Terminator Imagines

I Will Return. (T-1000 x reader)

Sweat drips down my brow as I force myself to remain upright, my body leaning heavily on the strut of metal in my hand. Everything hurts - my muscles are screaming from the exertion of the past few days, my skin is coated in sticky blood from the many scratches and gashes on my body, dark bruises blossoming around my undoubtedly broken ribs. None of us really came out of the Cyberdyne building unscathed, but the varying different crashes and fights have left me in worse shape than the others, who are now long gone into the factory behind me. Or so I hope.

My vision is a little blurred, the world tilting on its axis with every jerky movement of my head, but I keep my eyes trained on the walkway ahead of me. Unsteady on my feet, I can barely stand, uncaring of how pathetic I must look as I wait for our pursuer to finally reach me, every breath rushing in and out of me painfully. Determination courses through me, keeping me where I am as I fight to retain the false sense of confidence I've had through this whole ordeal, reminding myself that John and Sarah are safe, and that Bob is protecting them.

Caught up trying to stay standing, I don't quite notice that there's a figure standing at the end of the walkway until they start striding towards me, emotionless face pale against the orange light of the heated metal around us. When I do finally notice him, it takes a significant amount of energy for me to lift my pistol up and fire at the advancing terminator, struggling to see whether or not the bullets have actually hit home. Blooms of silver appear on the otherwise flawless uniform, so I must've made some contact, but it doesn't stop him at all.

Emptying the gun into him, I vaguely wonder when I started giving it a gender as I drop the useless weapon to the floor, adjusting my stance so I can use the metal pole instead. Of course, this turns out to be my worst idea yet as the T-1000 simply catches my first swing, holding it fast. 

Grimacing, I try to yank it out from his fist, only to cry out as he simply shoves me backwards. With my lack of coordination, I fall right onto my ass, drawing a pained grunt from me as I connect with the hard metal. Winded, I try to move up again, but the terminator swiftly incapacitates me by placing the end of the pole on my chest and pushing down on it, icy blue eyes staring down at me impassively. 

From this angle, it's hard for me not to realise just how good the killer actually looks - I'd only really seen him from a distance before now, and had spent that time hating him because of what he's doing to us, but now, with the blazing light from somewhere nearby, I can easily see how attractive his facade really is. 

Somehow, under his intense gaze, I feel a familiar flare of heat in my body, my face flushing red as I recognise it immediately. Shifting, I wince as the pole digs into my skin, trying not to let my discomfort show as my fear dissolves into need, my eyes fixed on the slender terminator standing over me, the position we're in doing nothing to help abate the feeling. Hastily, I swallow, staring up at the T-1000, confusion cutting through the sudden haze of lust in my head. Why hasn't he killed me yet? It's ruthless, soulless, merciless, and yet it's only holding me in place?

Gripping the pole, I try to push back, but he only replaces the metal with his foot, pressing me down firmly into the platform beneath me. A strained grunts escapes me as the T-1000 leans down over me, placing his other knee beside my chest, his hands grabbing mine and pinning me down to the floor. The action brings his face close to mine, and I have to bite back a sound of anticipation at the proximity, my heart pounding under his weight. 

In this position, I quickly realise something: I never hated him, not entirely. Something about him had always intrigued me, struck a chord in me as he had chased us over miles and miles in the last few days, though I had never acknowledged it, too scared to do so, knowing the impossibility of my unknown attraction. Even now, as its hand comes up to grip my throat, my head is left reprimanding my body as pulses of desire flood me from the gesture, my pulse spiking under its tight hold. He must notice this, as his clear eyes flick up to meet mine, a slow blink being the only indicator of its confusion and curiosity. 

For a long moment, we just stare at each other, nothing happening until it suddenly snaps out of its trance, readjusting itself. As it speaks, I'm suddenly aware of the fact I've never heard it's voice before, my heart stuttering at the smooth quality of it. 

"I will return for you." Is all it says, before it quickly lifts my head and smashes it into the metal below. 

Pain explodes through my skull, though it isn't enough to render me unconscious, just to daze me. Confused and weary, I can only groan as the terminator leaves me where I am, going further into the mill.