It had taken john and his mother about two hours to un pack the car and put what little they owned away inside the house, his mother as always took care of the weapons most of them were kept in three bags ready to pick up and go at a moment's notice a select few she would hide around the house within easy reach should they need a weapon quickly, John looked around the dusty house he could see the dust coat nearly every surface and the air smelt old and stale even though his mom had opened all the windows and doors without saying a word he stormed past his mother and kicked the door to what his mother had pointed out was his room he walked inside and glanced about the small dusty box room with distaste he was surprised the old rotting door didn't fall apart after he kicked it.
He placed one of his suitcases on his bed and started to unpack his cloths placing them in the old wardrobe and side cabinet some of the draws were rotten and the insides had long ago decomposed slamming the draw closed he instead placed everything inside his old wardrobe which of course had squeaky doors he already hated this house but what could he say to his hard ass mother, after putting everything away from his one suitcase he got to his feet and walked out the room.
"Where are you going John?"
He stopped and turned to look at his mother as she was using a hammer and chisel smashing away a large hole in the wall her shotgun was rested on the ground near her feet ready to be placed in the hole, shaking his head he walked further into the houses living room and started to pace like a caged animal "I need to get out of this house." He watched as his mother dropped her tools on the wooden floor before she crossed her arms.
Mother and son stared down at each other he held his mother's gaze for a minute before he looked away in disgust he already knew his mother wouldn't let him leave the house "Never mind." He muttered as he pushed past her and walked into the kitchen in search of some food.
As he was looking in the cupboards and the bags they had brought on the road he heard his mother shuffle around for a few minutes before she walked into the kitchen carrying a large duffle bag.
"Here if you want something to do, these need checking over and cleaning once you've done that I will cook you pancakes."
He watched as his mother dumped the bag on the dusty kitchen table and left without so much as a backwards glance, he looked at the bag on the table before he picked it up unzipping the zipper dumps the weapons onto the table, walking into the living room he searches through the few boxes they brought with them before finally finding the weapon cleaning kit and stormed back into the kitchen even as his shoulder connects to his mother's nearly knocking her off balance he glanced at her briefly over his shoulder watching as she managed to keep herself from falling on her ass, walking into the kitchen he sat down in the old chair causing it to creak as he pulled apart a pistol and like his mother had shown him started to clean all the parts.
Sarah watched as her son as he cleaned weapon after weapon with practised ease he could do it blind folded if she asked and had done so on occasion, she reached up and rubbed her shoulder from were john had smacked it she would never admit it but it hurt her son treating her that way but she knew that she wasn't any kind of mother really what mother told there son that one day three billion people would die and from there ashes he would rise and fight against an army of machines hell bent on annihilating humanity, she turned away from the sight of her son and glanced at her handy work on the wall she picked up her shotgun and placed it carefully in the hole before she covered it the painting that was originally on the wall she would go out tomorrow and buy some thin plaster board to cover the shotgun properly, once done she walked to the small table in the centre of the room and reached for the brown envelope that she had placed there hours ago.
Opening the envelope she emptied the contents onto the table she watched as a roll of dollars landed on the table she pocketed the money which was only a few hundred dollars and unfolded a large blue paper blueprint that had also fallen out it was for the school John would attend while she went to work hopefully it would keep them off the radar long enough for her to save up the money needed to change their identities.
Getting a pencil she marked out the locations of the schools entrances, exit and fire exits once done she picked up the blue print and walked into the kitchen "Here look at this and memorize it. I've marked all available exits when you go to school tomorrow I want you to remember your training." She watched as John quickly glanced at the blue print.
"Is it wise for me to be going to school mom?"
Sarah regarded her son for a few silent seconds "Don't start John you are going I don't want you on their radar." She watched as John threw the blue print aside and continued to clean a handgun.
"Whose radar would that be mom?"
Sarah glared hard at her son "You know very well John do you honestly need me to tell you." She glared hard at her son as they had a battle of wills, it wasn't long before she watched John sigh and look away "Good glad that's settled, ok finish up here I'll make you some pancakes." With that she turned and walked out the kitchen and into her new bedroom.
She stared at the room there was a double bed in the centre of the room with two cabinets on either side of the bed a single wardrobe was on the wall to the left of her, she walked to the bed were she had placed to suitcases, she opened up one suitcase and started to unpack her things.
After putting her things away from the first suitcase she placed the second one next to the door ready to use should anything happen and they needed to get away quickly, she walked back into the kitchen expecting to see John still cleaning instead what she saw caused her heart to skip a beat as she took in the sight of an empty kitchen.
She quickly pulled one of the guns of the table and slammed the clip into the handle and cocked the barrel now armed she raised the pistol and slowly walked through every room in the house she gritted her teeth as she silently stepped into each room scanning for any threats she kept her breathing steady and even as she was taught, it wasn't long before she had the entire house searched the only place left was the garden with the weapon still raised she quietly opened the back door and walked outside.
John knew it was stupid just leaving his mum but all he needed some fresh air and a change of scenery he hadn't even gone far he was still in the garden lying on his back looking up into the clear blue sky, it wasn't long before his mother's shadow fell over him "Took you long enough." He heard his mother growl before she spoke slowly and dangerously emphasising each word.
"What. Are. You. Doing. Out. Here." She spat out.
John sighed and closed his eyes he stayed like that for a few seconds enjoying the sun warming his face he got to his feet "Nothing mom." He walked away from his fuming mom and stood a few feet away from her idly listening to the sounds of nature and what sounded like young children laughing in one of the nearby gardens.
John turned to his mother and offered her a small sad smile as he left the garden he walked through the house and into his room quietly shutting and locking the door behind him, he picked up his emergency suitcase and placed it on the bed after opening it he searched in one of the pockets feeling for a slight rip in the fabric that he knew was there after a few minutes searching he finally wrapped his fingers around a cold small round object.
He carefully pulled his hand out the suitcase and lifted his closed fist to his chest and walked towards his bed and sat down taking a deep breath and listening for any sign of his mother once satisfied he wouldn't be disturb he slowly opened his fist to reveal a shining silver bolt it was the only thing left of the machine he referred to as uncle Bob one of a select few that had been like a father to him, he stared at the bolt he remembered the fateful day in the steel mill.
A young emotionally and Physically spent John Connor stood rooted to the stop were Uncle Bob had hugged him the heat from the molten steel caused him to sweat and take short burning gasps of scolding air, his mother had left him standing there while she went to find the missing piece of Uncle Bob arm that the T-1000 had ripped off during their fight.
It is said when human's die there life flashes before them they see loved ones, friends and family John had to wonder as he looked at the yellow molten steel if Uncle Bob had seen anything in those last few moments or if he felt the pain as the molten steel slowly turned his endoskeleton in slag.
That thought alone caused him to drop to his knees and cover his face with his hands and sob silently, he never knew how long he stayed there crying before he heard his mother's loud footsteps echoing off the steel grid floor he watched as she carried the remains of Uncle Bob's arm in her arms as she slowly made her way back to the platform overlooking the Molten Steel.
He watched as she gritted her teeth in pain as she held up the heavy metal arm he watched as a small metal bolt slipped out from the mangled arm and landed with a ding on the metal floor by his mother's feet.
His mother made no signs that she heard the ding over her own laboured breath and the sounds of the steel mill echoing around them acting quickly he snatched up the small bolt and held it in a death grip silently vowing that his mother would never find it, he looked to his mother as she threw the arm out and It plummeted into the burning steel below with an audible hiss.
Once they had left the steel mill and gone into hiding he had retreated into himself as his mother went from respecting Uncle Bob to actively trying to ram her thought down his throat of how the machine had only sacrificed itself because of its damage and that what it spoke of at the end was a lie, it made little difference to her she would never understand she was so blinded by hate she tried to make her paranoia his.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and glanced once more at the shinning bolt in his palm true to his promise his mother had never found it yet even when she herself packed his things so they could run from Charlie and hid in this small hick town.
He would like to believe they stopped judgement day he really would but something told him deep down they merely postponed it, training wise he excelled much to his mother's glee pushing himself harder and harder but not for the reasons his mother knew he wanted to be strong so the pain inside him wouldn't hurt, he didn't want to wake up soaked in sweat silently screaming in pain or how he was sick every other night till blood coated the toilet pan.
He stood up and walked back to his suitcase and with a final glance at the bolt he quickly hid it again, he walked to the small window in his room and looked out as he tried to keep in the small sob that escaped him.
The smell of pancakes wafted into his room which made him feel sick rather than hungry leaning back on his bed his closed his eyes and tried to imagine a life were there was no John Connor no Skynet and no machines but as always when he slept it was of a dark cold world were three billion bleached skulls sat among the rubble and machines walked the surface while humans lived like rats in sewers.
Cameron stood near the Connor house she could see everything going on in the house thanks to her HUD that constantly switched visual settings as she scanned for any threats to John's safety her scans detected movement in the bush next to her and acting faster than any human she whipped her pistol up and watched as a wild dog came out the bush growling at some unseen desert animal.
She lowered her pistol as the dog ran away and continued to scan the area she watched as John came out the house her HUD auto zoomed locking on to his features as a lay down under the warm desert sun, she watched as a few minutes later Sarah Connor came storming out the house.
She watched as they spoke although briefly before John walked away shaking his head Cameron watched Sarah briefly as said woman scanned the area looking for anything that stood out, Cameron crouched lower in the bush she was in keeping herself as small as possible as Sarah looked her way.
If she were human she would of breathed a sigh of relief as Sarah turned away and followed after John into the small house, once she was satisfied that the coast was clear she got up and walked out the bush her inner chronometer said she had thirty minutes to get to school her programming would have her stay in position so with that in mind she walked to the nearest pay phone and called the school using her mimicking abilities she pretended to be her mother and told the school how Cameron was unwell and wouldn't be in today.
Once done she scanned the area looking for the optimal place she could take up position and watch over John Connor from afar until such an opportunity presented itself that she could introduce herself to him and slowly but surely become a more prominent figure in his life.
right had this chapter finished for a while not happy with it as its never been checked by a Beta reader.. on that note would anyone know or like to help me with this story checking it over and what not if so I greatly appreciate your help.
as always please review next chapter they will finally meet how should I do the meet scene should I do it like the TV show or do my own.
