MY FIRST TERMINATOR FAN FICTION! WOO!

TERMINATOR

WAR ON THE MACHINES

THE RESISTANCE CHRONICLES

My name is Cameron. I am a resistance fighter and John Connor's second-in-command. Most of the human race has been exterminated by cybernetic assassins we call Terminators. During a battle several years ago, a Terminator took my left arm and severely damaged the entire left side of my body, including part of my right side. I lost an eye and part of my face to be reconstructed. I had to have surgery to survive. The doctors made the decision to rebuild my lost and damaged parts with the parts of destroyed Terminators. Sometimes I feel alien. I have faced death on the battlefield more times than I can count, and miraculously lived. I cannot say the same for many of the soldiers who go out there and never return. Many of them are my friends. All of them are heroes incarnate. Some of the Terminators we do manage to take down don't get completely destroyed. If they survive our barrage of bullets, we have John reprogram them to do our bidding, and protect us. The problem with having even a reprogrammed Terminator is that the dogs go crazy. They eventually do calm down to recognize the…."friendly" Terminators from the enemy. I wonder, though, if this war will ever end. And if it does…who will win?

The Terminators kept coming, gleaming and deadly as they marched across the battlefield, eyes red, guns a-blazing. Motors and gears whirred as the skeletal cyborgs advanced on the human army. The killer robots stepped on and crushed anything in their way. John Connor led the resistance force, fearlessly leading his army into battle. He stared grimly, standing motionless as his forces charged against the machines. Smoke billowed into the sky, and a torn, charred, dirty American flag billowed behind him, as he stood amid the carnage purposefully, unflinching. He reached behind him and pulled a high powered machine gun out. He cocked and readied the weapon, and stepped into the battle. Almost immediately, a Terminator attacked him. The skeletal killer raised its right arm high, as if it was preparing to karate chop him, and swung it down. John blocked it with his own arm just in time, crying out in pain as he heard bones crack. The Terminator's skull showed no emotion, but it seemed to grin in evil pleasure. That made John very mad, and he gathered his resolve. He sucked in a breath and attempted to push the pain back. John made to pick up his fallen gun. The Terminator swiveled its head to see what he was doing, and registered the fallen weapon on the ground. It lifted its foot and crushed the machine gun before John could grab it. John looked up at the machine in surprise, and had no time to defend himself as it picked him up. It brought him face level and stared at him. The glowing red eyes of the T-1 seemed to bore straight into John.

"Terminate John Connor," it said, and released one arm. It swung the arm back, preparing to smash his face in. John flinched and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for it to end. It never came. He opened his eyes and was falling. He slammed into the ground with a grunt, and squealed in pain as he landed on his bad arm. This time, he heard a snap as the already cracked humerus snapped in two. He squeezed back tears of pain as he stood up, unsteady and dizzy with the intense pain. The Terminator had redirected its attention to his savior. He heard and saw bullets pinging off of the metal Satan. The person firing was a woman. She had an intensity in her eyes that surprised John. She gritted her teeth, and kept the trigger pulled, firing round after round at the Terminator. The pain in John's arm burned hard, but he kept his attention focused on the woman. The gun clicked. It was out of ammo! The young woman gasped and backed up, searching the area for a weapon, any weapon. She glanced to the left and saw salvation: a fully loaded shotgun. It was a Mk 6 high powered multi-shot blaster. Capable of blowing apart steel. She rolled and dodged an attack, grabbing the weapon. She cocked the shotgun and fired. The blast made John's ears ring in the close proximity. The Terminator's head spun around several times before stopping, facing the opposite direction than the one it was supposed to. The machine of death had stopped moving. John and the young woman held their breath in anticipation as they waited for the result. The battle raged around them. Then, jerkily, erratically, the head slowly swiveled to face them. Servos whirred, electric blue sparks flew, and wiring stuck out. The head was uneven with the body, sticking out to side in a lopsided manner. The killer stuck out an arm and advanced. It repeated the same message over and over again.

"Terminate human resistance-tance-tance. Ter-Terminate hum-ma-ma-man r-r-r-resistance."

It was halfway to the young woman before John found a weapon. He loaded an RPG with a shell and aimed. He had to get this shot just right, or the woman was dead.

"Die, you stupid can!" he said, and fired. The shell hit the Terminator in the chest and exploded. The young girl squealed in a high pitch and shielded herself from the blast. John looked on, unflinching. When the smoke cleared, all that was left was a pair of standing metal legs. The young woman slowly unshielded herself and found the skull staring at her. The eyes still glowed red. She screamed and the eyes dimmed to nothing. John laughed and walked over to her. He offered his hand and she took it. She had a very strong grip. She hoisted herself up and John got his first really good look at her. He studied her. She had a great form, but the feature that got him was her face. She was beautiful. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes that had a fire in them. She captivated John in a way that no other girl had before. He got a hold on himself.

"What's your name, soldier?" he asked. She lifted her chin.

"Cameron," she said. Cameron. That brought back a whirl of memories. Cameron. A Terminator named Cameron had been sent back in time to protect him. He had fallen…No. It was painful to think about. And it wouldn't have worked anyway. A sudden explosion wrenched him to the real world in one, sudden, deafening blast. The Hunter-Killer squads flew over the smoking battlefield, picking off their targets. The laser beams seared the air and took out multiple groups. Robotic arms grabbed soldiers and civilians, and pulled them screaming to their deaths. And on top of that, the waves of T-1s, T-100s, T-800s, and more kept on coming. The battle was lost. John had to face it. A laser cracked the ground a little too close to where he and Cameron were standing. The world shook. John regained his balance, and held an arm out to steady Cameron. Smoke blocked their view of the battle. All they could see were lasers and explosions, and the shadows of soldiers. Out of the darkness came A T-101. The smoke encased its gleaming metal body, and faded into wisps as it advanced. It carried two pistols. John moved to defend Cameron. The T-101 grabbed John by the throat and squeezed. John felt his trachea being crushed. He attempted to throw his attacker away, but failed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and the Terminator threw him to the side. John's limp body skidded in the dirt and debris before stopping at the base of a Jeep. The Terminator advanced on Cameron, who was defenseless, her gun being lost in the laser attack…

HECK YEAH! TELL ME HOW THAT WAS!