Post by tobias on May 29, 2020 17:00:44 GMT
Getting out into the yard, Kyle immediately noticed the grill with black smoke rising out of it.
“Dad, the burgers are burning!” Kyle shouted as he grabbed an oven mitt and shut the grill off. “Dad? Mom? Are you here?”
As Kyle looked through the smoke he saw a large figure wearing sunglasses emerging from the kitchen entrance. The man wore sunglasses, dressed in black leather and was carrying a sawed-off shotgun.
“Who are you?” Kyle asked as the Terminator raised his shotgun toward Kyle. The boy’s eyes went wide in terror the revving of a motorcycle was heard, bursting through the fence and running the T-850 down before it could react. John put the bike into high gear and rode toward Kyle, grabbing him without stopping as John rode out of the yard and onto the street. The T-850 quickly followed and started scanning for a suitable vehicle.
“Put me down! Help!” Kyle shouted as John looked back to see if the Terminator was chase down the street. “I want my parents!”
“Shit, I’m too late,” John told him. “Sorry kid, I think your parents are dead.”
“You’re lying!” Kyle shouted as he started hitting John. “I want to go home!”
“Calm down, Kyle, I’m going to keep you safe,” John promised. “It’s going to be alright.”
Just as John said that, a large red semi-truck turned the corner and started picking up speed as it headed toward John’s motorcycle.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” John said as tried to pick up speed on his motorcycle, finding he was already at top speed. “Knew I should have gone for that upgrade. Hang on, kid!”
John tried to keep ahead of the truck, finding he was about to cross into a highway. Taking a sharp right, John got onto the onramp and into the highway traffic. “I hope this buys us some time before—“
Loud honking and crashing was heard from behind as the semi slammed through the traffic on the highway, parting cars and sending glass flying. In the driver’s seat, John could see the stone cold stare of the T-850 looking at him.
“Okay, gotta think fast,” John said as he thought about an escape route as he noticed he was on overpass over another road below. “Kyle, I want you to hold onto to me as tight as you can. You can close your eyes, but no not let go of me for anything, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kyle said, trembling with fear as John took a hard left and just as the semi was on him, jumped the barrier. The motorcycle flew through the air as it started to come down with gravity releasing its grip and landing right on top of another semi as it passed under the bridge. As he spun the motorcycle to bring it to a stop, the red semi burst through the barrier and landed on the road. its tires and undercarriage were shot but the semi kept coming. The trailer it was hauling fell to the road, coming to a stop and blocking any further traffic behind it.
To Be Continued in John Connor: No Fate But What We Make #4
“Dad, the burgers are burning!” Kyle shouted as he grabbed an oven mitt and shut the grill off. “Dad? Mom? Are you here?”
As Kyle looked through the smoke he saw a large figure wearing sunglasses emerging from the kitchen entrance. The man wore sunglasses, dressed in black leather and was carrying a sawed-off shotgun.
“Who are you?” Kyle asked as the Terminator raised his shotgun toward Kyle. The boy’s eyes went wide in terror the revving of a motorcycle was heard, bursting through the fence and running the T-850 down before it could react. John put the bike into high gear and rode toward Kyle, grabbing him without stopping as John rode out of the yard and onto the street. The T-850 quickly followed and started scanning for a suitable vehicle.
“Put me down! Help!” Kyle shouted as John looked back to see if the Terminator was chase down the street. “I want my parents!”
“Shit, I’m too late,” John told him. “Sorry kid, I think your parents are dead.”
“You’re lying!” Kyle shouted as he started hitting John. “I want to go home!”
“Calm down, Kyle, I’m going to keep you safe,” John promised. “It’s going to be alright.”
Just as John said that, a large red semi-truck turned the corner and started picking up speed as it headed toward John’s motorcycle.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” John said as tried to pick up speed on his motorcycle, finding he was already at top speed. “Knew I should have gone for that upgrade. Hang on, kid!”
John tried to keep ahead of the truck, finding he was about to cross into a highway. Taking a sharp right, John got onto the onramp and into the highway traffic. “I hope this buys us some time before—“
Loud honking and crashing was heard from behind as the semi slammed through the traffic on the highway, parting cars and sending glass flying. In the driver’s seat, John could see the stone cold stare of the T-850 looking at him.
“Okay, gotta think fast,” John said as he thought about an escape route as he noticed he was on overpass over another road below. “Kyle, I want you to hold onto to me as tight as you can. You can close your eyes, but no not let go of me for anything, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kyle said, trembling with fear as John took a hard left and just as the semi was on him, jumped the barrier. The motorcycle flew through the air as it started to come down with gravity releasing its grip and landing right on top of another semi as it passed under the bridge. As he spun the motorcycle to bring it to a stop, the red semi burst through the barrier and landed on the road. its tires and undercarriage were shot but the semi kept coming. The trailer it was hauling fell to the road, coming to a stop and blocking any further traffic behind it.
To Be Continued in John Connor: No Fate But What We Make #4