming serious again.
Kyle shrugged. "I have no clue," he admitted, and assessed the situation. The two of them appeared to be the only survivors in the area at the moment, but that could change. Both of them were capable of fighting, which worked to their advantage. It wouldn't be wise for them to split up, so naturally they should stay and work together. "We should stick together," he concluded. "It would be stupid to leave each other."
Jocelyn nodded, and said, "That sounds good. So I guess we're partners in crime. We'll be like the mafia that makes the machines 'sleep wit da fishes."
Both she and Kyle laughed again, and for a fleeting moment, Jocelyn felt like everything was going to be alright, even though the world she'd know had fallen apart, and there was no sign of it returning for a while.
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