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I'm so sorry I've forgotten this story...to any readers who wanted the next part, here it is. And I hate when people start fics and then stop them, so I'm going to try and update AT LEAST twice a week (probably Sat & Sun, when I have the most free time) and ANY chance I get during the week. I'm going to get through this story before the real Terminator 3 comes out....I hope. Anyway, my dearest appolgies for not updating...this is a short chapter, but I'll do the next one tomorrow. I'm tired and I gotta go to sleep.
The wind, which had been silent only a moment earlier, suddenly began to howl and swirl through the empty parking lot. Dust was whipped in tigh circles, and bits of trash skittered across the pavememt. The sky became cloudy and thunder rumbled, but at 3am no one noticed. While the people of the neighborhood slept soundly, a bright flash of light lit up the street. Electrical charges began to jump from metal trashcans to metal mailboxes, increasing in volume until there was a huge ball of lightning. In a mighty flash the light went out, revealing a small girl, about the age of 7 or 8, standing silently. But rather than clothes, she had on what looked like a skin-tight suit of armor, from her neck to her toes and down her arms. The girl turned around with strange flexibility and ease in the armor, her long blonde hair caught in a breeze. Her bright green eye flashed red for a moment, before returning to normal. She'd found her target...6 houses down, 3rd bedroom to the left, 2nd floor. The human was sleeping in a bad against the far corner, with the window open a crack. All this the little girl had seen in an instant...without even looking. She took a delicate step forward towards the house, and in a flash of light disapeered.
John, meanwhile, had been writing in his journal (he liked to write when he couldn't sleep) His mother thought writing was a waste of valuable training time, but John needed to get his thoughts out somehow. His mom wasn't exactly the easiest person to talk to. He glanced out his window as a huge clap of thunder resounded. Funny....the sky had been clear a moment ago...John threw his arms over his eyes as a huge flash of light pourred into his room. And as suddenly as it had occurred, it was gone. John peered out the window with greeen dots dancing before his eyes. He rubbed them hard and looked again. There'd been a girl there a moment ago, but she'd disapeered. John turned to the clock and groaned. 3Am, and school tomorrow. No wonder he was seeing things. Relcutanly he crawled into bed, his mind filled with confused thoughts. That light...the little girl...Emilee, who seemed so familiar somehow...
I'm so sorry I've forgotten this story...to any readers who wanted the next part, here it is. And I hate when people start fics and then stop them, so I'm going to try and update AT LEAST twice a week (probably Sat & Sun, when I have the most free time) and ANY chance I get during the week. I'm going to get through this story before the real Terminator 3 comes out....I hope. Anyway, my dearest appolgies for not updating...this is a short chapter, but I'll do the next one tomorrow. I'm tired and I gotta go to sleep.
The wind, which had been silent only a moment earlier, suddenly began to howl and swirl through the empty parking lot. Dust was whipped in tigh circles, and bits of trash skittered across the pavememt. The sky became cloudy and thunder rumbled, but at 3am no one noticed. While the people of the neighborhood slept soundly, a bright flash of light lit up the street. Electrical charges began to jump from metal trashcans to metal mailboxes, increasing in volume until there was a huge ball of lightning. In a mighty flash the light went out, revealing a small girl, about the age of 7 or 8, standing silently. But rather than clothes, she had on what looked like a skin-tight suit of armor, from her neck to her toes and down her arms. The girl turned around with strange flexibility and ease in the armor, her long blonde hair caught in a breeze. Her bright green eye flashed red for a moment, before returning to normal. She'd found her target...6 houses down, 3rd bedroom to the left, 2nd floor. The human was sleeping in a bad against the far corner, with the window open a crack. All this the little girl had seen in an instant...without even looking. She took a delicate step forward towards the house, and in a flash of light disapeered.
John, meanwhile, had been writing in his journal (he liked to write when he couldn't sleep) His mother thought writing was a waste of valuable training time, but John needed to get his thoughts out somehow. His mom wasn't exactly the easiest person to talk to. He glanced out his window as a huge clap of thunder resounded. Funny....the sky had been clear a moment ago...John threw his arms over his eyes as a huge flash of light pourred into his room. And as suddenly as it had occurred, it was gone. John peered out the window with greeen dots dancing before his eyes. He rubbed them hard and looked again. There'd been a girl there a moment ago, but she'd disapeered. John turned to the clock and groaned. 3Am, and school tomorrow. No wonder he was seeing things. Relcutanly he crawled into bed, his mind filled with confused thoughts. That light...the little girl...Emilee, who seemed so familiar somehow...