Post by tobias on Mar 20, 2020 0:13:22 GMT
John stood in the hotel bathroom with a towel around his waist, staring at the mirror ahead of him as he looked at the scar on his right shoulder from where’s been shot 5 years earlier. The wound had healed and the scar was small, but he could still feel the sting of the bullet every time he thought about it. Slowly touching it, John still felt how much it had hurt the day he’d received it. The scar was a reminder that he may never truly be free of Skynet and a future war.
“I’m going to finish this,” John told himself. “I’m going to find you, Mom. As soon as this is finished. I swear.”
After getting dressed, John left the hotel where he was immediately spotted by Officer Norton, who picked up his walkie.
“I got him, Chief,” Norton told him. “Should I bring him in?”
“No,” Warren told him. “Plant the package like I told you to, then tell me when it’s done. Then wait for him to come back so we can nail him.”
Norton broke into John’s room, planting a bag of cocaine in his dresser before laughing to himself and leaving the room.
*
After picking up a few supplies at the hardware store, John walked out and headed down the street when he heard a voice calling his name.
“JOHN!” the familiar voice shouted. John turned around to see a red-headed young man running toward him “John Connor?”
“It can’t be,” John said as he looked closer. “Tim?”
“Holy shit, you’re alive!” Tim said as he hugged his long lost friend. “I haven’t seen you since that day of the mall! I thought that cop killed you! I mean, you were all over the news with your mom and that other guy, and then nothing! What the hell happened?”
“It’s a long story,” John said as he looked Tim over. He’d lost his mullet and had a full head of red hair and looked like he’d put some muscle on. “A lot’s been going on since that day. What have you been up to? How did you know it was me?”
“Are you kidding? You changed your hair color but you still look like a fucking Backstreet Boy,” Tim said. “Well, after the mall incident, my family ended up moving to Michigan. Town’s boring as shit, though. No real excitement like the trouble we used to get into.”
“Yeah, anything to piss off my foster parents,” John said with a laugh. “I always wanted to try to come back to find you to tell you I was alright, but life kept getting in the way.”
“Everyone kept wondering what happened to you,” Tim said. “The people that mattered, anyway. The kids at school, my parents who were glad you were gone… Kate.”
“Kate Brewster,” John said with a smile. “I had such a crush on her. She was my first kiss at that party she held a few days before what happened at the mall. Whatever happened to her?”
“After those news reports about the Cyberdyne attack, the military pulled her father to Washington, the whole family moved there,” Tim said. “Never saw here again, either. She really liked you.”
“I liked her, too,” John said. “Look, I’m glad I found you. I really need your help. We should find a place to sit down, and I’ll explain everything about that day at the mall.”
*
Just outside of town, the next T-850 walked to the town border, seeing the sign ‘Welcome to Michigan’. A file was brought up with 10-year-old John Connor’s picture (the last taken picture of John) along with recent internet activity leaving clues to where he was headed.
The Terminator, wearing dark sunglasses and holding a sawed-off shotgun stepped over the border and walked toward the town while reviewing the last footage the other three T-850’s received before the previous ones destruction.
TO BE CONTINUED IN APRIL...
“I’m going to finish this,” John told himself. “I’m going to find you, Mom. As soon as this is finished. I swear.”
After getting dressed, John left the hotel where he was immediately spotted by Officer Norton, who picked up his walkie.
“I got him, Chief,” Norton told him. “Should I bring him in?”
“No,” Warren told him. “Plant the package like I told you to, then tell me when it’s done. Then wait for him to come back so we can nail him.”
Norton broke into John’s room, planting a bag of cocaine in his dresser before laughing to himself and leaving the room.
*
After picking up a few supplies at the hardware store, John walked out and headed down the street when he heard a voice calling his name.
“JOHN!” the familiar voice shouted. John turned around to see a red-headed young man running toward him “John Connor?”
“It can’t be,” John said as he looked closer. “Tim?”
“Holy shit, you’re alive!” Tim said as he hugged his long lost friend. “I haven’t seen you since that day of the mall! I thought that cop killed you! I mean, you were all over the news with your mom and that other guy, and then nothing! What the hell happened?”
“It’s a long story,” John said as he looked Tim over. He’d lost his mullet and had a full head of red hair and looked like he’d put some muscle on. “A lot’s been going on since that day. What have you been up to? How did you know it was me?”
“Are you kidding? You changed your hair color but you still look like a fucking Backstreet Boy,” Tim said. “Well, after the mall incident, my family ended up moving to Michigan. Town’s boring as shit, though. No real excitement like the trouble we used to get into.”
“Yeah, anything to piss off my foster parents,” John said with a laugh. “I always wanted to try to come back to find you to tell you I was alright, but life kept getting in the way.”
“Everyone kept wondering what happened to you,” Tim said. “The people that mattered, anyway. The kids at school, my parents who were glad you were gone… Kate.”
“Kate Brewster,” John said with a smile. “I had such a crush on her. She was my first kiss at that party she held a few days before what happened at the mall. Whatever happened to her?”
“After those news reports about the Cyberdyne attack, the military pulled her father to Washington, the whole family moved there,” Tim said. “Never saw here again, either. She really liked you.”
“I liked her, too,” John said. “Look, I’m glad I found you. I really need your help. We should find a place to sit down, and I’ll explain everything about that day at the mall.”
*
Just outside of town, the next T-850 walked to the town border, seeing the sign ‘Welcome to Michigan’. A file was brought up with 10-year-old John Connor’s picture (the last taken picture of John) along with recent internet activity leaving clues to where he was headed.
The Terminator, wearing dark sunglasses and holding a sawed-off shotgun stepped over the border and walked toward the town while reviewing the last footage the other three T-850’s received before the previous ones destruction.
TO BE CONTINUED IN APRIL...