Chapter 3
"H-Help! Oh, someone, please, help!" The scream rang out, but nobody heard it inside the diner. There was a band playing as the people ate their food.
"HEEELLPP! Leave me alone!
Inside the diner, Bob was about to light a cigarette.
"I'm sorry pal, no smoking. This is a family place."
Bob looked around. There only seemed to be one kid there, but he grudgingly went out.
'I'm going to complain about this,' thought Bob as he went out, 'The food's lousy too.'
He was just on his way out when he heard the screams. He rushed out, to see the large, naked figure, slowly walking towards someone. It was trapping them in a corner. He punched the figure. Nothing happened. It was still walking towards him. It didn't even seem to notice his screams or futile attempts to escape.
Bob went to his truck, to get his gun. He was just loading it up when the screams stopped. He turned around, deathly afraid that the man was dead.
He was somehow relieved when he saw the man being lifted up into the air by the throat by the naked person. He fired his shotgun. The figure slowly turned its head, seemingly uninjured. Bob reloadedand shot it again, in the face. The bullet pierced skin, but where there should have been brains spilling out, there was clod, hard steel. A red light shone where the eye used to be.
"What are you?" Stuttered Bob, now about to pass out.
The human (Or was it?) walked towards him.
"I am Terminator," he replied, no emotion in his voice.
"What?" The man didn't understand. He dropped his shotgun in terror. The Terminator picked it up and held at him.
"Give me your clothes."
"...er...yes, y-yes."
The Terminator now rounded on the first man.
"And you."
The man obediently did as he was told, taking off his leather jacket and black jeans. Bob took off the faded white jersey he was wearing. He was about to take off his trousers, but saw Terminator had already put on the jeans.
"And now," said Terminator, "Die!"
Two gunshots rang out. The people in the diner flocked outside, only to see an old truck drive off.
"H-Help! Oh, someone, please, help!" The scream rang out, but nobody heard it inside the diner. There was a band playing as the people ate their food.
"HEEELLPP! Leave me alone!
Inside the diner, Bob was about to light a cigarette.
"I'm sorry pal, no smoking. This is a family place."
Bob looked around. There only seemed to be one kid there, but he grudgingly went out.
'I'm going to complain about this,' thought Bob as he went out, 'The food's lousy too.'
He was just on his way out when he heard the screams. He rushed out, to see the large, naked figure, slowly walking towards someone. It was trapping them in a corner. He punched the figure. Nothing happened. It was still walking towards him. It didn't even seem to notice his screams or futile attempts to escape.
Bob went to his truck, to get his gun. He was just loading it up when the screams stopped. He turned around, deathly afraid that the man was dead.
He was somehow relieved when he saw the man being lifted up into the air by the throat by the naked person. He fired his shotgun. The figure slowly turned its head, seemingly uninjured. Bob reloadedand shot it again, in the face. The bullet pierced skin, but where there should have been brains spilling out, there was clod, hard steel. A red light shone where the eye used to be.
"What are you?" Stuttered Bob, now about to pass out.
The human (Or was it?) walked towards him.
"I am Terminator," he replied, no emotion in his voice.
"What?" The man didn't understand. He dropped his shotgun in terror. The Terminator picked it up and held at him.
"Give me your clothes."
"...er...yes, y-yes."
The Terminator now rounded on the first man.
"And you."
The man obediently did as he was told, taking off his leather jacket and black jeans. Bob took off the faded white jersey he was wearing. He was about to take off his trousers, but saw Terminator had already put on the jeans.
"And now," said Terminator, "Die!"
Two gunshots rang out. The people in the diner flocked outside, only to see an old truck drive off.