HELLO EVERYONE! i know it's been a long time, and i apologize for not updating sooner. there's really no excuse, and i'm sorry. but don't worry, i will continue this story. i'm so glad people are still reading this, and please review!
DISCLAIMER: i do not own T2 or any of it's characters. i only own Kylie
Tracking with the Bronco, the Terminator, John, and Kylie head toward L.A. "This is tactically dangerous" the Terminator said.
"Drive faster" John mumbled worriedly.
"The T-1000 has the same files that I do. It could anticipate this move and reacquire you at Dyson's house"
"I don't care. We've gotta stop her" John said.
"Killing Dyson might actually prevent the war" the Terminator said.
"I don't care! There's gotta be another way. Haven't you learned anything? Haven't you figured out why you can't kill people?" John said, getting frustrated. The Terminator was still stumped. "Look, maybe you don't care if you live or die. But everybody's not like that! Okay? We have feelings. We hurt. We're afraid. You gotta learn this stuff, man, I'm not kidding. It's important" John explained.
Kylie sighed as they drove. She could see the lights of the city ahead.
...
The Dyson house was high-tech and luxurious. Lots of glass. Dyson's study was lit bluish with the glow of his computer monitors. He was at the terminal, working. Where else? He was clearly in a long shot from an embankment behind the house. A dark figure moved close to the house. It was Sarah. She raised the CAR-15 rifle and began screwing the long heavy cylinder of a sound-suppresser onto the end of the barrel.
inside, Dyson's kids, Danny and Blythe, were playing in the halls with a radio- controlled off-road truck. Danny drove and Blythe scampered after it, trying to catch it. They stopped in the hall outside Dyson's study and saw him working at his terminal. Danny put a finger to his lips, shushing Blythe. His expression was mischievous. With the silencer in place, Sarah eased back the bolt and then slipped it forward, chambering a .223 round. Then she lied down on the embankment. Her cheek was pressed against the cool rifle-stock. she slid one hand slowly forward to brace the weapon, taking the weight on her elbow. Her other hand slipped knowingly to the trigger. Her expression was cold, impassive. She looked through the scope at the man in the house. She felt nothing as she raised the rifle.
in his study Dyson sat, in deep thought. The rhythmic sounds of keys as he worked. Symbols on the screen shifted. On his back a glowing red dot appeared. It was the target dot of Sarah's laser designator. It moved silently up his back toward his head.
Sarah's eye was at the night-scope. her finger tightened on the trigger, taking out the slack. She took a deep breath and held it. She slowly Adjusted her position minutely.
The laser dot jiggled on the back of Dyson's neck and then rose, centering on the back of his skull. Danny's Bigfoot truck roars toward Dyson. Thump. It hit Dyson's foot. He jerked, startled, and looked down as -
POP!
His monitor screen was blown out spraying his with glass. He jerked back, utterly shocked... and spun to see the huge hole blown through the window behind him. This saved him as
K-THUMP! -
the second shot blew the top of his high-backed chain into an explosion of stuffing an inch from his head. Instinctively he dove to the carpet as -
BLAM
BLAM
BLAM
- rounds blasted through the window, tearing into his desk and computer, blowing his keyboard into shrapnel. With the monitor screen blown out, the room was in darkness. Sarah couldn't see Dyson now, down behind his desk. She put round after round into the heavy desk, blasting one side of it into kindling. Dyson, scared out of his mind, had his face jammed against the carpet, terrified to move. He saw his kids in the hall. "Run, kids! Go! Run!" he shouted.
Out in the hall, Tarissa rounded the corner at a dead run. She saw the kids running toward her and grabbed them in her arms. in the dark study, she saw Dyson on the floor amid the splinters and shrapnel of the continuing fusillade. "Miles! Oh my God!" she screamed.
"Stay back!" Dyson yelled. On the floor, Dyson flinched as chucks of wood and shattered computer components showered down on him. He looked desperately toward the door, but knew he'd be totally exposed. He'd never make it. Sarah's rifle emptied with a final
CLACK!
She threw it down and drew her .45 smoothly from a shoulder base. She started toward the house, snapping back the slide on the pistol, chambering a round. She was in a fast, purposeful walk, keeping her eyes fixed on the target. She was utterly determined to kill this man. From under the desk, Dyson could see a sliver in the backyard. He saw Sarah's feet as she strode toward him. He tensed to make a break for the door. Sarah raised the pistol, eyes riveted ahead, controlling her breathing. Dyson sprang up in a full-tilt sprint. She tracked him. He hooked a foot on the cord of a toppled disk drive.
BOOM!
Sarah's shot blew apart a lamp where his head had been. Dyson hit the floor hard, but kept moving, scrambling forward. He could hear glass Crunch behind his as Sarah's dark form was framed in the blown-out floor-to-ceiling window. Dyson leaped toward the hall. BOOM! Sarah's second shot hit him, sending him spinning. He hit the floor in the hallway. Tarissa was screaming. Dyson struggled forward, stunned. There was a .45-caliber hole clean through his left shoulder. He smeared the wall with blood as he staggered up. Looking back, he saw the implacable figure behind him, coming on. He toppled through a doorway as -
BOOM!
BOOM!
Shots blew away the molding where he just was.
...
The Terminator, John, and Kylie leaped from the jeep, sprinting toward the house. There was the sound of muffled shots from outside. "Shit, we're too late!" John cried.
...
Sarah entered the living area of the house.
Tarissa had Blythe and she was screaming at Danny, who had run back to his collapsed father. "Danny! DANNY!"
"Daaaaddddyyyy!" Danny wailed, pulling at Dyson, crying and screaming, as his father tried to stagger forward. Tarissa dropped Blythe and ran back for Dyson, grabbing him.
Sarah loomed behind them with the pistol aimed. "Don't fucking move! Don't FUCKING MOVE!" she yelled, swinging the gun on Tarissa. "Get on the floor, bitch! Now! Fucking down! NOW!" Sarah was crazy-eyed now, shaking with the intensity of the moment. The kill had gone bad, with screaming kids and the wife involved... things she'd never figured on. Tarissa dropped to the knees, terrified as she looked into the muzzle of the gun.
Blythe ran to Dyson and hugged him, wailing. "Don't hurt my father!"
"Shut up, kid! Get out of the way!" Sarah screamed. Dyson looked up, through his pain and incomprehension. Why was this nightmare happening? The black gun muzzle was a foot from his face.
"Please... let... the kids... go..." Dyson gasped.
"Shut up! SHUT UP! Motherfucker! It's all your fault! IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Sarah screamed, psyching herself to pull the trigger... needing now to hate this man she doesn't know. It was a lot harder face-to-face. She was bathed in sweat, and it ran into her eyes. Blinking, she wiped it fast with one hand, then got it back on the gun, The .45 trembling. Sarah stood motionless as the forces at war evident behind her eyes. She looked into the faces of Dyson, Tarissa, Blythe, and Danny. Sarah took a sharp breath and all the muscles in her arms contracted as she tenses to fire. But her finger wouldn't do it. She lowered the gun very slowly and It dropped to her side in one hand. All the breath and energy seems to have gone out of her. She weakly raised her other hand in a strange gesture, like "Stay where you are, don't move". As if, should they move, the fragile balance might tip back the other way. She backed away from them slowly, panting. It was as if she were backing away in terror from what she almost did. She reached a wall and slumpped against it, Sliding down to her knees. The gun fell limply from her fingers. She rested her cheek against the wall just as The front door was kicked in. the Terminator stepped inside. John grabbed his sleeve and he and Kylie rain inside. John scoped out the situation in two seconds... Sarah, the gun, the sobbing family. he moved to Sarah while the Terminator checkd Dyson.
John knelt in front of his mother. She raised her head to look at him. He could see the tears spilling down her cheeks. "Mom? You okay?"
"I couldn't... oh, God!" Sarah gasped. she seemed to see him for the first time. "You... came here... to stop me?"
Kylie knelt beside her and nodded. "Uh huh"
Sarah reached out and took John's shoulder suddenly, surprising him... drawing him to her. She hugged him and a great sob welled up deep inside her, from a spring she had thought long dry. She hugged him fiercely as the sobs wracked her.
John clutched her shoulders. It was all he'd ever wanted. "It's okay. It'll by okay. We'll figure it out"
Kylie nodded. "John's right mom. Everything's going to be ok"
Sarah sobbed. "I love you, John. I always have"
John smiled a little. "I know, Mom. I know"
Tarissa looked around at the bizarre tableau.
The Terminator had wordlessly ripped open Dyson's shirt and examined the wound. "Clean penetration. No shattered bone. Compression should control the loss of blood. He said, taking Tarissa's hands and pressing them firmly over the entrance and exit wounds. "Do you have bandages?" he asked.
Dyson nodded. "In the bathroom. Danny, can you get them for us?" Danny nodded and ran down the hall. John disengaged from Sarah. She wiped her tears, the instinct to toughen up taking over again. But the healing moment had had its effect, nevertheless. John walked toward Dyson and the Terminator. "Who are you people?" Dyson asked.
Kylie went over and drew the Biker's knife from the Terminator's boot. She handed it to him. "Show him" she said. the Terminator took off his jacket to reveal bare arms. John quickly took Blythe by the hands and lead her down the hall, away from what was about to happen. The Terminator made a deep cut in his left forearm, just below the elbow. In one smooth motion, he cut all the way around his arm. With a second cut, he split the skin of the forearm from elbow to wrist, grasping the skin and stripping it off his forearm like a surgeon rips off a rubber glove. It came off with a sucking rip, leaving a bloody skeleton. But the skeleton was made of bright metal, and was laced with hydraulic actuators. The fingers were as finely crafted as watch parts... they flexed into a fist and extended. The Terminator held it up, palm out, in almost the exact position of the one in the vault at Cyberdyne.
Dyson's eyes widened, taking in the servo-hand in front of him. He'd seen one of these before. Tarissa was screaming now, but he didn't hear her. "My God" he mumbled, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Now listen to me very carefully" the Terminator said.
INT. HOUSE/KITCHEN – LATER
Sarah put out her fifth cigarette. She was sitting on the counter, Kylie beside her. John, the Terminator, Dyson, and Tarissa were at the kitchen table, under a single overhead light. Dyson looked like that guy on the Sistine Chapel wall, the damned soul... eyes fixed and staring with terrifying knowledge. His shoulder was bandaged. The Terminator had put his jacket back arm and had put on some black leather gloves to cover up his metal hand. He started telling Dyson everything.
SARAH'S POV-
Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down. Skynet. Judgment Day... the history of things to come. It's not every day you find out you're responsible for 3 billion deaths. He took it pretty well, considering...
NORMAL POV-
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" Dyson mumbled once the Terminator had finished speaking. Dyson looked around the table, clutching it like he was about to blow away. His face, his posture, his ragged voice expressed soul-wrenching terror. This was a man ripped out of normal life into their grim world. His voice was pleading. "You're judging me on thing's I haven't even done yet. Jesus. How were we supposed to know?"
Sarah spoke from the shadows behind them. Dyson turned to find her looking right at him. "Yeah. Right. How were you supposed to know? Fucking men... all you know how to do is thrust into the world with your... fucking ideas and your weapons. Did you know that every gun in the world is named after a man? Colt, Browning, Smith, Thompson, Kalashnikov... all men. Men built the hydrogen bomb, not women… men like you thought it up. You're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something... to create a life. To feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death... you fucking bastards!"
"Mom! Mom, we need to be more constructive here. I don't see this as a gender-related issue" Kylie said. she looked at the Dysons. "She's still tense" then she turned back to her mother. "We still have to figure out how to stop it all from happening. Right?"
"But I thought... aren't we changing things? I mean... right now? Changing the way it goes?" Tarissa asked.
"That's right! There's no way I'm going to finish the new processor now. Forget it. I'm out of it. I'm quitting Cyberdyne tomorrow... I'll sell real estate, I don't care…" Dyson said.
"That's not good enough" Sarah said coldly.
"Look, whatever you want me to do, I'll do. I just want my kids to have a chance to grow up, okay?" Dyson said, his voice pitiful.
"No one must follow your work" the Terminator said.
Dyson nodded. "Alright, yeah. You're right. We have to destroy the stuff at the lab, the files, disk drive... and everything I have here. Everything! I don't care"
...
Later, in Dyson's backyard, there was a fire roaring in a metal trash barrel. Stacks of files were dumped onto it. The Terminator dumped lighter fluid liberally over the fire, which flared up, lighting his face demonically. Sarah, Dyson, Tarissa, Kylie, and John returned from Dyson's office with more stuff - files, notes, optical disks. Even his kids were carrying stuff. It all went into the fire.
Dyson dropped the prototype onto the fire... his eyes hollow and distant. He stared into the fire, watching his world burning. he had a sudden thought. "Do you know about the chip?"
"What chip?" Sarah asked.
"They have it in a vault at Cyberdyne..." Dyson turned to the Terminator. "It's gotta be from the other one like you"
The Terminator turned to Sarah."The CPU from the first terminator"
"Son of a bitch, I knew it!" Sarah yelled.
"They told us not to ask where they got it. I thought... Japan... hell, I don't know. I didn't want to know" Dyson was saying.
"Those lying motherfuckers!" Sarah sneered.
"It was scary stuff, radically advanced. It was shattered... didn't work. But it gave us ideas, It took us in new directions... things we would never have thought of. All my work is based on it" Dyson said.
"It must be destroyed" the Terminator said.
"Can you get us in there, past security?" Sarah asked Dyson.
He nodded. "I think so, yeah. When?" he looked at her, the Terminator, then John and Kylie. He saw his answer. "Now?" he took a breath. "Yeah, right" He turned to his wife. Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes were strong and clear.
Tarissa put her hands on his arm. She was stunned by what she had heard, but was dealing with it. She believed them. "Miles, I'm scared, Okay. But the only thing that scares me more than you going... is you not going" He nodded. She was right.
Sarah turned to the Terminator. "Is it safe for them here?" the machine looked at Tarissa. "Take your kids. Go to a hotel. Right now. Don't pack" he looked at the others. "Let's go"
well there you have it, and i SWEAR i'm going to try to get in the habit of updating sooner. please don't give up on me guys, i will finish this story. but for now, i hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review!
-FreddysNightmare1984