“Run!”

Cameron screamed for John to run when a T-888 started shooting against him on the school corridor. Somehow it managed to identify them even with all the care they had taken in regards of their identity. John never thought he would have problems in school again. As Cameron had said, Cromartie had already searched their school and he would not return. But that Terminator wasn’t Cromartie. It was another one. ‘Skynet is sending more and more terminators. It must be desperate to change the past. But now is not the time to think about this. My life is in danger.’

He followed Cameron’s advice, who had thrown the T-888 thru the wall, and made a run to the school front door. But when he got there he looked back and saw that the 888 had managed to pin down Cameron and was punching her like there was no tomorrow. Cameron despite not feeling pain was having interference in her HUD, which meant that she was suffering damage to her endosqueleton.

John couldn’t stand seeing her like that and without thinking about the consequences threw himself to the terminator’s back, and locked him on a neck vice, but to no avail. No human could overpower a terminator. The T-888 rolled to his side and crushed John beneath him, taking all the breath he had. He then got up, picked his 9mm and aimed for his head. John couldn’t move and was ready to accept his fate when Cameron also got up and pushed the terminator. He still managed to shoot, and the bullet hit John in his chest.

Cameron seeing John bleeding, froze for a few moments.

‘No, John…he can’t be dead…no…please!!’

Cameron couldn’t stand seeing him on the floor bleeding. Allot of feelings coursed through her chip, the most relevant ones being fear and revenge. Fear of losing John and being alone on the world. And revenge against the one that took him away from her. Cameron launched herself with all the power her joints could manage, grabbed the T-888 by the neck and shoved him hard against the wall. She punched him with such ferocity that his face was now a piece of twisted metal. He fell on the floor deactivated, but Cameron wasn’t satisfied. She tore his chip out and crushed it on her palm.

She leaned against the wall and fell to the ground, with tears beginning to form in her eyes. She didn’t knew how to activate them, but there they were, falling freely. Falling freely because the only person that had treated her as an equal had died. Because the one she had swore to protect had died. And she had developed an unknown feeling over him. But now nothing mattered any more. She had failed her mission, and her promise.

Then she heard a voice, a whisper.

“Cam…”

Voice recognition: 98% match, John Connor.

She took her hands off her face and looked up. John was looking at her, smiling. She quickly got up and ran to him, placing his head on her lap. She stroked his hair and ran a little test. His vital signs were stable, but erratic. The bullet had missed the hearth for a few inches.

“Everything is gonna be alright John. The bullet didn’t hit any vital organ.”
“Lucky me. Cam please don’t leave me. Stay here with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere John. I’m right here. I will never leave you.”

He smiled once again and reached out to her face. She leaned against his hand, enjoying his touch.

“Cam, if I don’t make I want you to know that I…”
“Don’t say that!! You are going to live. You can tell me that when you’re good again, ok? Promise me.”
“I promise.”

And he fainted.

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Charley was in his ambulance on his way back to the hospital when he received a message in his walky-talky.

“Shootout on Campo de Cahuenga secondary high school. Number of dead or injured unknown. Requesting all available units immediate aid.”

‘Damn, that’s John’s school’ – he thought – ‘Please God let him be alright.’

He immediately turned on the siren and headed to the school as fast as he could.

When he got there he immediately looked for the dreaded black body bags, but he didn’t found any. Relived he entered the school, seeing that the police had declared it safe. He looked every hall for any signs of John and Cameron, but he found nothing. ‘They must have left’. But then someone grabbed him and pulled him inside a classroom. He turned around and saw Cameron.

“What happened? Where’s John?”
“A terminator attacked us. John’s there. He has been shot. I managed to stop the bleeding, but he has lost a lot of blood. He is going to need a transfusion.”
“Help me put him in the ambulance. We need to take him to the hospital.”
“No hospital. Home.”
“He has to go to the hospital! Who knows what internal damage the bullet has done?”
“We can’t risk his identity. The police might find out. Not to mention terminators.”
“What good is his identity if he is dead?
“You can treat him. You did the same with Derek.”
“By luck! I barely could even save him.”
“Yet you did.”
“Fine, we’ll take him home. I see that there’s no point in trying to persuade you.”
“Bring the ambulance out back.”
“Ok.”

A few moments later, Charley is back.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Cameron lifted John and placed him on her arms with all the care in the world. She them laid him on the stretcher that the ambulance had.

Charley started the engine, and Cameron spoke.

“Wait.”
“What now? He needs medical attention fast.”
“The terminator. I can’t leave him there.”
“Hurry up then. Every moment that goes by is worse for him.”

Cameron got off the ambulance and run back to school. Seconds later, she returned with the machine on her back. She dumped it on the back of the ambulance, and then sat next to John, holding his hand. Charley looked back.

“What happened to his face?”

Cameron looked to him, her eyes glowing blue of rage.

“He shot my John.”


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