Author's note: Right now, I'm concentrating on developing the stage for Carter's character, but I'll try to add a like John/Cameron juice kays? Just keep reading. And review please… Here comes Chapter 10!
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Chapter10: Close Contact
The three of them finished their shopping as soon as possible as apparently, three good looking teens (on the surface) is attracting pretty much a lot of attention. John felt like the oddball here. He decided that they take a break and hide for a while in a fast-food restaurant. Carter was found carrying all the stuffs as John said it was only normal for a boy to carrying shopping bags rather than girls when Cameron wanted to help with the load.
Cameron ordered a small packet of fries; John ordered a set meal of burger, fries, drinks and ice cream. Carter, being the one incapable of consuming food decided to seat back and watch how Cameron eats as a machine underneath.
So Carter just kept his gaze on Cameron and John as they ate. John shifted uncomfortably under his gaze as his ate and John realized it was hard to digest his food under someone's stare. Cameron looked up for a moment, looking out the full glass window. Suddenly Cameron jolted up from her seat, knocking it over. Attracting attention again.
"What's wrong?" John frowned, looking out of the window, but his eyes failed to spot anything alarming to him. Cameron's stare was concentrated on the outside. She didn't look away nor did anything at all. Carter followed her stare, out of the window. Carter seemingly saw what Cameron did. He stood up. "What's going on here? Can anyone fill me in?!" John said, obviously frustrated from being ignored. He looked out again.
Then his blood ran cold and he felt a cold shiver down his spine. He was looking at the familiar side view of a very handsome guy. A little older than Cameron and Carter. He was wearing a business suit, looking very decent from the outside, scanning the area as he walked. John stopped himself from shaking or being scared as his two protectors stood there and kept their stare on that man out there. He was blocked from their view for a moment by a group of girls.
John almost stopped breathing as the group of girls passed and once again they caught sight of that man. He had that stone look on his face as usual. This time, it was different. John looked straight at him, but this time, his eyes met his. His eyes flashed red once as a wide smirk spread over his face. John's mouth was opened as John exhaled. John was scared…
That man walked briskly to his target as John felt a strong pull by his collar of his jacket. He followed the pull, looking back at that guy. Carter blocked his view, shopping bags in his hand as he followed John. Cameron pulled John by his collar, guiding him through the crowd and to the back of the restaurant, ignoring all the objections and all the attempts to stop them by the workers in the restaurant. But Cameron shoved them out of the way like they were made of paper.
When they reached the back, Cameron kicked open the back door, allowing them though. Then they heard a loud and expected sound of glass shattering as John knew, Cromartie would break down the full glass window, having less rational to use the door. Sometimes John really wondered if terminators have common sense?
Cameron kept her grip on John's collar firm and tight, pulling him along as John struggled to keep up with her pace. Cameron opened the back door.
They walked briskly through an alley when John looked back and saw Carter locked the door from the outside swiftly before catching up. Cromartie emerging from the doorway they just went through by kicking it off its hinges. Cromartie lifted the deadly weapon, its barrel aimed straight at John's forehead.
The trigger was pulled and the deafening gun sound rang through out the alley, Cameron pushed John by his back onto the floor. John crouched onto the floor with Cameron's body over his. John saw Carter fell to the ground from the impact of the gunshot. His right chest struck.
Before John knew it, he heard a loud clashing of bullets and metal. John knew it was only a matter of time before Cromartie was all over him. Cameron wasn't going to last long as a shield from bullets. She was staggering.
"John, run." Cameron said calmly as Carter got up. Carter ran to Cromartie swiftly, grabbing Cromartie around his shoulders, disarming him of his weapon. This made the two terminator engage in a hand-to-hand combat. Cameron was recovering from her bullets shots on her back. Although it didn't do any real damage but she was shaken.
John was hesitant about this. He was not sure if his two protectors can match up to Cromartie. Cromartie looked really humongous beside Carter or even Cameron.
Cameron looked at John in a what-are-you-waiting-for look. John mouthed his apology before he turned and ran. Cameron watched as John ran away, turning around the corner, disappearing from view.
She stood up, walking briskly to Cromartie. Cromartie picked Carter up by his shirt, throwing him into the brick wall. Cameron made a sudden burst of speed, pushing Cromartie off his feet. But that wasn't sufficient; he got up, after picking up his gun, shooting Cameron on her collarbone, near her neck. Cameron staggered slightly, before she drew her gun from her belt but Cromartie elbowed her arm and cause her to drop the gun after she shot him in the eye. Cameron got tied up in hand to hand combat with him as she attempted to snatch his gun from him, but Cromartie was stronger, he pointed the gun at Cameron's forehead, pulling the trigger. The bullet bounced off her forehead was the colton below showed off its shining surface.
The impact sent her to the floor. Cromartie took this chance to tower over her. But the unexpected happened. Suddenly, a jeep of a certain height drove into the alley at high speed. The alley was narrow but it was just right for the jeep.
Cromartie cocked his head as he was swept of his feet by the impact of the jeep on his chest, the bottom of the jeep barely missing Cameron's face, which faced the side, by a hairline. The jeep stopped after causing Cromartie to fly a few meters away. Cameron got up just in time to see the co-driver seat door fling open. Cameron immediately ran to the jeep, slipping in and closing the door, finding Carter in the back seat with all the shopping bags.
Cameron looked at John reproachfully. John shrugged that away as he stepped on the clutch, change the gear and stepping hard on the accelerator. The jeep charged forward. They ran over Cromartie who was just about to get up. A little turbulence was felt in the jeep as John winced at the sound of squeaking metal the jeep ran over that John assumed was Cromartie. John droved the jeep out of the alley and into the road, disappearing among the busy traffic and was out of sight the moment Cromartie came out of the alley with the left side of his head dented, revealing his metal endo-skeleton underneath, half his suit was torn as well, revealing raw and scraped skin.
Cameron stared reproachfully at John as John tried to act oblivious to it but he couldn't drive under so much pressure from her stare. Just at the right timing, the traffic light flashed red and John pulled the jeep into a stop.
"You shouldn't have come back. You should've taken the jeep and run…" Cameron said in an accusing tone.
"Come with me if you want to live." John grinned, reminding Cameron of their first meeting, when she saved his life in a similar jeep, from Cromartie…
To be continued…
Sorry about my poor description of the fighting scene. Describing fight scene is my Achilles' Heels…