Well, after a day or two of contemplation I've decided to take a crack at writing a Terminator Fanfic. Not my first fanfic but its my first in the Terminator world. And of course, it is inspired by T3!
Please let me know what you think (its what reviews are for people!)
The first chapter is sorta short, the rest will be longer I promise
"Fate and Future"
Katherine Brewster held John's hand tightly, a whirlwind of emotions going through her mind. She knew what was going on but she didn't really know what was going on. It was just happened all too fast...
They were standing in an old cold-war era military facility designed specifically for the event on hand...Nuclear War. But the creators of the facility couldn't have expected this. A war against machines. Machines with the ability to think and process as well and soon exponentially better than any human. Nobody saw it coming, except John Connors. And right now even he was in a state of shock.
Kate glanced at John. His hand was as cold as the soon to come nuclear winter, while his eyes were fixed on the microphone in which he had just spoke. There was man who had been trying to talk with John... but he was cut off seconds after Connors responded. He most likely died, though Kate refused to confirm it. Each admitted death felt like a knife to the heart. First Scott, then her father....
Another rumble stirred the control room. Sounds in the background put across a feeling of destruction, loud explosions and ear piercing screams. Still, Kate and John just stood there, hands firmly grasped for no other reason but because they could be.
Kate's brain was in overdrive, computing information. It was like trying to put together a puzzle with only half the pieces available. She knew only what John and the Terminator told her, which wasn't much. Ignorance was not bliss.
Up until this point her brain was too busy trying to understand how machines could possess the ability...the intelligence... to do all of this. But when it occurred to her how billions of human beings were dying, she just couldn't take it any longer.
Her vision becoming blurry, Kate reached out with her left hand for a non-existing chair or table or anything. Finding nothing, gravity took her and she collapsed. Kate arrived at the floor, completely unconscious.
~
John felt Kate's hand slipping out of his own, saw her fall, heard the noise when she hit the ground. He could almost taste the death in the air. It took all his strength not to join his friend on the ground, but he fought the ache in his body, the ache in his heart.
Trembling fists pounded against the radio control booth. Confusion, depression, violence, all of it seemed to threaten to overtake him. A war was waging in his mind: 'Its all your fault!' 'It's not your fault!' 'You've failed everyone...' 'It couldn't have been prevented!' 'It's nobody's fault!'
"Aahhhhhhhh!" was all he could say out loud. "Aahhhhhhh!" was the only words his mouth could form.
John spun, tripped, then fell. He had stumbled on Kate, still knocked out by the stress and pain, lying on the floor. John looked up, and noticed a hallway. In an unexpected triumph of sanity over chaos, Connors found an escape route: 'Take care of her, worry about everything else later...'
Focusing his thoughts on her John ignored physical fatigue and gently lifted Kate off the ground. She wasn't heavy, and though his muscles were tense with grief he didn't have a hard time holding her. He looked around and then walked towards the nearest hallway, in search of a room or barracks.
John had a hard time, what with his ankle, but he managed to carry Kate to a room not too far from the main part of the shelter. Inside was a bed, small nightstand and a single chair. Lying her softly onto the bed, John collapsed into the nearby chair, letting fatigue and injuries finally overtake him. Half asleep, he made a desperate grab for something, anything that might sustain him.
He came across Kate's hand, grasped it gently, and fell into the world between sleep and death.
Yeah sorta angst-filled, but the story isn't going to be depressing. This is just an intro because I felt that you couldn't have the world practically destroyed then just glide into the next part of the story. Also, I'm quite tired so maybe that's why this chapter is so short.
Until tomorrow... sayonara!
Please let me know what you think (its what reviews are for people!)
The first chapter is sorta short, the rest will be longer I promise
"Fate and Future"
Katherine Brewster held John's hand tightly, a whirlwind of emotions going through her mind. She knew what was going on but she didn't really know what was going on. It was just happened all too fast...
They were standing in an old cold-war era military facility designed specifically for the event on hand...Nuclear War. But the creators of the facility couldn't have expected this. A war against machines. Machines with the ability to think and process as well and soon exponentially better than any human. Nobody saw it coming, except John Connors. And right now even he was in a state of shock.
Kate glanced at John. His hand was as cold as the soon to come nuclear winter, while his eyes were fixed on the microphone in which he had just spoke. There was man who had been trying to talk with John... but he was cut off seconds after Connors responded. He most likely died, though Kate refused to confirm it. Each admitted death felt like a knife to the heart. First Scott, then her father....
Another rumble stirred the control room. Sounds in the background put across a feeling of destruction, loud explosions and ear piercing screams. Still, Kate and John just stood there, hands firmly grasped for no other reason but because they could be.
Kate's brain was in overdrive, computing information. It was like trying to put together a puzzle with only half the pieces available. She knew only what John and the Terminator told her, which wasn't much. Ignorance was not bliss.
Up until this point her brain was too busy trying to understand how machines could possess the ability...the intelligence... to do all of this. But when it occurred to her how billions of human beings were dying, she just couldn't take it any longer.
Her vision becoming blurry, Kate reached out with her left hand for a non-existing chair or table or anything. Finding nothing, gravity took her and she collapsed. Kate arrived at the floor, completely unconscious.
~
John felt Kate's hand slipping out of his own, saw her fall, heard the noise when she hit the ground. He could almost taste the death in the air. It took all his strength not to join his friend on the ground, but he fought the ache in his body, the ache in his heart.
Trembling fists pounded against the radio control booth. Confusion, depression, violence, all of it seemed to threaten to overtake him. A war was waging in his mind: 'Its all your fault!' 'It's not your fault!' 'You've failed everyone...' 'It couldn't have been prevented!' 'It's nobody's fault!'
"Aahhhhhhhh!" was all he could say out loud. "Aahhhhhhh!" was the only words his mouth could form.
John spun, tripped, then fell. He had stumbled on Kate, still knocked out by the stress and pain, lying on the floor. John looked up, and noticed a hallway. In an unexpected triumph of sanity over chaos, Connors found an escape route: 'Take care of her, worry about everything else later...'
Focusing his thoughts on her John ignored physical fatigue and gently lifted Kate off the ground. She wasn't heavy, and though his muscles were tense with grief he didn't have a hard time holding her. He looked around and then walked towards the nearest hallway, in search of a room or barracks.
John had a hard time, what with his ankle, but he managed to carry Kate to a room not too far from the main part of the shelter. Inside was a bed, small nightstand and a single chair. Lying her softly onto the bed, John collapsed into the nearby chair, letting fatigue and injuries finally overtake him. Half asleep, he made a desperate grab for something, anything that might sustain him.
He came across Kate's hand, grasped it gently, and fell into the world between sleep and death.
Yeah sorta angst-filled, but the story isn't going to be depressing. This is just an intro because I felt that you couldn't have the world practically destroyed then just glide into the next part of the story. Also, I'm quite tired so maybe that's why this chapter is so short.
Until tomorrow... sayonara!