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trans_92010-06-02 01:41 pm
terminatefate) wrote in trans_92010-06-02 01:41 pm
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Escape to the City
John would find her.
Earth was gone, Humanity was gone (but here) and here and burning. Did the goddamn ship have everyone in those pods? No. Skynet. This was Skynet. And she was on the move (you keep moving, you always keep moving). She hugged the walls, then remembered the tentacles and hissed as she veered away. It was a misstep that had her tumbling and thrown up from some goddamn chute. Sarah sat there for a moment, blinking as she stared out across a fake horizon and took in the fake sky. It wasn't real.
John was real. He was real.
She forced herself upright and kept moving, a scowl curling her lip as she moved toward the shelter of the buildings. Sarah wandered, found a piece of rebar amongst the rubble, tested it, and felt better. She kept it in hand, her fingers clenched around it, as she leaned up against a building. Whatever it was made of was cool and she sank into it for a moment with a hiss. She could see it in her head, the fire and destruction--the way the the Terminator's flesh had melted away into nothing but a metal skeleton. That was the world she had left. Fuck, she could still feel the way its cold hand had closed around her throat all those years ago.
After Kyle was dead and broken at the bottom of those stairs, his mission had become hers.
She was still fighting his fight.
And this was Skynet. It had to be Skynet. Because if it wasn't, she had failed.
Sarah didn't accept failure. There was absolutely no way she would ever accept failure--with the world burning and dying, with the screaming of an entire world in her ears each and every goddamn day. She didn't need some Metal motherfucker telling her that her world had been blown away. The Future was coming, but it hadn't come yet.
There was supposed to be time.
But John was older, much older. He'd lived the War. She'd lived the war in her head, every day, every moment. She could see the fire, here, too. And it was easier because there was rubble, there were broken buildings. No children, no blackened corpses that fell to ash when she reached for them. Sarah drew a breath and froze as she heard a noise.
The rebar came up.
Earth was gone, Humanity was gone (but here) and here and burning. Did the goddamn ship have everyone in those pods? No. Skynet. This was Skynet. And she was on the move (you keep moving, you always keep moving). She hugged the walls, then remembered the tentacles and hissed as she veered away. It was a misstep that had her tumbling and thrown up from some goddamn chute. Sarah sat there for a moment, blinking as she stared out across a fake horizon and took in the fake sky. It wasn't real.
John was real. He was real.
She forced herself upright and kept moving, a scowl curling her lip as she moved toward the shelter of the buildings. Sarah wandered, found a piece of rebar amongst the rubble, tested it, and felt better. She kept it in hand, her fingers clenched around it, as she leaned up against a building. Whatever it was made of was cool and she sank into it for a moment with a hiss. She could see it in her head, the fire and destruction--the way the the Terminator's flesh had melted away into nothing but a metal skeleton. That was the world she had left. Fuck, she could still feel the way its cold hand had closed around her throat all those years ago.
After Kyle was dead and broken at the bottom of those stairs, his mission had become hers.
She was still fighting his fight.
And this was Skynet. It had to be Skynet. Because if it wasn't, she had failed.
Sarah didn't accept failure. There was absolutely no way she would ever accept failure--with the world burning and dying, with the screaming of an entire world in her ears each and every goddamn day. She didn't need some Metal motherfucker telling her that her world had been blown away. The Future was coming, but it hadn't come yet.
There was supposed to be time.
But John was older, much older. He'd lived the War. She'd lived the war in her head, every day, every moment. She could see the fire, here, too. And it was easier because there was rubble, there were broken buildings. No children, no blackened corpses that fell to ash when she reached for them. Sarah drew a breath and froze as she heard a noise.
The rebar came up.
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It was a shame to have to tear down the building, he kind of liked it. It was just a simple two-three story apartment but there wasn't anything in there, after all the furniture was moved out and stockpiled elsewhere.
But if memory served him correctly, this wall was NOT load bearing which meant...
And Ultimate Humungosaur reached out, dug his fingers into the wall and RIPPED a huge Ultimate Humungosaur-sized hole in the wall. "LUCY I'm home from de club!"
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That thing was tearing down a fucking wall. She heard the ripping of material (stone?) and then heard the bellow and decided this was going to be a shitty moment if she didn't keep fucking moving. Goddamn it. Sarah ducked through another hallway and wondered what the hell programming that talking son of a bitch had.
It was fucked up.
Whatever it was, it was freaking her right out and she'd had just about enough. She used her rebar to jam a door open and screeched to a halt. The building ended, abruptly in a a drop that would have severely injured or even killed her.
Fuck.
She flailed wildly and pulled herself back in, slamming back up against the side of the building as she edged herself along the broken remnants and reached for the ragged edge of the floor above her. She pulled herself up through sheer will alone.
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Seriously, who messes with condemned buildings anyhow?! Present company excluded of course.
Then it clicked. Maybe he was scaring that person who had yet to even yelp. It could be.
"I come in peace!" called out Ultimate Humungosaur. "Um... take me to your leader? Bwa Weep Ghrana Weep Ninny Bong? No hablo English?"
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If that fucker came near her, she'd aim for his eyes.
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"That does it." Stomping in, he poked his head up through the floor near Sarah. "Hello? This is the last warning, this building's gotta come down, it's a danger to the area!"