Disclaimer: I do NOT own Terminator, the characters or anything associated
with it. I only own Andrea Reese. Not Kyle Reese, not Sarah Conner, just
Andrea Reese. Okay, this is a little story about Kyle and the OTHER reason
that he went back in time to 1984. It wasn't all Sarah. This is about him
and his little sister, Andrea. It is told through Kyle's POV. It begins
through a series of flashbacks. Okay, I hope you enjoy and PLEASE review
when you are done! Okay, here we go!
I remember the first time I realized my sister was smarter, braver, and more defiant than I could ever hope to be. She was ten at the time, and it was this event at ten that showed to me and everyone around her bravery and strength.
I remember that day so clearly. We were waiting for our parents...
"Hush, Andrea!" I said to my little sister.
"Are they coming?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"Yes. Get ready. One, two, THREE!"
We jumped up and surprised our parents from jumping behind a piece of rubble. My mother shrieked and grabbed at her heart, before laughing.
My father, trying hard not to laugh, said sternly, "Kyle, Andrea, that was not funny." But we knew it was since he was starting to smile through his stern gaze.
Andrea, 10 years old at the time, gave a baby frown and flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder. I was 14, and this was the only way Andrea and I were able to entertain ourselves. We were the only kids who hadn't quite resigned to the fate of misery. Even though we prepared everyday for the HK's, we tried to lighten everyone's mood. It didn't work sometimes, though. A lot of the people had resigned to the fate and were always crying and being miserable. I understood it, but Andrea never seemed to.
"Why are they so sad? We're alive, aren't we?" she would say when we would walk past the women crying, the children who could never smile because they had never learned how. I tried to explain to her about loss and what it does on the soul and the heart, but she would always shake her head impatiently and say, "It's war, isn't it? I know it's sad, but these people who cry everyday from the misery of this place should be rejoicing because their children are in heaven, away from the suffering. They're happy now. And they died saving their family. They shouldn't be sad over that."
She was so precocious. Sometimes I forget she's only ten years old. So many of the other children wouldn't learn, but Andrea seemed to live for her lesson everyday. When someone would say that what they were learning wasn't important, Andrea would whip her head around (she always sat at the front) and say that the learning and the teachings was what was helping some people go on. It was what was keeping us from turning into robots and machines. Without the beauty of school and knowledge, we would just be mindless, warped individuals who were indeed just killing machines without the metal inside of them. It was always funny to hear her say these big speeches in her undeveloped voice.
Now we were walking away from our parents, going to talk to our best friend Pete. But before we got to Pete's part of the underground fortress, the Mayor stopped us. He wasn't really the mayor, but that's what everyone called him because he acted like he was the boss of everyone else. No one liked the Mayor.
But he stopped us and in a disapproving voice like our father's, but with no suppressed laughter behind it, said, "That was a silly and Dangerous thing you did back there, children. Yelling and jumping and scaring the bejeezus out of everyone is very stupid. You could have scared someone so badly to think you an enemy. You could have gotten yourselves shot! Also, you could have attracted the HK's to our fortress. That was very inappropriate, and I hope that this warning doesn't go unnoticed. Mr. Reese, I sincerely hope that you can keep you and your sister in check."
He turned around, but wasn't far enough away to not hear Andrea mutter, "Well, excuse us for trying to keep everyone from dying from insanity, depression, and unhappiness." He stopped, turned and walked quickly back to us, where Andrea was standing looking at him defiantly and I was freaking out, knowing he heard her. Curse her for being so bold! I thought to myself. The Mayor looked scandalized. When he spoke, it was as though he were out of breath, but he was actually heaving from the fact that he was amazed that some puny little girl would stand up to him so forcefully. She didn't even flinch when he put his face close to hers and said, "What...did...you...say?"
She looked at him with a glare in her eye. "I said, excuse us for trying to keep everyone from dying of insanity, depression, unhappiness and boredom at your obvious grasps at tyranny." When she added those last lines, I thought that he would kill her on the spot. I held my breath, waiting for his reaction to her new boldness. He seemed to be wheezing, his face was going purple in rage. "Where...are...your...parents, you insolent...little...brat?"
Even at being called an insolent little brat her unblinking gaze into the Mayor's eyes didn't falter. It was an intimidation mark she and I both used. Our parents had taught it to us when we weren't straining with fighting, weaponry, and school classes. "Make your opponent look away first. It makes you look superior and makes your opponent nervous." Andrea's opponent at the moment was the Mayor, the man everyone else was afraid of and only wished they could stand up to, who was being made fun of and stood up to by a ten-year old child.
While the Mayor showed no signs of looking away, Andrea stared straight into his eyes and used a voice of defiance I had only heard her use a few times before. She replied, "I don't know, I don't tend to keep tabs on my parents. They're free people, free to do whatever and go wherever they wish. Unless your tyranny continues to try to take over that is. I feel for the people who are swayed by your so called power. You don't help these people to get over their losses and to stay strong, you promote unhappiness. You relish in it, it makes you more powerful in your state of mind. You make sure these people can't feel, you make sure the HK's get straight to their soul. You don't comfort you impose sadness. It makes me sick."
After hearing this speech, the purple left the Mayor's face. His breaths, which had been coming in wheezes before, slowed down. He stood straight up and in a quiet voice said, "Very well." He walked off and for the first time since she had muttered the words that made him turn around, Andrea dropped her defiant gaze and when she caught my eye, she looked like a ten- year old again. When she had been speaking she had looked three times that age and had spoken as though she were three times that age. I was amazed. She had made speeches in class, but she had spoken her feelings to this slime of a man and had come out the winner.
The Mayor did tell our parents, but they weren't mad. They were thrilled that she had stood up to the man. They gave her a lecture on respecting your elders, but they did it half-heartedly. I was more proud of my little sister that day than I had ever been until that point.
Okay! Thanks for reading, now please review! If it seems a little slow, I'm sorry, I'm trying to build up character.
I remember the first time I realized my sister was smarter, braver, and more defiant than I could ever hope to be. She was ten at the time, and it was this event at ten that showed to me and everyone around her bravery and strength.
I remember that day so clearly. We were waiting for our parents...
"Hush, Andrea!" I said to my little sister.
"Are they coming?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"Yes. Get ready. One, two, THREE!"
We jumped up and surprised our parents from jumping behind a piece of rubble. My mother shrieked and grabbed at her heart, before laughing.
My father, trying hard not to laugh, said sternly, "Kyle, Andrea, that was not funny." But we knew it was since he was starting to smile through his stern gaze.
Andrea, 10 years old at the time, gave a baby frown and flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder. I was 14, and this was the only way Andrea and I were able to entertain ourselves. We were the only kids who hadn't quite resigned to the fate of misery. Even though we prepared everyday for the HK's, we tried to lighten everyone's mood. It didn't work sometimes, though. A lot of the people had resigned to the fate and were always crying and being miserable. I understood it, but Andrea never seemed to.
"Why are they so sad? We're alive, aren't we?" she would say when we would walk past the women crying, the children who could never smile because they had never learned how. I tried to explain to her about loss and what it does on the soul and the heart, but she would always shake her head impatiently and say, "It's war, isn't it? I know it's sad, but these people who cry everyday from the misery of this place should be rejoicing because their children are in heaven, away from the suffering. They're happy now. And they died saving their family. They shouldn't be sad over that."
She was so precocious. Sometimes I forget she's only ten years old. So many of the other children wouldn't learn, but Andrea seemed to live for her lesson everyday. When someone would say that what they were learning wasn't important, Andrea would whip her head around (she always sat at the front) and say that the learning and the teachings was what was helping some people go on. It was what was keeping us from turning into robots and machines. Without the beauty of school and knowledge, we would just be mindless, warped individuals who were indeed just killing machines without the metal inside of them. It was always funny to hear her say these big speeches in her undeveloped voice.
Now we were walking away from our parents, going to talk to our best friend Pete. But before we got to Pete's part of the underground fortress, the Mayor stopped us. He wasn't really the mayor, but that's what everyone called him because he acted like he was the boss of everyone else. No one liked the Mayor.
But he stopped us and in a disapproving voice like our father's, but with no suppressed laughter behind it, said, "That was a silly and Dangerous thing you did back there, children. Yelling and jumping and scaring the bejeezus out of everyone is very stupid. You could have scared someone so badly to think you an enemy. You could have gotten yourselves shot! Also, you could have attracted the HK's to our fortress. That was very inappropriate, and I hope that this warning doesn't go unnoticed. Mr. Reese, I sincerely hope that you can keep you and your sister in check."
He turned around, but wasn't far enough away to not hear Andrea mutter, "Well, excuse us for trying to keep everyone from dying from insanity, depression, and unhappiness." He stopped, turned and walked quickly back to us, where Andrea was standing looking at him defiantly and I was freaking out, knowing he heard her. Curse her for being so bold! I thought to myself. The Mayor looked scandalized. When he spoke, it was as though he were out of breath, but he was actually heaving from the fact that he was amazed that some puny little girl would stand up to him so forcefully. She didn't even flinch when he put his face close to hers and said, "What...did...you...say?"
She looked at him with a glare in her eye. "I said, excuse us for trying to keep everyone from dying of insanity, depression, unhappiness and boredom at your obvious grasps at tyranny." When she added those last lines, I thought that he would kill her on the spot. I held my breath, waiting for his reaction to her new boldness. He seemed to be wheezing, his face was going purple in rage. "Where...are...your...parents, you insolent...little...brat?"
Even at being called an insolent little brat her unblinking gaze into the Mayor's eyes didn't falter. It was an intimidation mark she and I both used. Our parents had taught it to us when we weren't straining with fighting, weaponry, and school classes. "Make your opponent look away first. It makes you look superior and makes your opponent nervous." Andrea's opponent at the moment was the Mayor, the man everyone else was afraid of and only wished they could stand up to, who was being made fun of and stood up to by a ten-year old child.
While the Mayor showed no signs of looking away, Andrea stared straight into his eyes and used a voice of defiance I had only heard her use a few times before. She replied, "I don't know, I don't tend to keep tabs on my parents. They're free people, free to do whatever and go wherever they wish. Unless your tyranny continues to try to take over that is. I feel for the people who are swayed by your so called power. You don't help these people to get over their losses and to stay strong, you promote unhappiness. You relish in it, it makes you more powerful in your state of mind. You make sure these people can't feel, you make sure the HK's get straight to their soul. You don't comfort you impose sadness. It makes me sick."
After hearing this speech, the purple left the Mayor's face. His breaths, which had been coming in wheezes before, slowed down. He stood straight up and in a quiet voice said, "Very well." He walked off and for the first time since she had muttered the words that made him turn around, Andrea dropped her defiant gaze and when she caught my eye, she looked like a ten- year old again. When she had been speaking she had looked three times that age and had spoken as though she were three times that age. I was amazed. She had made speeches in class, but she had spoken her feelings to this slime of a man and had come out the winner.
The Mayor did tell our parents, but they weren't mad. They were thrilled that she had stood up to the man. They gave her a lecture on respecting your elders, but they did it half-heartedly. I was more proud of my little sister that day than I had ever been until that point.
Okay! Thanks for reading, now please review! If it seems a little slow, I'm sorry, I'm trying to build up character.
