Terminator 2: Changing History?
Disclaimer: mine is only crazy idea.
Time - 16:53. Red "Honda" with two teenagers had just parked on the parking lot near the other motorcycles. I know that I have to do something, but what? Just come up to them and say: "Hello, John. You know, your mother wasn't crazy. Now there are to terminators searching for you: one to kill you, and another to save you. I don't know how do they look like, but you have to go with me."? As I said, I don't want to meet Dr. Silberman any time soon. To go after them? And what can I do against...
With the corner of my eye I notice a young policeman quickly nearing the parking lot and taking out a gun. Taking out a gun???
I quickly grab boys' T-shirts (when did I get to them), run to a thick brick railing, drop them on the ground and fall on the top of them. Still falling I pull to out my own gun and feel that mine left arm is strangely numb. At some moment between picking up boys and falling down, policeman (T-1000) began to shoot. Now shooting stopped (I hope he is recharging gun) and I can look out and start shooting myself. I feel like a heroine of a cheap Hollywood movie, as one of my shoots almost tear his hand off and send his gun flying away, and others turn his face and body into quicksilver mash. Boys, of course, didn't stay face down on the ground and now trying they try are trying to understand their situation. John is really doing better work than his friend, but I am not going to explain it all now. I recharge the gun (I've practiced a lot to do it as fast as possible), and push boys into the right direction, giving keys to John.
"Into the car, now". - When John turns to look at me, I add - "Start the engine".
Without further asking, he grabs his friends hand and drags him to the car. I follow them a bit slower, without taking my eyes from the place where fell T-1000. Who, by the way, had more than enough time to gather himself and recover his gun.
I shoot again, hoping if not to stop him, than to distract. I miss that, after all, is far less strangely then previous hits. But someone else's shots again leave T-1000 weaponless. A man with the appearance of the Arnold Schwarzenegger and a serious looking weapon shows that I can turn back to dragging John and his friend at the safest distance possible. These two now will be busy for quite a time.
I jump into the car, shoving boys on the rear seat. It is good that it is my left hand I can't use - it'd be harder to drive the car otherwise. I head towards the exit from the parking lot to leave this place as fast as possible, and only then I notice that both terminators moved and now are crashing cars to on both sides of my chosen way. It would be much wiser to simply ride past them on the fastest speed - good terminator can find us by himself and it is better not to give T-1000 extra chance. But... ability to act sensibly had always completely left me in such situations and this time wasn't an exception. Lucky that I've changed bumper for a stronger one. T-1000 slides far forward, leaving behind a nice silver trace. I open the door (with my right hand) and manage to move to the passenger seat without letting the car to stop. Terminator seemingly speeded the car before lowering himself on the seat, and definitely before I did it. I try to fasten my seatbelt and at the same time to make sure that boys are all right and had also fastened them. Terminator is, of course, a perfect driver, but if T-1000 would like to pursue us on the truck... it'd better not to take any chances.
An hour later.
Car is parked in a quiet street. Boys are sitting on the backseat - they haven't even think about unfastening their seatbelts. John, as it seems, is not in the better condition then his friend. Terminator is finishing bandaging my hand. We don't speak to each other, and it is quite good by me. Though I understand that I'll have to explain everything and soon. And John won't like it.
- I have to call home, - well, it seems I was wrong. John had already figured (almost) everything, or still trying to stay in his perfect, comfortable and safe little world. That won't work.