Okay, so since I've been reported several times during the course of the past few months, I'm eliminating all chances of that happening again. If you want to continue to support my Lemon Request series, it can be found under my AO3 account, which has the same username, MisterEclipse. The links can be found on my profile. Go ahead, and PM me here or on AO3 if you still want to request a lemon. I'm still taking requests! Just ask, and I'll see what I can do. :) So, on to chapter two of my Terminator story I wrote for English II! I apologize in advanced if it sucks, and I'm sorry if it's bland and dreary. ^^; I tried! Anyways, enjoy!
"Klein!" The driver yelled, shaking my shoulder. "We can mourn the loss later, first let's make sure that we are still around to mourn!"
I looked at him, and then back at my fallen team mate and nodded. I felt a sudden adrenaline rush as I planned how to take out the new threat that had presented itself. My mind racing, I climbed over the seats and into the back of the truck, as the two Moto-Terminators regrouped and followed us from behind, staying close.
"Okay, here's the game plan alright, listen up!" I grabbed the rocket launcher and the box of ammo for it, along with the belt of ammo for the sentry gun. "I want one guy back here, shooting the rockets at the Moto-Terminators to get rid of them, while the I use the sentry gun to cover him." I handed rocket launcher to one soldier and set the box of ammo in his arms. He nodded and headed back into the truck, sitting behind one of the boxy wheel arches to load the rocket into the launcher.
"Alright," I said, turning to the two remaining men without an assignment. "You two will fire your assault rifles out of the side of the truck at anything that attempts to try to attack us from the side. You guys have to cover us, got it?" The soldiers nodded, and moved around to get a better position to fire out of the window.
I walked into the back of the truck, quickly setting up the sentry gun behind the wheel arch, loading the ammo belt into the side and placing the large ammo box which held the belt next to it.
"Do not let anything stop this truck." I said, standing up to address everybody. "Even though it has bullet proof tires, that's no guarantee that it can withstand the onslaught of a Terminator. Especially not ones as powerful as that."
I walked over to the driver, who's hands were clenched tightly against the steering wheel. I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly, trying to comfort him as best I could. I glanced at the corpse of the soldier sitting beside him and sighed, hoisting the body over the seats and onto the floor behind him, tucking him out of the way.
"Is that a little better?" I asked, looking at the driver. He nodded, relaxing a little bit. "Good," I said, patting him on the back. "You'll do I good job, I know you will."
I looked out the side of the truck, and it seemed like the Moto-Terminators were waiting, or forcing us to move forwards, and not to try break off our path. Like they were herding us somewhere. I thought it was strange behavior, as I walked back to the end of the truck, to the closed doors, preparing to open them.
"Ready?" I said, looking at each of the soldiers, determined to make sure that all of them would make it out alive. They nodded, and I undid the latch to the doors, letting them swing open while I ran back to my position in the behind the wheel arch of the truck swinging the sentry gun around to face the Moto-Terminators.
The soldier with the rocket launcher fired the first rocket, missing the Moto-Terminator by inches. The machine's eyes flashed, then it sped up, accelerating towards the back of the truck. I aimed the sentry gun at it and attempted to shoot it, but it simply fell back and avoided my attempts. The soldier next to me shot a rocket at the second of the two Moto-Terminators as it accelerated to the side of the truck, missing it again, exploding into a nearby tree. I heard the other soldiers begin to unload bullets on the second Terminator as it drove up beside us. The truck swayed from side to side while our driver avoided the pot holes in the road, concentrating very hard on driving as smooth as possible.
We continued to do battle with the Moto-Terminators, but after a few minutes, we only had a few rockets left. I was almost out of bullets for the sentry gun, and was beginning to worry that we wouldn't have enough ammo to beat the Moto-Terminators. I watched the other soldier with the rocket launcher taking careful aim at one of the Moto-Terminators as it accelerated very close to our truck. I could almost make out every scratch in the paint on the machine as the soldier fired the rocket. Then, much to our amazement, the Moto-Terminator did something else to blow our minds. As the rocket flew towards it, it braked hard, falling back while it transformed, jumping up into the air a few feet, doing a tight spiral as the rocket shot past it while it was still spinning in mid air, coming within centimeters of hitting it. While it dodged the rocket, its' red eyes constricted down to a small dot, and then fired its miniguns, killing the soldier who had the rocket launcher immediately. I screamed in anguish, unloading the sentry gun onto the Terminator, successfully blowing out one of its tires. I watched the second Moto-Terminator came back around, having numerous paint scratches but still running perfectly. The first Moto-Terminator transformed fully, the wheels folding onto its body as the machine guns latched onto a clip at its waist. It pounced like a wild cat at the truck, and I quickly fired the sentry gun at its' eyes, successfully managing to damage something internally, hearing a dull clunk as it slapped its arm against the bumper of our truck, then watching as the second Moto-Terminator got taken out by the first, scraping against the pavement. The first one blew up while they were still sliding, managing to blow up the second one in the process.
I breathed out quietly, having realized I was holding my breath. I quickly grabbed the body of my fallen comrade, dragging it into the cabin of the truck, setting it out of the danger of sliding out of the truck and retrieved the two guns, placing them back into secure positions. The two other men looked back at me as I did this, their eyes saddened by the sight of their fellow soldier lying dead on the floor of the truck.
"Good job, guys." I said, smiling weakly to trying to encourage them. "We did well. We won." The others nodded, and looked optimistic, starting to relax again as we plowed onwards.
We survived, or at least to this point we had.
Okay! That's done and over with. Now all I have to do is update the title, the rating, and the categories and all that fun stuff. :P If you liked the story, yay! Because I definitely don't. I do not have plans to continue this story, but I might consider the idea if it's popular enough.
