Terminator: No Fate But What We Make
Chapter 10
Los Angeles California, September 23, 2007: (Connor Residence)
9:28 pm
Life is fragile. Like all life, it eventually gets old and eventually it dies. But what can be said for a machine? A machine can go for as long as it takes to complete its mission, only to be useless after its mission is completed. That isn't life. It isn't a goal that living things strive for. It's circuitry that determines their actions.
John and Chloe were seated on the bed in his room. John was currently helping Chloe gather the supplies that she needed, into a school bag for her first day of school tomorrow.
Sarah had managed to get Chloe enrolled in the same school as John, after using some of the leftover cash to buy both her and Derek their own IDs, which allowed Chloe an actual education for once in her life.
Derek on the other hand was still a known fugitive in the state after Andy Goode was killed, so he couldn't afford to be seen or caught by the authorities. If he did, there was no escape. He would be sent to a high security prison where he would live out the rest of his days till Judgement Day arrived.
"I rarely see the need for all this junk." Chloe opinionatedly stated, referring to the stacks of binders and notebooks that John was shoving into the book bag.
"Trust me, if you don't have any of this the teachers will chew you out for not being 'Prepared' and what not." John simply explained, with him even quoting prepared with his fingers. A long moment of silence loomed around the room before John spoke up again. "Didn't you have any type of school in the future?" He then asked.
"Only the larger bases had education systems for children." Chloe answered sadly. "If you were in one of the smaller outposts, you were pretty much given a rifle when you were able to walk and talk."
"Damn." John muttered to himself. He could barely imagine the war with machines let alone small children being forced into battle. Another horrible reason to stop Skynet.
"Thanks for helping me with this." Chloe smiled at John, as she openly gazed at him. John nodded but didn't pay much attention to Chloe's stares and continued to pack her book bag with the essentials. "So... I um... have to ask you a question." Chloe asked, breaking John's attention away from the bag. "Why were you ogling the machine yesterday?"
"Ogling?" John furrowed his eyebrow upward in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"You were staring at the metal in that dress, with you practically drooling!" Chloe exclaimed. "It's disgusting and-"
"-Ahem." A voice coughed, interrupted Chloe's outburst. She turned around to see Alex leaning in the doorway frame, with her arms crossed, as she observed the two. "Sarah wanted to speak with you Chloe," Alex said. Chloe nodded and gazed at John before she leaped out of bed and shuffled past Alex, leaving the room.
As soon as Chloe was out of sight, Alex immediately shut the door behind her and turned her to look at John with a worried and confused expression on her face. "I need to talk to you about Chloe and Derek."
"What about them?" John asked curiously. Alex shuffled her way to John's bed and sat where Chloe was seated moment ago.
"Okay, so how do I put this in a way that doesn't make me sound crazy." She muttered to herself in particular. A short moment later she spoke up again, having a way to explain her ordeal. "I have never seen or heard of Chloe or Derek before in the future."
"What? What do you mean?" John asked confused.
Jesus, Alex, never go on Jeopardy. "Kyle never told me that he had a brother." Alex then said.
"Wait, you knew Kyle too?" John asked surprised. Has everyone but me, met him?
Alex nodded in confirmation to John's question. "Yeah, he and you were all buddy buddy with each other in the future." She then shook her head and quickly redirected the subject back to Chloe and Derek. "But that's not the point John. The point is, that in the future, Derek was dead a long time."
"How?" John asked, still confused. He wasn't quite sure where Alex was going with this. "If he's supposed to be dead, then who is on our couch?" John asked.
"I have no clue, but I may have another theory." Alex then mentioned.
This peaked John's curiosity. "What theory?"
"I think it's because we screwed up the timeline." She simply answered. John responded by scoffing at Alex's crazy proposal. "What? It would make sense wouldn't it?" Her face pouted as she crossed her arms again.
John couldn't help but chuckled at the crazy suggestion that Alex had said, but only stopped when he noticed the look of seriousness written on her face. "What makes you think this then?" He then decided to ask.
"We already messed with the events back in 1999 while trying to keep it the same as possible." Alex began. John placed down Chloe's book bag on the floor and positioned himself, giving Alex his full undivided attention. "But something in that time frame had altered the events enough for the future to have changed."
"Maybe it's you and Cameron coming back in time that changed everything?" John casually suggested. It had to make sense right? "Or maybe, it's that Terminatrix that's hunting us."
"Terminatrix?" Alex mused. It seemed like a fitting name for the Veronica Terminator that was hunting John.
Wait a minute! Alex's eyes widened in sudden realization. John told me that he his other future self would have sent Cameron back in time to stop a T-triple eight from assassinating his younger self. That exact triple eight was nowhere to be seen on the day that the Terminatrix attacked John at school.
"John, the Terminatrix!" She shouted in his face as she rapidly shook his shoulders.
"What about her?" John asked confused as to why she was acting so enthusiastic.
"She is the key to this!" She exclaimed further. "Either it's what happened on the day of the attack that altered the timeline, or it's something else that occured!"
"We should talk to mom about this then." John nodded and rose from the bed, only to be pushed back down by Alex.
"Not a good idea." She shook her head in disagreement.
"Why? She should know about this." John argued.
"If I know Sarah well by now, then I know that she won't trust them after telling her this." Alex explained. Sarah is too much of a hard ass.
"Then what should we do?" John asked. If they couldn't tell his mother, then what other option was there?
"For now, don't tell anyone about this, okay? Not even Cameron." Alex sternly ordered.
John nodded in acceptance, and the two sat in complete silence for a long moment before John spoke up again. "What was he like?" John asked nonchalantly. "Kyle I mean." He clarified.
"I didn't know him all that well." Alex truthfully admitted. "But he seemed like a caring guy that would put anyone else first." Alex said. John remained silent, taking in the words that Alex had spoken. "Why do you ask?"
"He saved my mom from an attempted assassination years ago, but he died in the process." John sadly informed.
"Damn, guess that's why Derek was ranting on about where you sent him." Alex chuckled, remembering two days back when she and Charlie were patching him up. He kept shouting at John, demanding where he sent Kyle. But she only thought of it as him being delusional and quickly dismissed it up until now.
John sighed. He never personally knew the man, but he had heard so many great stories from his mother. He was the mysterious man who had saved his mother from some crazed lunatic trying to kill her. He was the man who had revealed the horrifying future to her and what role she played it all of it. It was that very man who became his father.
The two continued to talk for a short time until John's door flew open, with a very concerned Chloe charging in. "Sarah wants you two downstairs, now!" She exclaimed and turned to leave. Alex and John gave each other a short confused glace before chasing after the blonde teenager.
•••
Chloe, John, and Alex rush downstairs to the living room, where they saw Derek, Sarah, and Cameron standing next to the television which wasn't turned on. Derek was heard screaming insults at Cameron because she had the remote.
"Why are you yelling at her Derek?" John asked.
"It turned off the TV! It doesn't even know how to work something so simple!" Derek angrily exclaimed, only stopping to grab the area where he was shot and wince in pain.
"These things should come with a manual." Cameron monotone, as she continued to confusingly study the remote.
John walked up to her and gently took the remote from her gasp and turned on the television. "You would think that the most smartest computer on the planet would be able to use a TV remote." John chuckled and handed the device back to Cameron. "It's not rocket science."
"No. It's not rocket science." Cameron repeated blankly.
"Will you turn it up?" Derek sneered at the cyborg. Cameron hesitantly complied and turned the volume up. The six silently stood around the TV as they watched the local news station:
This just in, gunshots, and even an explosion have awakened a quiet Sunday night, and turned it into something out of a nightmare.
The scene showed an aerial shot of an apartment complex parking lot with several police, fire, and medical services surrounding the area. One corner of the area was sealed off by yellow police tape and the area was engulfed in dark smoke.
Tonight, a man was found brutally murdered after the sounds of gunshots and an explosion had abruptly woken the neighbors, where the scene that they saw would only scar them for years to come.
The scene now a close up shot of the burnt out vehicle that was crashed into a brick wall. The fire had long since died out, but there was still smoke rising from the car.
Due to the family's wishes, we are not going to release the name of the victim who sadly lost their life here tonight, so we can give the family the respect that they deserve.
We have an official report from the local police department as they have come out with facts that will shed light to this tragic night.
The scene now changed from the anchorman, to what appeared to be the chief of police of the Los Angeles Police Department.
From our observations, the victim had an extreme cauterized wound under the abdomen, and the neck was broken in four different places. The cause is unknown, but we expect to have further answers as to what exactly happened.
The department has only one suspect to go on as of right now.
Now a picture appeared on the right hand corner as the police chief continued talking. The picture was of a woman with long blonde hair, and had a pale blue eye on her right side. Immediately chills ran down Alex, John, and Chloe's spine as they immediately recognized the face. It was identical to Chloe.
This woman; Veronica Palmer was last seen by witnesses, conversing with the victim the day before. As of right now, her whereabouts are currently unknown, but she is considered to be possible armed and extremely dangerous until proven innocent.
Cameron shut off the television and placed the remote on top of the entertainment center.
"Guess our metal friend has been busy." Sarah referred to the recent events on the news.
"All metal does is cause death and chaos." Derek grumbled, as he glared daggers at Cameron. She and him engaged in in a stare off until Sarah spoke up.
"Why would she kill someone who isn't John? Isn't that her mission?" Sarah asked Cameron and Alex confused. Terminators usually wouldn't kill you unless you were either targeted or considered a threat.
Alex shrugged. "We don't know for sure what her mission is except that John is one of them."
"One of them?" Sarah inquired.
"Yes. Some of the more advanced models can be enabled to carry out more than one mission." Cameron explained. "It's possible that she is also hunting members of John's inner circle, here in the past."
"My inner circle?" John now asked curiously. He had never gone into detail on what his future was like, except that he would be the leader.
"Your future self didn't trust himself to lead the entire Resistance alone. Instead he created a counsel of some of the best minds to create a better leadership." Alex answered.
"And this counsel. It's possible that she's hunting them?" Sarah then asked.
"It's a possibility." Cameron nodded in agreement.
"At least the news gives us a rough location." Derek spoke up again. "Tomorrow we should go and see what clues we can find about this metal." Sarah simply nodded in response. "You can't go to school Chloe." He then said to his daughter.
"What? Why?" She inquired confused.
"You have a metal twin that is wanted for murder." Derek pointed at the Television. "If the cops get you, then that could lead them to us and possibly the machine in the process!"
"I'm going to school dad! Whether you like it or not!" Chloe sneered angrily.
"There you go yet again!" Derek sarcastically replied. "Your stubbornness is going to get you killed, you know that?"
"Maybe if you'd actually trust me once in awhile, we wouldn't be having this argument in front of everyone!" Chloe growled frustrated. Before Derek could speak another word, Chloe turned on her heels and stomped upstairs, with an audible door slamming shut.
"You really should let her go to school." Sarah spoke up calmly.
"Oh, so you agree with her." Derek sarcastically replied.
"I'm not agreeing with Chloe." Sarah denied. "I'm just saying that this machine version of her looks very different from your daughter."
"For starters, Chloe doesn't have a blind eye, and this one seems to have much longer hair." Alex mentioned nonchalantly.
"She'll be fine Derek." John reassured. "I don't think the police will be looking for a high school student anyway."
"Fine." Derek hesitantly agreed. "Do whatever the hell you want." He then said, and walked into the kitchen. He had no reason for it, he just wanted to get away from everyone for awhile.
"This house seems to be full of drama lately." Alex sighed and fell onto the couch. "So what's the plan for the Terminatrix?"
"Terminatrix?" Sarah asked confused. John and Alex explained the name, which she just nodded in acceptance and got straight to the point. "Tomorrow, me and Derek will go take a look. I'm also going to bring Tin Miss with us."
"Am I playing hookie again?" Cameron asked innocently, as she tilted her head to the side.
"If we encounter this Terminatrix, then we are going to need your assistance." Sarah acknowledged simply. "You three are going to school, no acceptions."
"Anything to get away from this drama we call a safehouse." Alex muttered and turned on the television again. John turned to leave upstairs, and Sarah Walked into her bedroom.
Cameron just stood there, next to Alex as they both began to watch an episode of Drake and Josh, that Alex had stumbled upon.
"Why is Josh hitting Drake with a foam finger?" Cameron asked.
"Do I look like I know why?" Alex glared at the cyborg.
"No." Cameron agreed. The two continued to watch the episode, with Alex occasionally laughing at certain parts of the sitcom. Cameron on the other hand, kept asking questions in her usual manner. Tonight was going to be a long night.
Los Angeles California, September 23, 2007: (2 Hours earlier)
7:10 pm
The door opened into the dark apartment, illuminating light inside from the moonlight outside. The features of the inside of the apartment were indistinguishable to the naked eye. A male entered the room carrying a black track jacket slung around his left arm, with a set of keys in the other.
The man flipped the light on which quickly lit up the living room. The living room was moderately clean, aside from the various pop culture posters and collectibles that were plastered everywhere. The man was revealed to be wearing a Burger King work uniform, with his tag reading "Nick" on a gold badge.
Nick had thrown the track jacket on the sofa and placed his keys on the counter. He slowly strolled to the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a soda from inside. He opened the lid and took a long swig, with him wincing from the burn that it left in his throat.
Once satisfied, he placed the soda on the counter, where his keys were, and walked into the living room where he sat down and grabbed the TV remote. Nick spent several minutes flicking through various television channels, not really finding anything interesting to watch.
Crash!
Nick leaped off the sofa, being startled by the sound of what sounded like glass breaking. The sound appeared to have come from his bedroom. Since the rest of the apartment was dark, aside from the living room, he couldn't make out what was down the small hallway that led into his bedroom. He grabbed the nearest object that was near him, which was a bust of a weirdly shaped spaceship that resembled a tortoise with its neck stretched out.
Nick slowly crept down the hall, doing his best not to make loud footsteps. He had goosebumps that made the hairs on his arms and neck stand on end. He was terrified at what the source of the sound could have been. As he reached the bedroom door, he placed his hand on the knob and slowly turned it. He then gently pushed the door open with the door making an audible screech as entered. Should've oiled the damn thing, He thought.
Nick wasted no time in flipping on the light, as he rose his spaceship statue ready to attack any intruder. But the only thing that came into view was his bedside mirror had fallen onto the ground and shattered into little pieces. Nick lowered the statue in relief. Oh, it was only the mirror. Stupid IKEA.
Nick knelt down to pick up the pieces of glass, where he picked up a very large piece. He unintentionally lifted the glass to look at his face where he saw something. The hairs on his neck stood once again as another figure came into view behind him. Nick jumped up onto his feet and whirled around to see Vernonia standing behind him. Except something was different about her. Her eye was… glowing?
Nick was at a loss for words. On one hand, he was relieved that it was someone he knew, but on the other, he was terrified of that glowing red eye. It stared into his soul. "V-Veronica?" He stuttered nervously. "What are you doing in here?"
She didn't respond however. She just stood there with a blank expression and stared at him with both her normal and mechanical eye.
"Veronica? You're f-freaking me out." He stuttered again.
Again, silence was his answer. Nick backed up slowly, as the sounds of the broken glass cracked beneath his feet.
She reacted to the sound and began to slowly stalk forward towards Nick, with her gaze fixed on him, and her face still showing no emotion.
"Please stop." Nick pleaded as she krept closer to him. He still had the large piece if glass in his hand that he hid behind his back.
"You have to be terminated." She finally answered in a monotone voice, as she reached behind her back. She pulled out a nine millimeter handgun and rose the weapon at Nick.
But before she could pull the trigger, Nick hurled the large piece of glass at Veronica, with it embedding itself in her torso. She fell onto the ground, with the handgun flying out of her hands and landing in the hallway behind her. Realizing what he has done, Nick rushed over to Veronica, but not kneeling down next to her. Instead, he just stood over her body in shock of what had just transpired. Oh god, oh god, oh god, I just killed her! He exclaimed mentally.
Suddenly, Veronica's eyes shot open. Nick noticed this and quickly jumped over her and bolted down the hall. Veronica sat up, and began scanning the surroundings as the impact from the glass forced her into a reboot. She then looked down, only to see the large piece of glass protruding from her chest. She took hold of the piece of glass and pulled it out, and tossed it to the side.
Veronica's head jerked when she heard the front door slam shut, and heard footsteps from outside. Her target was getting away. She leaped up to her feet and stalked down the hall, stopping to grab her handgun on the way. She wasn't finished with Nick yet.
•••
Meanwhile outside, Nick had rushed to his old 2003 red Nissan Altima and hopped inside. He started the vehicle and backed out of the parking spot, before turning the steering wheel to straighten out. His hand were shaky from what he had experienced several minutes ago. Veronica had a glowing red eye. That wasn't it though; she had just tried to kill him too. Nick wasn't worried about the eye right now. He was focused on gaining as much distance from him and her as he could.
As Nick turned the vehicle to exit the apartment parking lot, his headlights caught the sight of Veronica standing in his way. Nick immediately applied the brakes, with his car coming to a screeching halt.
Both stared at each other for a short moment, with Veronica tilting her head to the side. She then rose her gun again and fired off four shots at Nick. Luckily he ducked just in time, with the bullets only hitting the windshield.
With his head still ducked, Nick switched gears on his vehicle to reverse and began backing away from Veronica. She wasted no time in sprinting at the car with incredible speeds as she dove and landed on the front hood. Nick rapidly turned the steering wheel left and right, trying to shake her off but was unsuccessful at doing so. She was still attached to the hood and began crawling towards him.
What Nick saw was scary. No, not even scary. In fact it was horrifying. The girl that he had a crush on since she had moved in next door was here now trying to kill him for reasons he did not know, with her eyes screaming murder.
Nick opened the door to his car and bailed out of it, with his car still backing up, and Veronica still on the hood. Thank god that car had shitty handling.
Nick just watched as his only car had crashed into the brick fence and Veronica flying through the windshield. A second later, the red Nissan bursted into flames, with an explosion awakening the night. Nick just sat there on the road, breathing heavily. His mind finally processing what just happened.
Nick shakily rose to his feet and slowly walked to his burned out vehicle. I-I can't believe I killed Veronica. I can't believe she almost killed me. I'm sorry Vero-
The last thing he could remember was a large blue ball of light hitting his stomach and him landing on the ground. He couldn't feel anything below his waist except an excruciating, burning pain. With his vision becoming faint, the last things he could see, right now, was the night sky where the moon was shining above him. Then, another thing came into View.
It was Veronica. Except this time she was now completely nude and was covered in cuts and burns. Her long hair covered her chest and her right arm was morphed into a plasma cannon. She just stoically glared at Nick curiously as she studied his condition.
"W-Why?" He breathed, barely able to get a single word out.
His only answer was her placing her foot over his neck and applying immense pressure to it. The sound of his neck breaking from the force and him gurgling blood as he tried gasping for air could be heard. His vision faded into darkness as the last glint of life left his body. He was terminated.
Veronica took her foot off of Nick's body and stalked away, back to her room, where she could change and leave the scene before the police and fire department showed up.
•••
The next day, Sarah, Derek, and Cameron arrived at the apartment complex. It was early morning, and the police had just left. An entire area was blocked off with yellow police tape that restricted anyone from crossing.
The three hop out of the vehicle Jeep and inconspicuously cross the tape, and walk up the flight of stairs that led up to the apartment building. It didn't take much searching, since there were only two rooms that were covered in the yellow tape, so Derek took one room, while Cameron and Sarah take the other.
Once inside the room that Cameron and Sarah had picked, they came into a very clean spotless living room that didn't even have a speck of dust present.
"This has to be it." Sarah muttered, referring to how clean the apartment was.
Derek entered entered the apartment a moment later, shaking his head. "The other room was too messy and had tons of nerdy stuff." Derek informed. "Have any luck in this one?"
"This has to be her safehouse." Cameron nodded. "We should check every inch of this place. She would have hidden anything of value."
"Guess you and the machines have something in common." Sarah mocked Derek. He just scoffed and walked into the kitchen, curious as to what what a Terminator would keep in the refrigerator. Sarah started to search the living room, while Cameron stalked away, into the bedroom.
The bed was a mess which confused Cameron. Usually she and other machines were so neat and clean, almost like a cat. But this bed's covers were thrown all over the place.
The closet was also a mess, with most clothes littering the floor. Cameron knelt down and began to scan everything that was out of place, trying to find what the Terminatrix would've hidden and forgot. It was a long stretch though, considering Terminators never forgot anything.
Cameron felt around the back wall paneling and found a creaves in the right corner. She then pulled the false drywall board off, revealing a small hiding place. Cameron then reached her arm inside, trying to see if the Terminatrix had left anything that they could use to find her.
SNAP!
Cameron tilted her head in confusion as her pain sensors had spiked astronomically, causing her to flinch. She then pulled her hand out of the small hole, finding a bear trap clamped down on her arm.
Cameron tried prying the trap off, but didn't have enough leverage to do so. "Sarah!" She called out calmly.
Sarah and Derek came rushing into the room, searching for the cyborg. Their eyes travel to the floor, where Cameron was sitting, and her dangling the bear trap that was hanging off her arm. She looked like a child who was in trouble. Both couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably.
"Guess the metal got caught with its hand in the cookie jar!" Derek Said between laughs. His side still hurt, but it was worth seeing Cameron in complete distress.
"It's not a cookie jar, it's a bear trap." Cameron deadpanned. "Help me." She then ordered.
After Sarah had her laughing fit, she knelt down in front of Cameron and began to try to pull the trap off of her arm. But so far, no luck. "It's on there pretty tight." Sarah scratched her head confusingly. "Reese, will you give me a hand?" She then asked.
"I think the metal already gave you one." The soldier chuckled again, still taking in the sight of a machine stuck in a trap. It was the funniest thing he had ever seen. Derek stopped laughing when he revived a scowl from Sarah. "Okay, okay, I'll help." He reluctantly agreed and knelt down next to Sarah.
The two began to forcefully pull the trap open, with them applying immense pressure. Finally, after much effort, they had finally freed Cameron's arm, but pulling large chunks of flesh off in the process.
The metal inner servo motors of Cameron's arm could clearly be seen. The sight was enough to make Derek gag at the sight. He knew what she was underneath, but he more preferred to at least have the illusion that she looked like a teenage girl and not just a walking naked endoskeleton. Deep down he would never forget what she was.
"Ew," Sarah grimaced. "That'll heal, right?" She then asked. If Cameron couldn't pass for a human, then she really had no use being around. The cyborg nodded, and stood up from the floor. "We'll have to patch you up when we get home. Perhaps there is something here we can use in the meantime?"
"Hey, what about these?" Derek spoke up. He reached down to the floor and picked up what appeared to be arm warmers. They were black with purple stripes outlined which immediately drew Cameron's attention. She snatched the arm warmers from Derek's grasp and slipped both of them on her arms. "Hey!" Derek angrily spat. "Take something from me like that again, and I won't hesitate to take you apart!"
Cameron ignored the man and knelt back down where she then placed her hand back in the hole of the closet. Luckily there wasn't another trap set, but Cameron couldn't feel anything. It was almost empty.
Then she felt it.
At the very corner of the small hole, something metallic and cold came into contact. It felt round and heavy.
She pulled out the mysterious object, revealing itself to be a T-triple eight skull. It was missing an eye however. Cameron reached back inside the hole and pulled several more pieces of what appeared to be the rest of the endoskeleton.
"What the hell?" Derek scratched his head. "What's metal doing with other pieces of metal?"
"Repairs." Cameron simply answered.
"What do you mean by repairs?" Sarah asked very confused.
"She was damaged. She must of used this triple eight for repairs." Cameron explained. "It's what I would do."
"You're supposed to burn the endos, not save them!" Sarah exclaimed in annoyance. "One unaccounted piece could advance the arrival of Judgement Day!"
"I wouldn't be worth anything if I couldn't repair my systems in the unforeseeable event that I was heavily damaged." Cameron persisted.
"Wait a minute!" Derek shouted, causing both Sarah and Cameron to go silent. "This is the machine that Chloe took down over a week ago!"
"How can you be so sure?" Sarah inquired.
"Chloe blew the thing to hell, and this blast mark on the chest piece proves that." Derek said. "We never had the chance to go back there yet, but I have a feeling we won't have to now."
Suddenly, Cameron's head jolted upwards, startling Sarah and Derek. She heard faint sirens approaching their location. "The police are coming." She monotoned. "The neighbors most likely called the police."
"We need to get out of here." Sarah nodded in agreement. "We can't leave this here either. Is there anything we can carry it in?"
"I found this in the other apartment." Derek mentioned, and pulled a Star Wars backpack off of his shoulders, which he received an unusual glare from Sarah. "What? I liked the movies when I was younger." Sarah just accepted and everyone began to pile every piece of the triple eight endoskeleton into the backpack.
It was almost like someone had attempted to stuff an entire body inside the backpack, causing it to look as round as a beach ball. Cameron had slung the heavy bag around her shoulders and tossed the bear trap at Derek, which he unintentionally caught.
"Ew! Why give it to me?" He asked disgusted. There was still most of Cameron's arm flesh hanging off of the jaws, that made it look like a predatory animal had its prey caught between its teeth.
"We can't leave any evidence behind." Cameron stated.
"Is there anyway out of here?" Sarah then asked no one in particular.
"I saw a window in the kitchen. We can escape through there." Cameron suggested. With no time to further discuss, the trio made a break for the kitchen and climbed out through the window.
•••
Author's Note: Yet another chapter! I went crazy with this one because I had no idea on what to write. Even though I'm following a similar story arc to the first season, I still find it hard to keep some form of originality.
I hope you guys noticed that I posted a new chapter on my "Terminator: The Allison Young Chronicles," story arc. I had that chapter floating around for several months and I just had to get it out there. You could even see how my writing style has drastically changed over the past few months I've been writing.
I'm thinking of continuing it as a companion story to "No Fate But What We Make," which will give better insight to the events told in this story. I'm not entirely sure yet, but if I do, then I would gradually update it over time.
Either the next chapter or the one after, will have a one month time jump so I can finally near the end of this random retelling of the first season, and start my own path.
Reviews are appreciated!