Terminators

by Mr-Worth-A-Read

In the Year 2029AD, Skynet plans to go back in time to change the present. Our only hope, is to attack the facility and send someone back in time to protect Sarah Connor, His name is Kyle Reese This is what happened to start the events of 'Terminator 1' Rated T for violence, language and Terminators *ba dum tsss*

2. Chapter 1: Grave Introduction

Chapter One: Grave Introduction

Los Angeles, 2029

Havoc, Chaos hung in the dusty air as explosions rang out left, right and centre. Soldiers ran from cover as HK Tanks launched salvos of plasma rounds at them, vaporising them in clouds of purple fire.

"Recon one, do you come in, this is recon two. please respond!" Sergeant Kyle Reese yelled into his mic as he ran between the ruins of an old hospital. "our squad has suffered heavy casualties and we need imediete assistance, over!" he yelled. A hellish whine of turbine engines roared overhead, looking up, Reese saw an HK Ariel rocket across, firing at the retreating humans. "Copy that, we've got a gun truck on its' way to you, T-minus five. R-1 out." an exhausted voice responded

He raised his assault rifle and fired at the enemy aircraft, the small arms fire only seemed to pockmark the underbelly of the HK with harmless plasma burns. Turning, the craft let out a wide burst of fire and Kyle ducked for cover, missing being blown to bits by centimetres. As he skidded behind a desk, Kyle saw another soldier firing at the craft. he tapped his mic twice, the message got their attention, a woman, barely 20, turned, lowering the rifle.

Kyle raised his fist in the action to stop and drop and the soldier complied. He beckoned her to follow him, whispering into his mic, "soldier, have you still got any canister bombs?", stuttering, the private responded, "y-yeah, I've got one left." Kyle nodded, "right, follow me, we're gonna dust that HK Tank, you hear?" and he darted off through the ruins. "wait, what?!" the private yelled in confusion as she struggled to keep up. "trust me! once we destroy it, life'lll be a lot easier for us!" Kyle yelled in response.

The two skidded to a halt at the hospital entrance, listening for the deathly crunches of the HK Tanks' treads crushing skulls underfoot. the towering mech appeared, firing lasers in chaotic directions. Kyle raised his canister bomb, twisting the top and bottom of the cylindrical device, two lines on the bomb lit a bright white and the device was armed. He put his arm back and tossed the bomb in the Tanks' path.

As soon as the cylinder arced into the air, Kyle darted back into cover. Looking across, he watched the private try to activate their bomb, but the HK Tank detected their heat signature and the mechs' left gun spun to face its; target. The private exploded in a burst of fire and ash as the purple laser struck them. Kyle looked away, wincing as the charred remains of the soldier rained down.

The tank continued its' course, unaware of Kyles' bomb in its'' path. The flashing cylinder disappeared under the HK's rotating treads, and detonated a moment later. The entire Tank exploded violently as the bomb went off underneath it, debris flew in all directions as Kyle ran from the hospital.

As promised, an armored pickup skidded to a halt in the rubble strewn parking lot. Kyle wrenched the door open and climbed into the drivers' seat as the other soldier climbed out into the back, manning the heavy Pulse cannon on the back. The truck rocketed down the highway at breakneck speed, the soldier on the gun fired wildly at targets.

The hellish whining returned as the HK Ariel loomed above them, returning fire. Kyle slammed his foot on the accelerator, spinning the wheel to avoid being hit by the burning plasma. A stray bolt struck the hood of the truck and it flipped, sending the soldier on the back flying to his death as the truck rolled end over end.

When the tyruck came to a rest, flames burst up all around it as the HK did another pass to make sure the humans were dead before flying off in search of more "prey". Kyle wasn't dead though, his foot was jammed in the wrecked pedal system, trapping him in the burning truck. The flames drew nearer as he wrenched at his foot to come loose. Realising he would burn to death if he didn't, Kyle unsheathed a knife and put it to his ankle. He closed his eyes to fight the pain, but he couldn't bring himself to cut off his own foot.

He looked up at the nearing flames, and through them, approached a T-750, gun spinning up as its' eyes flashed red. Kyle let out a cry of terror and desperation as the Terminator closed in for the kill...