Sorry, kind of short chapter, I hope to get the next one up soon. Remember
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Elizabeth Connor woke up in a small walled cell. Her eyes were bleary; she was slumped on her side against the wall. Her hand, she looked at her hand: it was spotted with blood. She tried to move to get a better look. Her arm seared with pain, like fire. The terminator...
With a sudden jolt, Elizabeth recalled what had happened. The dark hall. the terminator. her arm. and now this.
She sat bolt upright, her eyes wild. The cell was tiny, and there appeared to be no door. In fact there was nothing. Except her bag. Bright red canvas, dumped in the corner.
Elizabeth knew she needed a bandage for her arm. She was surprised at the amount of blood she had lost. She was also surprised that her bag had not been confiscated, or destroyed. Looking around quickly, she shuffled slowly towards her bag, not daring to hope that Skynet had been stupid enough to leave all of her things right next to her.
Slowly, she reached a quavering hand towards it.
"Stop." Commanded a voice. Elizabeth jumped, and then turned cautiously. "Who are you?" She asked coldly. Gradually, a part of the brick wall faded into silver. Elizabeth breathed in sharply - a liquid metal door. She was surprised the concept had not occurred to her before. A guard, and a door. Impressive. A face slid out of the shimmering metal.
Elizabeth struggled to remain calm as she pictured hundreds of razor sharp knives stabbing around the tiny cell, sinking into her flesh - . "I need a bandage for my arm." She said, her voice wavering only slightly. ~ The T-1001 door analysed, recorded and reviewed the girl's request within a few moments. An alert showed confirming her access to the bag. "Sure." It said in its westernised accent. Taking mainframe precautions in case anything remained in the bag that was not permitted in the cell, it stretched a long tendril towards the bag. The nano-robotic visual sensors that ran through its system activated, it had a full visual of the bag through its tentacle. "Go ahead." The T-1000 repeated. ~ Elizabeth shuddered as the swaying tentacle moved towards her. She blinked, - it seemed to be melting. She glanced at the door. It too had several small blobs of silver, dribbling down the inside. Was this normal? She wondered, and then winced as her arm grated against the wall. Slowly and deliberately she reached for her bag, then peered inside. Several items she would have deemed unimportant had gone missing - her pencil case and heat- resistant gloves, but her laptop and several EMP grenades, the things she had most expected confiscated, remained. The T-1000 tendril peering over her shoulder did not seem to notice. What was going on?
Elizabeth snipped off a roll of gauze bandage, and then wrapped the self- adhesant strip around her arm as her First-aid training had taught her. Without warning, the T-1000 door collapsed, melting into a puddle of grey ooze. Hesitating only slightly, Elizabeth tossed the leftover bandage into her backpack, looked up and down the corridor, and then set off at a sprint. She had no idea where she was going.
Elizabeth Connor woke up in a small walled cell. Her eyes were bleary; she was slumped on her side against the wall. Her hand, she looked at her hand: it was spotted with blood. She tried to move to get a better look. Her arm seared with pain, like fire. The terminator...
With a sudden jolt, Elizabeth recalled what had happened. The dark hall. the terminator. her arm. and now this.
She sat bolt upright, her eyes wild. The cell was tiny, and there appeared to be no door. In fact there was nothing. Except her bag. Bright red canvas, dumped in the corner.
Elizabeth knew she needed a bandage for her arm. She was surprised at the amount of blood she had lost. She was also surprised that her bag had not been confiscated, or destroyed. Looking around quickly, she shuffled slowly towards her bag, not daring to hope that Skynet had been stupid enough to leave all of her things right next to her.
Slowly, she reached a quavering hand towards it.
"Stop." Commanded a voice. Elizabeth jumped, and then turned cautiously. "Who are you?" She asked coldly. Gradually, a part of the brick wall faded into silver. Elizabeth breathed in sharply - a liquid metal door. She was surprised the concept had not occurred to her before. A guard, and a door. Impressive. A face slid out of the shimmering metal.
Elizabeth struggled to remain calm as she pictured hundreds of razor sharp knives stabbing around the tiny cell, sinking into her flesh - . "I need a bandage for my arm." She said, her voice wavering only slightly. ~ The T-1001 door analysed, recorded and reviewed the girl's request within a few moments. An alert showed confirming her access to the bag. "Sure." It said in its westernised accent. Taking mainframe precautions in case anything remained in the bag that was not permitted in the cell, it stretched a long tendril towards the bag. The nano-robotic visual sensors that ran through its system activated, it had a full visual of the bag through its tentacle. "Go ahead." The T-1000 repeated. ~ Elizabeth shuddered as the swaying tentacle moved towards her. She blinked, - it seemed to be melting. She glanced at the door. It too had several small blobs of silver, dribbling down the inside. Was this normal? She wondered, and then winced as her arm grated against the wall. Slowly and deliberately she reached for her bag, then peered inside. Several items she would have deemed unimportant had gone missing - her pencil case and heat- resistant gloves, but her laptop and several EMP grenades, the things she had most expected confiscated, remained. The T-1000 tendril peering over her shoulder did not seem to notice. What was going on?
Elizabeth snipped off a roll of gauze bandage, and then wrapped the self- adhesant strip around her arm as her First-aid training had taught her. Without warning, the T-1000 door collapsed, melting into a puddle of grey ooze. Hesitating only slightly, Elizabeth tossed the leftover bandage into her backpack, looked up and down the corridor, and then set off at a sprint. She had no idea where she was going.