Knives For Hands || John Connor

xvi. Equally

in. out. their breathing was labored. (y/n) had sarah tugged towards her, but let her go once she knew everyone was fine. her hands fell from around sarah's shoulders and against the door handle. she watched as john, on the other side, opened the door and crawled out. between john and the others was a metal rod. it was drove right through the middle of the truck, and sure to have killed sarah.

(y/n) tugged at the door. it was blocked. she huffed softly, and crawled under the rod alongside sarah. the wounded woman struggled, gasping and gripping her leg. surprisingly, john was no help, as he stumbled off towards the terminator. (y/n) held sarah against her, barely getting out of the car when john barreled back over to them.

"we gotta go! we gotta get out of here!" he was frantic, quick to take his mom's other side and guide her. the metal girl took one look at the t-1000 rising and decided to not look over there again.

(y/n) took her arm out from around sarah, digging around in the vehicle. she pulled out the shotgun the woman had insisted on having. as soon as she'd tugged it free, the terminator sped to the side of the ruined truck.

he took sarah by her other side as john instructed her to put pressure in some places. (y/n) followed them as they supported the hobbling woman. she sighed as she figured, shotgun in hand, she was their best bet. the terminator was outmatched, sarah was wounded, and john had to protect her. (y/n) was the best fitted to fight.

as they tried their best to get away from the advanced robot, sarah was putting too much pressure on her leg. with a pained yell, she went down. "no!" john tried his best to tug her up again. "come on, we gotta go!"

once they were successfully on the move again, the terminator tugged them around. john had latched his free hand onto (y/n)'s. it was more for comfort than it was for convenience.

she looked down at the shotgun she held, only to see her hand change color the closer it was to the gun. it was turning the same color as the weapon. her other hand blended into a tan tone, one that matched john's. "oh. oh, fuck." her steps are slowed, sticking to the metal below her. her converse, and part of her jeans, turned from their usual color scheme to the metal grate of the floor. she was almost... melting.

"what's- what's wrong?" john breathed out, sparing her a glance in the midst of their slow-paced running. his eyes travel to her legs, noticing the way her shoes melted against the floor. "what's going on?"

"liquid," she started, her words slurring, "metal." she tugged her hand from john's, worried she'd burn him, and shoved the shotgun into his free hand.

john looked ahead again, only to see the terminator leading them towards a molten pit. "wait! wait, wait! it's too hot! we have to go back!"

sarah's exhausted eyes flickered to the struggling girl. her eyes were hooded, seeming tired, and her body melted into anything it touched.

the terminator pulled them away, but he saw the t-1000 making his way towards them. "go," he ordered. "run."

"what?" barked (y/n), her words coming off as sharp as she could make them.

"no!" john shrieked. "we stick together!" he looked up, tears already starting to well in his eyes. he pushed himself towards the terminator, ignoring his mom's firm whisper of his name.

"yeah! we're not gonna-"

"john, (y/n). you have to go. now." the terminator looked between the two sternly.

"guys-" sarah began, only to be interrupted by john struggling against her.

"at least let me stay! come on, i can help!" (y/n) insisted, curling her fingers around the terminator's jacket. "i- i can help." her eyes pled for him to let her go with him. if she hadn't known better, she almost would've said the terminator's features softened.