CH 5. Scary Allison

John sat on the couch, Allison in his lap as she looked though a kaleidescope. Turning the tube and giggling at the colors she saw within, she paused and asked, "Daddy, when is Mommy coming home?"

John told her he truth, as well as she could understand it. "Mommy is looking for bad guys, sweetie. She will be home as soon as she can."

"I hope it's soon," Allison mussed. "Gramma's pancakes suck."

"Allison!" John chided. "Where did you here that?"

Casting him an innocent face, Allison said, "That's what Mommy said. Mommy wouldn't lie, would she?"

"No, your mommy doesn't lie," John said with a smirk. "Just don't say that to Gramma, OK?"

"OK," the four year old agreed. "Can you make breakfast, Daddy?"

"I'm afraid my pancakes would suck worse than Gramma's," he said with a huff.

"What was that?" Sarah asked as she came in.

John snapped his head to her. "Umm, I just said I'm not good at cooking," he offered.

Allison giggled and turned the tube on her kaleidescope.

"John, watch your language around Allison. Children are very impressionable," Sarah warned.

"Yes, Mom."

Allison held out her kaleidescope to Sarah. "Gramma, look in here! There's all kinds of pretty colors, and they change when you turn the tube like this!"

Sarah took it and looked. "I see! This is really cool, isn't it?" Smiling at Allison, Sarah added, "And you are a very smart little girl. It's hard to believe you speak so well at your age. That is very good."

Beaming with pride, Allison said, "Mommy and Daddy are proud of me, right, Daddy?"

"That we are," John agreed.

Sarah studied her grandchild. Allison was a happy child, and was acting more like a six year old that her true age of four. Everything about Allison was amazing, from how she was born to how fast the girl grasped concepts and never seemed to forget anything. Maybe it was the 'terminator' part of her. Allison didn't have a chip, but her brain was obviously wired a bit different that a normal person. Between that and the more obvious physical differences, Sarah knew Allison was going to be a force to be reckoned with when she grew up.

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Delivery of the job turned out to be a bust. A soldier dressed as one of Gino's goons drove to the place in Nevada where Allison was to be delivered. Although he went to the rendezvous point alone, three snipers, Cameron, Mrs. Weaver and a satellite watched him closely. The soldier got out of the car and waited.

Nothing came.

The soldier waited a full day, along with anxious people monitoring him. Cameron suspected Sky Net somehow knew it was a trap, and didn't show. By the remote location, and the hills in the distance, it was all but a given Sky Net was behind the attempted abduction. Cameron had called 'Mr. X' to confirm delivery. After the no show, that phone number no longer worked. They had made a mistake somehow, and Sky Net had retreated back into it's hole.

Damn.

Cameron got home early in the evening. Seeing her, Allison raced over and jumped up into her arms. "Hi Mommy!" Alison said happily. "Welcome home. Now you can make us pancakes that don't suck."

Sarah glared at John.

John greeted Cameron with a hug and a kiss. "How'd it go?"

"We were discovered. Sky Net didn't show up."

"So, it's still out there," John said grimly. "Don't worry, we'll find it."

Cameron hoped they did, before Sky Net found them.

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John and Cameron sat in the waiting room at the health clinic waiting for Allison. Inside, Allison was being given a battery of IQ tests to determine her 'mental age'. The pre-school teachers had been working with Allison after Allison had begun asking mathematical questions. Although she still used her fingers or some other visual aid, Allison was performing adding and subtracting, knew her alphabet and was spelling common words. Her retention of what she was taught was one hundred percent, something never seen before in such a young child. The teachers were blown away and coaxed John to have an IQ test done.

The professor giving the tests came out and took a seat opposite the Connors. "I'm professor Goldman," he said as he sat. "John and Cameron, your daughter Allison is ... off the IQ chart for her age. I am being conservative when I say she rates very superior in the tests we have. Mentally, she is on par with six or maybe seven year olds. It's hard to believe she's only four."

"Four years, eight months, three days," Cameron said, correcting him.

Professor Goldman looked at Cameron and chuckled. "Yes, of course. I see where she gets her preciseness from," he said, nodding to her. "I do have a few questions for you. Does Allison have a sick grandmother? She seems worried about her being frail."

John let out huff. "No, professor, Mom isn't sick. We have been teaching Allison to be careful around Mom. Allison is ... strong for her age and we want to avoid accidents."

"Yes, I've seen that also. Her muscular coordination is also very advanced," Goldman agreed. "Another thing I noticed is Allison is very attached to her hat. She refused to take it off. Do either of you wear hats, say at work?"

"Children have comfort items that keep in their possession," Cameron told him. "Allison's is her hat and Bip, her stuffed monkey."

"I was only asking because hats are not a usual comfort item," the professor said with a shrug. "Then again, Allison is not a usual girl. Have either of you considered a special school for Allison? By her scores and talking to her, I feel she will soon become bored in a normal school. Bored children tend to be mischievous and get into trouble."

"Do you have a school in mind?" John asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Goldman said and pulled a note pad from his pocket. "Dietrich Academy is a school for special children like Allison. They teach the standard school curriculum, but guide the students into learning at their own pace. Besides the standard curriculum, they also provide advanced studies in several areas."

"Where is this school," John asked.

"In Palmdale. It would require you move, but I feel it would be a great benefit to Allison."

John and Cameron looked at each other. Even though neither spoke, they both shared the same thought. Allison from Palmdale.

"I understand this is a big decision, but please, think about it. I would be happy to write a recommendation," Goldman told them.

"Ahh, yes, thank you," John offered. "We will consider it."

Allison came out with Nurse Jane. Running up to her parents, Allison beamed them a smile and said, "Mommy, Daddy, I did really good on my tests!" She bounced up into Cameron's lap.

"Good for you, sweetie!" John praised.

"Very good, Allison," Cameron told her. Looking at the happy child in her arms, Cameron wondered if going to Palmdale would be a problem. Judgment day was knocked back to some time in the future, but the danger was still there. The original Allison was also still living in Palmdale.

"Thank you, professor," John said, extending his hand.

Professor Goldman shook it. "You are very welcome Mr. Connor. I wish you all the best of luck, and here's my number if you decide you'd like my recommendation."

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Allison awoke in the middle of the night to a strange feeling. Sitting up in her bed, she felt like something was close. No, not something, someone. It was as if she knew right where they were, standing in the back yard. Grabbing Bip, she got up and went over to the window.

Standing in the dark was a woman with long, light colored hair. Due to the darkness, she could not identify the color. Concentrating, Allison shifted her sight and drew in more light, making the dark back yard seem as bright as a cloudy day. The woman's hair was pink like hers, and her eyes were red. She also bore the same nubs Allison had on her head, only hers were white.

Intrigued by the woman, Allison left her room and went out the back door to meet her. Her mother beat her to it, going out to meet the woman. Allison quietly followed her mother. Becoming nervous, she ran up and held her mother's hand.

"Who is that lady, Mommy?" Allison asked meekly. "She feels ... strong."

"Hello, Lucy," Cameron said. Glancing at Allison, she added, "This is Allison Kaeda Connor."

Lucy cracked a grin Allison didn't think looked very friendly. "A pleasure to meet you, Allison. You are growing well, I see."

"Allison is doing very well. Why did you come?" Cameron asked in a flat tone.

Lucy noted Cameron's defensive posture. "I did not come to interfere. It should be about time for Allison to start school. I came to offer a place for her at Witch Hill. I believe she would do better there, than at a human school," she offered.

"We are moving to Palmdale soon, Allison had been enrolled in a school for the gifted. She is very intelligent," Cameron supplied.

Lucy nodded. "Good. She has your intelligence as well as your skeletal structure I see."

"Yes, and John's eyes."

"Hey Lady, who are you?" Allison asked as she stared up at Lucy.

"Lucy Kikumura, a friend," Lucy told her. Shifting her attention to Cameron, Lucy said, "Call if you need me." Lucy then turned, took a step and vanished.

"Mommy, did you see that?" Allison cried. "She just ... went away!"

"She does that," Cameron deadpanned. "Come on, back to bed, you need your full night's rest."

On their way back in, Allison felt her head. "Hey Mommy, that Lucy lady has nubs like mine, but hers are white. She has my hair color too. Why?"

Cameron explained that in order to have Allison, Lucy had given a piece of herself called DNA to her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to have children. Instead of being satisfied with this answer, Allison came up with more questions. Since Lucy had done that, was Lucy her mommy too? Where did Lucy live and why didn't she live with them. Why did she get such a strange feeling and knew right were Lucy was in the back yard.

Cameron was patient answering as many of her child's questions as possible. She firmly told Allison that Lucy was not another mother. Explaining it like a transplant, Cameron told her that the DNA Lucy had given her was a gift. Allison was so full of questions, Cameron saw the child wasn't going to get any sleep. Cameron stayed in Allison's room and told her everything she knew about Lucy. By morning, Cameron was sure her child's curiosity was satisfied.

Making breakfast, Cameron let Allison help by making the toast. When John came down, Allison pipped up with, "Daddy! I got two mommies!", which caused Cameron's left hand to twitch.

"What?" John asked.

Bouncing with excitement, Allison said in a run, "Yeah, Daddy, last night Lucy came. I knew she was there, she's really strong! And when she left, she didn't walk away, she just went away! Will I be able to do that too?"

"Allison, you don't have two mothers. I explained that," Cameron said flatly.

"But I do, Mommy!" Allison countered. "Even though Lucy gave you that DNA, it was her DNA, so part of me is her just like part of me is you and Daddy. That's why I have my nubs, isn't it?"

"Ahh, sweetie?" John asked, noting Cameron was upset by Allison's statement. He sat down and motioned Allison up onto his lap. He winced when Allison bounced up in place. "Lucy is what we call a doner. She donated her DNA so Mommy could have you. Yes, you do have Lucy's ... nubs and hair color, but Lucy is not your mother. You only have one mother."

Allison tipped her head at John in a very Cameron like way. "That is confusing, Daddy."

"Your mother and I are here taking care of you every day, right? We are your parents. Lucy came by to see if we need any help because she is a friend, but she doesn't live with us. That is because Lucy has her own life and her own children. She helped Mommy have you, but she is not your mother. Understand?"John explained.

Allison put a finger to her lips in thought. "Kinda," she mussed. "But why did I feel her so strongly? I knew where she was and what she looked like before I even got up to see her with my eyes."

"I don't know sweetie. You can see things in the dark, right?" John asked.

"Yeah, Daddy, but it wasn't like that," Allison said, trying to get John to understand. "At first, I didn't see her at all. I was in bed, but I knew she was there. After I got up I did see her, right where I knew she was."

"So, you saw her in your mind?"

Allison frowned then brightened up, "Yeah Daddy, I saw her in my mind!"

"You are very talented, Allison," Cameron said as she brought over John and Allison's plates. Looking at Allison, she asked, "Do you want to stay home from school today? You were up all night."

Allison paused in a little girl frown. "Naw, I'm OK, Mommy. Seeing Lucy got me excited is all." Allison was happy that she met Lucy. She had always wondered why she was different that Mommy or Daddy. Now she knew the answer to questions she'd had. She had Daddy's smart brain, Mommy's strength, and Lucy's invisible hands.

"Lucy is very unusual," John agreed. "And you are very special, sweetie," he said with a smile at Allison.

Allison beamed him a proud smile.

"John, I have to go to the Weaver's early today," Cameron told him.

"No problem, hon. I'll take Allison to school on my way out."

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Allison liked it when Daddy took her to school. Riding on his shoulders, Allison felt like she was on top of the world. She had to remind Daddy to duck going through the doors. Although whacking her head on the door frame didn't hurt that much, it knocked her off Daddy's shoulders. Daddy was funny when he apologized for doing that, but she could see he really felt bad about it.

Giving her Daddy a hug goodbye, Allison went into the classroom and took her spot on the mat. She noticed the walls were decorated with pumpkins, black silhouettes of ladies on brooms, skeletons and white sheets with black eyes.

The boy, Pete, next to her said, "I like monsties." as she looked at the walls.

"What are monsties?" Allison asked.

"You know, monsties!" he said brightly.

"Good morning children," Miss Flanders said as she came in. Clapping her hands she said, "Tomorrow is Halloween, does everyone know what that is?"

Some kids did. Allison had no idea. "Miss Flanders, what's Halloween?" she asked.

"We dress up like monsties and get candy!" Pete said happily.

"Our favorite monsties!" another girl said with glee.

"But, what are monsties?" Allison asked.

"Scary things like witches and ghosts and vampires!" another boy said, wide eyed.

"Allison, monsters are supernatural creatures that only come out on Halloween," Miss Flanders told her. "There are all kinds of monsters. Even devils with horns and invisible ghosts."

"Ally, you've never seen a monstie?" Pete asked. "I got one in my closet!"

Allison thought for a moment, then asked, "Do monsties suddenly appear in the back yard?"

"They can!" Pete said.

"Then I saw one in my back yard," Allison announced.

"Really, what did you see?" Miss Flanders asked.

"She was really cool!" Allison said excitedly. "She had pink hair like mine, and nubs too, like that picture over there," she said, pointing to a devil. "but not as long. And she felt really strong! I knew she was there even before I got out of bed. I went over to the window and looked at her. I went down to see her, but Mommy went outside first..."

"You went out to see a monstie?" Pete asked, wide eyed.

"Weren't you scared?" a girl asked, hugging her stuffed bear tight to her.

"Oh no! You see, Mommy knows her. Lucy, that's her name, gave Mommy the ability to have babies. Lucy had come to see if I wanted to go to a school called Witch Hill, then she left. She didn't walk away she just ... went away. She was there, then she wasn't," Allison explained as Miss Flanders eyed her.

"The monster wanted you to go to a Witch school?" a wide eyed girl asked.

"She disappeared?" Pete asked.

Allison nodded. "Yeah, she was there, then she wasn't. Mommy said I have her DNA in me too."

All the kids were now staring at Allison.

"Allison, that was a very inventive story," Miss Flanders said with a smirk.

"No story, I was awake. Lucy woke me up when I felt her in the back yard."

"So, you're a monstie too!" Pete exclaimed, pointing at her.

Allison shrugged and said, "I guess."

"Ohh, do something monsterish!" a boy called out.

"Huh? Like what?" Allison asked.

Pete pointed to the ceiling. "Can you fly?"

"Pete, stop that, of course she can't fly," Miss Flanders said firmly.

Something about the way Miss Flanders said it, irritated Allison. She got up and said, "I never tried, guess I could try."

"If you're a witch, you need a broom!" a girl cried and ran to the closet to get out a short handled broom they used to help clean up. She retrieved it and ran over to Allison. Handing it over, she said, "You're suppose to sit on it."

"Yeah, let's see if you can fly!" another boy coaxed. The class got up and grouped around Allison.

With all the excitement, Allison puzzled on how to do it, then said, "OK, I think I know how."

She planted two invisible Hands on the floor and positioned the broom beside her. It felt kind of tippy, so she steadied herself with two more Hands and hopped onto the broom that was hanging in the air.

"Oh my GOD!" Miss Flanders gasped as the kids all cheered.

Allison extended her Hands out, making herself and the broom rise to hover above their heads. With all the other kids around her, she didn't dare move forward or backward, afraid she might touch someone with her Hands. She settled back down and got off the broom.

"Do something else!" Pete cried.

"Yeah, can you do magic, like lift other things?"

Enjoying being the center of attention, Allison looked at the toy box. Pointing to it she said, "Toys, fly!"

One by one toy cars, a few pots and a couple stuffed animals lifted up as Allison held them in her Hands. She brought them over her head and made them move in a ring around her as her classmates cheered and laughed.

"Good God," Miss Flanders whispered as she gapped at the sight.

"Yipppeee! Allison is a real monstie!" Pete cried.

After a few circles around her with the group gazing up at the flying toys in awe, Allison returned the toys to the toy box.

"Do it again! Do it again!" came cries from all around Allison.

Getting a hold of herself, Miss Flanders tried to regain control over her class.

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John got out of work early to pick Allison up from school. Walking into the school, he let the receptionist know he was there and signed in. Going to the classroom, he found the kids coloring. He waved from just outside the doorway to get Miss Flanders attention. He noted the woman looked a bit pale. Getting up from her desk, she quickly came over to the doorway.

"Mr. Connor, your daughter is ... very unusual," she said. "I had always thought she was a little strange, but today was ... wow. I don't even know if you'll believe me."

"Why's that?" John asked, fearing what Allison may have done.

"We were talking about Halloween and well, Allison proved she was a monster," Miss Flanders stated.

"Oh no," John said with a huff. Looking over at Allison, tongue out as she intently colored her picture, he asked, "What'd she do?"

"She flew on a broom. I mean up off the ground, nothing supporting her! She then made all the toys fly around her. Did you know she can do that?" Miss Flanders asked, wide eyed.

"Damn it," John grumbled softly. He rubbed his head and asked, "Anyone hurt?"

"No, the children all thought it was a novelty. Mr. Connor, how can she do that?" Mis Flanders asked in a stressed tone.

John shrugged and said, "Not sure myself. Allison is good at ... manipulating things. We discourage her from doing that to keep people from freaking out. She practices at home, but she's not suppose to do that where anyone can see her."

"May I ask who this Lucy is?"

"She told you about that too, huh?" John asked unhappily.

Mis Flanders nodded. "Mr. Connor, the children took seeing what she could do well, but this may cause problems for Allison."

"I know," John said quickly. "I'll talk to her, OK? And please let me know if she does that again."

Miss Flanders nodded. Seeing another couple coming, she called, "Allison, your father is here."

"Hi Daddy!" Allison called with a wave. Scrambling up, she put away her coloring book and crayons and ran to meet him. "Today was really fun!" she beamed.

John offered her a brief smile. "We have to talk about your fun, come on, sweetie."

"Bye Miss Flanders, bye everyone!"

A chorus of "Bye Allison!" came from the class room.

John held Allison's hand as she skipped along beside him on the way home. Trying to figure out how to start, John asked, "Allison, hon, do you remember that man who came into your class room and tried to grab you?"

"Yeah, he was a bad man!" Allison stated with a turned down lip.

"He was," John agreed. "And bad men can be very greedy. If bad men find out you can do things with your invisible hands, they might come after you, or Mommy."

"I'll kick them in the shin again just like Mommy told me to!" Allison stated.

John couldn't help but chuckle at the way she said it. She had kicked that man, and broke his leg. "Still, sweetie, that may not be enough," John said seriously. "Sweetie, you can't use your invisible Hands at school, or any place besides home to keep bad men from finding out about them. There are people who would become very mean if they knew, so let's make sure they don't, OK? I don't want to see you hurt."

Allison let out a whine and said, "But, it was fun Daddy! Everyone liked seeing me make the toys fly."

"I know dear, and it doesn't seem fair, but you can't be doing that st school. Promise me."

Allison let out a huff and kicked a stone. "OK, Daddy, promise," she grumbled.

"I know it's hard, sweetie, but you have to do this for me." John said and petted the back of her hair.

Casting him a sideways look, Allison asked, "Can I still use my Hands at home?"

"Yes, sweetie, just not where anyone else can see you," John assured her.

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John and Cameron took Allison out on Halloween night. John decided on camo face paint and clothes. Cameron went in her purple jacket, black T-shirt, jeans and boots. Allison was dressed in a witches' costume, with a black dress, cape, pointed hat and a straw broom. On their way out, they met John Henry and Savannah.

Savannah was dressed up as a Disney princess in a full white gown and tiara. John Henry wore a brown furry costume.

"Hello John, Cameron, Allison," John Henry said pleasantly. "Guess what we are."

"Beauty and the Beast?' John guessed.

John Henry nodded. "Yes, how did you guess so fast?"

"I like that movie!" Allison chimed.

Savannah, now eleven, said, "You're a witch, right Allison?"

"Yup!" she nodded happily.

"Um, Mr. Connor is a soldier," Savannah said, "But, what are you, Mrs. Connor?"

"I'm a scary robot," Cameron said flatly.

"You're not scary, mommy," Allison said with a giggle.

John Henry tipped his head to the side and asked, "Are those appropriate costumes? I thought you were suppose to dress up as something you're not."

"Aww, come on, John Henry,"Savannah complained, "Allison looks really cute like that. I think it's a great costume." Savannah held her hand out to Allison. "Come on, let's go trick or treat."

"Come on Daddy and Mommy!'" Allison said, taking Savannah's hand.

"Stay close," John warned as they set off.

The first few houses they visited, Savannah and Allison went up called 'Trick or Treat', and got a bit of candy. Seeing how well the girls reacted together, John noted, "Savannah does seem like Allison's older sister."

"They do," John Henry agreed. "Possibly it's because their mothers are similar. Mrs. Weaver told Savannah what she was. They talked for a while, and Savannah appears to have accepted it."

"I'm surprised Catherine admitted to it," John Connor told him.

"I don't believe she had a choice. Savannah heard men talking and asked her about it," John Henry explained. "Savannah did get upset at first, but she already knew what I was, and we talked. I told her Cameron was a machine too. She asked me how Cameron could have a child. I wasn't sure, but told her if the asked one of you, you could explain it."

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Walking along just ahead of the adults, Savannah note a skip in Allison's walk. Despite knowing what Cameron was, Allison didn't seem like a machine. She finally got up the nerve to ask. "Allison, you're not like your mother, are you?"

Allison glanced at her and said, "Not really. I'm a mix, some from each of my parents. That's what children are, right?"

"I suppose so. Do you have a chip in your head, or like a normal brain?"

"No chip! Mommy says I have Daddy's brain, that's why I'm so smart," Allison beamed. "I do have Mommy's bones, and I guess they are stronger than normal bones."

Savannah nodded. "OK, then so you are part human," she concluded.

"Who's your Mommy and Daddy?" Allison asked.

Savannah looked down with a frown. "My parents died. Catherine took my mother's place to take care of me. She's a machine too."

"That's sad," Allison said. "I mean it's good Catherine takes care of you, but it's sad your parents died."

Savannah looked up and said, "Here's the next house."

This house was all decked out for Halloween with grave stones in the yard, a skeleton hanging from the porch and a cloaked man sitting on the porch with eerie purple lights behind him. He raised his hand as they approached.

"Ah, a young princess and a witch!" he intoned. "What do you seek?"

Taken back a bit by the man, Savannah paused.

"Trick or treat!" Allison announced happily.

"Ahh, yes! Treats or tricks. Do you have a trick, young Witch?"

Allison shifted in place and said, "Uh huh, but Daddy said not to."

"I see. Tricks and treats go together!" the man announced. "This is the night of magic! Please, young Witch, of your tricks you have, show me one!"

"Allison," John said in a smooth warning tone from the sidewalk.

Holding up her broom, Allison announced, "I can spin my broom." She looked back, and John gave her a nod.

The man waved to her. "By all means, let's see your trick."

Allison threw her broom up and quickly spun it with a Hand, then caught it. "See?" she asked.

"Very good!" the man said, and clapped. "Please, proceed with your treats," he added, holding out a bowl of candy to them.

Allison got her candy, as did Savannah, both thanking the man.

"Have a good night, princess, and young Witch," the man told them. To John and Cameron, he called, "Your daughter has very good coordination for her age!"

Other houses were fun like that one was. Allison had a good time going to houses with Savannah with her parents right behind them. She lost track of time, and where she was.

"Ally!" a boy across the street called and waved frantically at her. Allison saw him. At first she didn't know who he was in the Spiderman costume, but she did recognize his voice.

"Hi Pete!" She called back.

Pete ran towards her as his parents were involved in a conversation. Allison moved towards him. She then saw a car coming from the side, fast. Pete ran out into the road. Allison shot for the street, grabbing parked cars with her Hands to sling herself forward. Heart in her throat, she raced to get Pete before the car hit him.

Flinging herself out into the road to hold onto Pete, she had run out of time, the car bore down on them. Pete and Allison holding him, stared in fright at the oncoming car.

CRASH

The front end of the car exploded in bits of metal and glass as it came to a sudden stop. Cameron had seen what was going to happen, but was took late to stop it. She was still vaulting over a parked car as the impact sounded.

People screamed, a crowd gathered.

In front of the car, Allison and Pete hugged, crying and lit by the single headlight left on the car. The destroyed car sat a few feet away, the front end looking like it had rammed a wall. Four huge hand prints had reshaped the hood and grill, crushing into the engine compartment.

"Allison!" Cameron screamed in fear as she appeared beside them.

Pete wailed in terror and ran back to his frantic parents. Allison just stood staring at the car as Cameron joined her and drew her into a hug.

Flowing down with the rest of the crowd, John saw Allison and the boy were unhurt. The car was demolished. He also noted everyone was staring at the car that had missed the children. It bore huge hand prints sunk deep into the metal.

Allison looked up at Cameron, teary eyed. "I'm sorry, Mommy! I didn't know what else to do!" she cried.

Cameron let Allison bury her head in her chest and cry. Holding her child, she studied the massive damage to the car. Allison was more powerful than they realized.

"Allison? Are you all right?" John asked as he knelt beside his family.

Allison then dove into him, hugging him. "Daddy, I'm sorry!" she cried into his chest.

"It's all right," John reassured her. He looked at the hand prints. John and Cameron then looked at each other.

"We have to leave," Cameron said firmly.

John scooped up Allison in his arms. As they left, John Henry and Savannah followed. Having seen the whole thing, Savannah eyed the girl in John Connor's arms. That car had not hit Allison, it had rammed an invisible wall just a few feet in front of her.

"John Henry, did you see what happened? What is Allison?" Savannah asked.

"Yes, I did see. I believe Allison is a yokai," John Henry explained, then looked at her as he added, "Humans would call her a monster."