Ch 8 Telekinetic Allison
Sitting at his station in the lab, John Henry spoke up after hours of silence. "Cameron, We may have something," he announced. "A waterway project collapsed into a previously dug tunnel. The city engineers have no record of this tunnel. From what I am hearing over their communications, they found one end freshly dug, the other end was collapsed. Do you think it is feasible Sky Net is digging under ground?"
Cameron quickly had the data John Henry was looking at. "Possible, if you follow the tunnel line down, it comes very close to the old LA community. Sky Net was trying to dig it's way to us," she stated.
"I will inform Major Franklin and implement underground sensors so we will detect any further attempts," John Henry stated.
"Keep active for any other openings, we may learn where it started from," Cameron advised.
"The next at least four point Earthquake will tell us," John Henry said. "I am connected to the seismic array in California. The variations in sound travel underground will reveal any cavities. Once I compare those to known cavities, then we can focus on unknown cavities."
The door creaked open. Savannah stuck her head in and asked, "John Henry, are you busy?"
John Henry looked at her and smiled. "Hello, Savannah. I have the memory stick you wanted." Picking it up, he held it out to her. "Beside the bands you wanted to record, I added 'Pink'. That is in line with the rhythm of music you like, and I found that 'Fucking Perfect' has very thoughtful lyrics."
"Thank you, John Henry," Savannah said with a smile. She ran in, kissed his forehead and took her music. "You're the greatest!"
John Henry bore his creepy smile as he watched watched Savannah leave. Turning to Cameron, he said, "Savannah is very happy. She showed me affection."
"You are her friend, John Henry," Cameron said with a tiny smirk.
"Yes, I like being a friend," he agreed.
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John Connor sat on the bench as a small group of kids from the school played kickball. Allison was the smallest one there. The nine through twelve year olds towered over her. Like their uniforms, they sports clothes were the same, white shirts with a school emblem on the front, and blue shorts. Although not a big game, kids and parents alike cheered and routed for their teams.
The blond boy before Allison got on a base. Allison stepped up to the plate.
"Come on, Ally, kick the crap out if it!" the boy screamed.
A rousing cheer went up, the pitcher moved up a few steps. "Easy out," he said and rolled the ball.
John could see in that split second, Allison's face change into a harder look. "Oh boy," he muttered. Allison did not like getting mocked.
John winced as Allison cocked back and slammed the ball with her foot. With a BOOM, the soccer ball shot past the pitcher three feet off the ground and out past second base in a flat trajectory. The other team gapped as Allison's team cheered wildly, urging her on. The boy ran the bases. By the time the other team had recovered to chase the ball that was now way out by the fence, the boy had run home, with Allison close behind him.
John stood up and cheered as Allison's team mates gathered around her, cheering her accomplishment. He thought briefly about asking Allison to kick a bit softer, but that guy deserved what he got. "Way to go Allison!" he cried.
With Allison's help, the 'Junior three' class beat the 'Junior Two' class 12 to 9. After the game, Miss Gloria and John drove the winning team down to Dairy Queen to celebrate their victory.
Even thought hats were not allowed, Gloria made a special exception for Allison's trip to get ice cream. John had a puffy blue baseball cap for Allison. She tucked her pony tail up under her hat, hiding most of her hair and her horns.
"Great game, sweetie. You seem to be having a lot of fun," John told her.
Allison beamed him a smile. "I do Daddy! Even Dan is nice to me, even though he studies a lot, and Byron thinks I'm Christmas Tree pretty!"
"Yeah, Byron is in love with Ally," Becky said from the back seat.
"I just said she's pretty, that all," Byron said defensively as his face reddened.
They had a good time, poking fun, then sang a silly song on the way.
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John stood by for the total of the orders as the kids took their turn in line to get their ice cream and go sit down on the bench Gloria was keeping space for them at.
Getting her ice cream, Allison headed for the bench, then decided she wanted a napkin. Walking back, she heard a woman called, out "Allison! What are you doing?"
Allison looked to the side to stare at a woman sitting at a table who was staring at her. "Do I know you?" Allison asked weakly.
"Allison?" the woman asked, wide eyed.
"Here mom..."
Allison turned to see another girl holding her father's hand. It was like looking in a mirror. Other than hair color, the other girl had light brown hair, they were identical. They stared at each other. The father looked at his daughter, then at Allison. "No way," he said.
Not knowing who these people were, Allison backed up a step and did the only thing she could think of. "Daddy, there's two of me!" Allison cried as she pointed at her other self.
"Allison, WHAT are you talking about?" John asked as he approached.
The other Allison held onto her father's leg, and asked,"Who's that, Daddy?"
John came closer, Allison ran over to him. John then found himself looking at another man with the same daughter. Other than her light brown hair, the girls were identical. "No shit," he whispered.
"Wow, I don't believe this," the other man said. "She's a dead ringer for my Allison."
Allison stared at him. "But I'm Allison!" she complained.
"Daddy?" the other Allison asked, gripping his leg.
"Excuse me, that girl is named Allison too?" the mother asked, wide eyed.
Byron came up, bearing a wide smile."Aww wow! Look guys, we got TWO Allisons!" he looked at each, then said, "but only our Allison is Christmas Tree Pretty!"
"How ... how in the hell does something like this happen?" the man asked.
John shrugged. He knew, but he wasn't about to tell. "Ahh, my name's John, this is my daughter, Allison Kaeda Connor."
"Bill," the other man offered, "My wife Elenore, my daughter Allison Lynn ... I mean wow, other than hair color, they could be twins."
"Does your Allison have nubs?" Byron asked as he studied her head.
"Ahhh, Byron?" Allison asked. When he looked at her, she shook her head.
"This is really strange," John offered, then added, "But hey, I heard everyone has a twin in this world."
"Heard that too, but this is too weird. They even have the same name," Bill noted.
The brown haired Allison asked pink haired Allison in a meek voice, "Umm, do you go to school too?"
Pink haired Allison nodded. "I'm working on second grade. I passed Kindergarten and First grade."
"And how old are you?" Bill asked.
"Five years, four months, seven days," pink haired Allison explained.
"Allison goes to an advanced school." John supplied.
"Ally's a genius," Byron said proudly. "She's even smarter than me. Give her another year and she will be at least at the end of third grade."
"And can she really kick a ball!" Becky added, mimicking a kick. "She knocked it way out! You should have seen class Two's faces! They didn't think she'd kick it, but she walloped it into the back fence!"
"Yeah, that was loud too, boom!" Byron said with a grin.
Allison noticed something else about the other Allison. Her hand was tipped, and her ice cream was about to drop out of the cone. "Ummm, your ice cream," she said as she pointed.
Just as brown haired Allison looked at her ice cream, it fell. Not thinking, Allison shot out a Hand and caught it before it hit the ground. she returned it to the cone as the other Allison stared.
"No way!" Byron cried. "Ally, did you do that?"
John let out a huff and eyed his daughter.
"Sorry Daddy, she was going to loose it," Allison said with a wince.
"No way!" Becky cried, and shifted her gaze to their Allison. "You have telekinesis?"
"Hey Gloria, you gotta come see this! Allison has telekinesis!" Byron cried happily.
"How ... did she do that?" Bill asked.
"Ahh, we should probably be going," John said weakly. He did not want to explain.
"Allison, can you do something else? like ... pick up that stick over there?" Becky asked excitedly.
"I better not," Allison said sheepishly.
"Your Allison is really special, isn't she?" Bill asked John.
John allowed himself a smirk of satisfaction. "Yeah, Allison is really special. We should be going."
"Thank you, Allison," Bill's Alison said meekly.
"You're welcome, Allison," John's Allison replied.
As they separated, Alison looked up at John and said, "Hey Daddy, that was weird, that girl looking like me and having the same name."
"It was," John agreed, not feeling comfortable talking about it.
"Do you think maybe we are related somehow?"
"Don't see how that's possible," John offered.
There was something in her father's voice that made Allison wonder what he wasn't saying. She didn't think her Daddy was lying, but somehow she felt like he knew more than what he was claiming.
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Greg Hanson had heard the kids talking loud, and picked up on the word 'telekinesis'. That usually wasn't in a school kid's vocabulary. Looking over at the group now separating , he noticed one of the people he was looking for. John Connor led his daughter over to a picnic table with a group of kids.
Studying the group, he also noted the girl beside John had her hair tucked up under her baseball cap. From here, all he could tell was she had light colored hair, most likely strawberry blond. Or pink. Picking up his camera, he zoomed in and focused on the back of her head. A few strands of hair were peeking out, It was pink. He took a picture.
He'd found them!
Greg got up and decided to take some nature shots. Walking across the parking lot, he feigned taking pictures of the landscape while he watched the group out of the corner of his eye. When they piled back into two cars to leave, He zoomed in on the license plates. One was a black SUV. John Connor got in that one. He waited until they were on their way, then got in his car and followed them.
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On their way home, Allison noted her father wasn't in a good mood. Thinking abut the ice cream stand, she asked, "I didn't do it again, did I Daddy?"
"What's that hon?" John asked, glancing at her.
"The last time people saw me using my invisible hands, it caused trouble," Allison explained. "They aren't going to hate me now, are they?"
John suppressed a grin. "I really don't think so, sweetheart. I think they are more curious than anything. But you do have to be very careful. Remember there are many people who will get upset if they see something like that."
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I just wanted to save her ice cream."
"You have a good heart, Allison. I'm sure the other girl appreciated you dong that." He then paused as he looked in the rear view mirror.
Allison knew the way home. Daddy slowed and turned down the wrong road, then turned into a gas station and parked behind the building. She watched him looking out back at the road. "Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Playing hide and seek," he said vacantly. After a few minutes, he drove slowly along the back side of the parking lot, then turned onto a side street, then turned again. After a few more turns, he got back to the right road and continued on home.
Allison looked around to see who Daddy was playing with, but didn't see anyone. Noting they were headed home again, Allison asked, "We're not playing any more?"
"No, sweetie, we won."
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Greg saw John had pulled into the gas station. He picked a parallel parking spot to watch the station. Five minutes of waiting turned into ten, then fifteen. Anxious, Greg pulled out of his spot and drove past the station. John wasn't there.
"Damn it!" Greg muttered. The only other way out of that station was a side street. Greg turned around and went down that street slow, looking at each house for the black SUV. Connor had to be down here someplace.
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Allison liked the color of their new car. The day they got home after Daddy had played 'hide and seek' with someone, he'd taken the car down to get it exchanged. The light blue paint looked better, and best of all it was nice and shiny, Allison made faces at herself and giggled in the freshly waxed paint.
Going to school today, they had an escort. Their old black SUV followed them most of the way to school. Allison looked in the side mirror, then turned around in her seat to look behind them. "Daddy, is that Mommy following us?"
"It is, sweetie. She has someplace to go today," John explained.
Allison waved, but her mother didn't wave back.
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Cameron was paying attention the car following sixty three yards behind her. It was the same make and color that John had told her was following him. She turned off on a road before they got to the long driveway of the school. The car followed her. Cameron led the car on down to a grocery store, and swung into the lot. Instead of parking, she made a loop and came back out. The car had parked on the side of the road. The driver looked surprised to see her pulling back out.
She stopped on the other side of the road, facing him. Watching him with her blank stare, she waited for him to make a move. He took a picture, then tried to look busy. He made a cell phone call. Cameron note the frequency and tuned in.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Charlie, Greg. I was following the Connor vehicle and got made. She's parked ahead of me on the other side of the road and she's just staring at me."
"And? What am I suppose to do? I'm in the office making copy for our next article."
"I'm just telling ya man! Just in case something happens to me. That stare is giving me the chills, I think she's after me."
"So? Drive away. What's she gonna do, ram you?"
"Think I should call the cops?"
"For what? You're going to turn in a scary-stare report? Drive away!"
"Thanks!" Greg barked and cut the connection.
Now having his number, Cameron called Greg.
"Charlie?" Greg asked.
In a male voice, Cameron sent, "No, not Charlie. Get out of your vehicle."
"Who's this?"
"State Police. Get out of your vehicle and walk to the grocery store. Do it now if you want to live."
Greg looked around. He didn't see any police cars. "Where are you?"
"Monitoring your position. There is a terminator watching you, she will kill you. Get out and go to the store, before it's too late."
Right Cameron Conner was an assassin. One he had no hope of fighting. "Yeah, yeah, OK." Apparently, he'd gotten a target put on his back. He got out of his car, locked it, and walked briskly towards the store.
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Cameron watched Greg get out of his car, casting her nervous glances. Zooming in on him, she didn't see his camera. Tracking told her he still has his phone on him. She watched him jog across the parking lot, staying between cars. When he was inside, Cameron drove out of sight of the store. She parked and ran back to his car. A few seconds of communicating with the car's computer and the doors unlocked. She crushed his camera making sure the memory chip was destroyed, reached under the dash and ripped the wires out of the computer, locked the doors then ran back to her own car and drove away. She called Greg again.
"Greg Hanson."
In her own voice, Cameron said, "Thank you for telling me your name, Mr. Hanson. By the time you get your car repaired, I will have all your personal information. If we are followed again, it will turn out very bad for you."
Cameron then contacted John Henry and let him know they had a suspicious person to keep an eye on. When she detected Greg using his phone again, she sported a crooked grin. Someone had broken into his car, and now it wouldn't do anything.
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Allison agreed to a 'test' of her telekinetic abilities for her curious classmates. Monitored closely by Gloria, they went outside to the cafeteria's dinning patio.
Byron was first, He dumped a box of children's blocks on a table and spread them out. Stepping back, he explained, "This test is to determine the number of items Allison can lift."
Standing a few feet away, Allison told him, "That's easy. Whatever I can fit in my Hands."
"Hands?" Byron asked, looking confused. "Ally, I want you to use your mind, not your hands."
"OH wait!" Becky piped up. "I think I get it! Ally, you see your ability as hands reaching out, right? How many do you have?"
"Ten," Allison said. She picked up one block with each hand. "See, one in each hand."
Watching with a thoughtful look on his face, Dan asked, "Ally, can you see your ... hands as something else?"
"Like what?"
Dan shrugged. "I don't know. Try imaging them as shovels."
"I never tried," Allison admitted. Watching the hands only she could see, she frowned and flattened her hands. She dropped a block, and quickly scooped it back up before it hit the table. Her hands were flat. "They are still hands," she said.
"Maybe that's all Ally ever saw them as, so that's all she can imagine," Kate offered.
"Yeah, I can see that," Byron added. "I mean how do you pick stuff up? With your hands."
"Can I do my experiment now?" Becky asked.
Gloria nodded.
"Ally, how far can you reach?" Becky asked.
Allison pointed up as she reached up with the blocks. The blocks shot up in the air until they were only dots. "That's about it," Allison told them.
"Umm, Ally? Could you do that along the ground? I can't tell how high they are," Becky said as she looked up.
"That's a long way up," Byron noted.
"We got a tape measure?" Kate asked.
"We need one of those measuring wheels," Dan told her. "Those are waaaay up there."
"We also need a more open area," Gloria told them.
Allison retracted her hands and set the blocks back on the table. Byron went to retrieve them as they came down. Afraid he was going to touch her hands, Allison quickly let the blocks go and pulled her Hands back as she yelped, "BYRON!"
Byron jerked back and gapped at her. "What?" he cried as the blocks bounced off the table.
"My hands were out, don't EVER touch my invisible hands!" Allison said firmly.
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"Because Daddy and Mommy said they are dangerous! I have broken things by accident, I don't want to break you!" Allison said firmly.
"oh," Byron said, and backed up.
"Dangerous? How?" Becky asked.
"They can go through things if I'm not careful," Allison explained. "Even holding something, if I don't hold it soft enough, I can crush it by accident."
"Can I do an experiment?" Dan asked. "I want to see how strong Allison's invisible hands are."
Gloria paused and said, "Let's not. If Allison has been working at fine control, we want to support that, not make her try to break things. Right now, we still have the reach experiment to work on, correct?"
"Yeah, I'm not done yet," Becky told him haughtily.
Gloria led her class out to a driving range where the long open grass was marked off with signs every hundred yards. Allison stood right where the golf tee would go. Byron put the box of blocks down in front of her.
As a safety measure, Gloria told them. "Everyone, keep in mind what Allison said, it is dangerous to touch her Hands. So, Allison you take the blocks straight down the path, right over the yard markers. Becky, and whoever else is going, stay away from those markers and do not get between them and Allison. We do not want any accidents." She waited until she got nods, and a couple 'OK's", then told Allison. "Go ahead."
"Um, Gloria?" Dan asked quickly. "How about if Allison reaches out as far as she can, then drops them. Then she can go see how far away they are too."
"Yeah, I like that idea," Allison agreed.
"Go ahead, Allison."
Allison reached in the box and picked up ten blocks again. She shot her hands out as far as they would go, streaching her arms thin, then set then blocks down and retracted her hands. "Done!"
Armed with the longest tape measure they could find, the class went out to find the blocks a short distance from the first hundred yard marker. Measuring from the blocks to the marker, they found Allison was 28 feet six inches from a hundred yards.
"Two hundred seventy four point five feet!" Becky announced.
"Wow, Allison, that is a long reach!" Byron said, beaming her a smile.
"That is very impressive," Gloria agreed.
"Can we do a strength test now?" Dan asked.
Allison frowned at him and shook her head.
"I don't mean breaking stuff," Dan said with his hands up in defeat. "I mean like how much can one of your hands lift?"
"That is a good question," Becky added.
Their next trip was down to the gym. There was one of those weight machines. Dan loaded on ten pounds to start with. Allison pulled the handle down easily. Dan added ten more, then twenty more, then fifty more. Allison kept pulling the handle down all the way. Dan kept adding weight, and Allison kept pulling the handle down all the way. Dan loaded all the weight they had. The three hundred sixty pound stack of weights was still lifted and set back in place in a full stroke.
"I can see why you're afraid to have anyone touch your hands," Byron noted. "You're using just one hand, Ally?"
Allison nodded.
"Is it getting any harder to lift them?" Becky asked.
Allison shrugged and said, "Not really, It's not like I feel the weight as I would if I used my every-day arms. I just want the handle to go down, and it does."
"We can conclude then that physical weight is not a factor," Dan decided.
"But distance and number of items are," Becky added.
"What about speed?" Kate asked. "How fast can you do something, Ally?"
"As fast as I want. It's like I want my Hands someplace, and they are there."
"Like the other Allison's ice cream," Byron said. "Right after it started to drop, it stopped and went back to the cone."
"Right, I saw it drop, and put a hand under it to stop it," Allison agreed.
Gloria looked at her watch. "Lunch is in five minutes, guys. You have performed good, scientific experiments this morning. After experiments, scientists record and make reports on their findings. This afternoon, I want you all to write a report on the facts you've collected. They will be graded for spelling as well, so use a dictionary if you need to. Morning class is over."
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The repair bill for Greg's car was high, and it took a week to get a new computer for it. He changed his cell service and rented a new place. He also moved his office. Even with all that, he still got a call from the computer-enhanced voice.
"What have you found out?"
"We're dealing with someone with backing,"Greg stated. "Yeah I found the Connors, and got my car trashed. They know everything about me. They are connected with the Army somehow, genetic research I think."
"Where do they live?' the voice asked.
"I found them in Palmdale, the kid goes to a school for the gifted there. Tracking down her uniform, she's going to Dietrich Academy. Top IQ's only school. Where their house is, I don't know. They found out I was following them, and now they are watching me. With what I know of them, I'm not going to snoop around them any more. People that do that end up disappeared, usually in a shallow grave."
"I am going to give you a location. Go there, and I have something for you since you did complete your mission. The Connors will no longer be able to track you."
Greg wrote down the address. "Got it, when?"
"At your convenience, but no later that tomorrow night."
Greg did as the voice told him. He went to the location the next day, was hoping it was some state-of-the-art electronics to mask his presence. Pulling into the yard of a warehouse, he stopped and got out of his car. The yard was empty, he walked into the warehouse. "Hello?" he called.
"Mr. Hanson?" a voice asked from someplace.
"Yeah? What do you have?" Greg asked as he looked around.
Greg never heard the shot that struck him in the back of the head and blew his face all over the concrete. He was dead before he hit the floor.
The T-800 left out the back as it had come in. Sky net had no more use for that human, it now knew how to find the child. With it's remaining terminator and the new units it had build, it was ready to collect the child and find out what was so special about it. Once it had the information, it would lay a trap and finally be rid of John Connor.
