Terminator: Kayden's Journey

Deciding

The terminator stood next to his bike while John and I was standing side by side, looking at him. It was a quiet moment until John decided to speak. "I need a minute here. You're telling us that it can imitate anything it touches?"

"Anything it samples through physical contact." Replied our protector.

"Could it disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?"

"Negative. Only an object of equal size."

"Well, why doesn't it just become a bomb or something like that to get us?"

"It can't form complex machines. Explosives and such have chemicals, moving parts, it doesn't work that way, but it can form solid metal shapes."

"What shapes?" I questioned, making him look at me.

"Knives and other stabbing weapons."

"Great." I groaned, rubbing my face. I glanced over and saw John had walked over and sat down on the hood of a car, deep in thought. I watched him for a moment before glancing at the terminator, who was still looking at me for a reason I couldn't even suspect.

"We spent a lot of time in Nicaragua...places like that." John began, making us look at him. "For a while she was with this crazy ex-Green beret guy, running guns. Then, there were some other guys. She'd shack up with anyone she could learn from. So, then she could teach me how to be this great military leader. Then, she got busted and it's like...'sorry boys, your mom's a psycho, didn't you know?' It's like everything we brought up to believe was just all made-up bullshit. I hated her for that."

He slammed his fists down on the hood angrily. "But I guess everything she said was true, she knew and nobody believed her, not even us."

"We have to get her out." I stated as John slipped off of the hood.

"Negative." the terminator stated. "The T-1000's highest probability for success would be to copy Sarah Conner and wait for you to make contact with her.

"Oh, great. What will happen to her?" asked John.

"Typically, the subject being copied is terminated."

"Shit! Why didn't you tell me?! Why didn't you tell us sooner? We gotta go get her right now!"

"Negative." the terminator grabbed John's jacket as John tried to run to the bike. "She is not mission priority."

"Fuck you! She's priority to me!" John started to struggle, hitting the terminator in the chest and the terminator just held onto him. "Hey, dammit, what the fuck is your problem?!"

"Guys, we shouldn't do this here-" I began but was cut off as John started to shout out.

"HELP! HELP! I'm being kidnapped! Get this psycho off of me!" John squirmed, trying to get the terminator to let go. "Let me go!"

The terminator released his grip, making John fall onto the ground harshly. He glared up at the terminator before snapping. "What the hell did you do that?!"

"Because you told me to."

"You have to do what I say?" questioned John as he stood up.

"Affirmative, it's one of my mission peramitors."

"What about Kayden?"

"No."

"Would you follow his orders?"

"Yes."

I looked at the terminator in surprise. "Why would you?"

The terminator looked at me for a moment. "Because I want to."

I stared at him in disbelief. Why would a terminator willingly follow orders from someone who wasn't even suppose to order him around?

"Prove it." John spoke up. "Stand on one foot."

the terminator complied instantly, raising his leg upwards so he was standing on one foot.

"Yes! cool, my own terminator." grinned John.

"You okay kid?" asked a man who walked over. He and his buddy must had heard John earlier.

"Take a hike-" I quickly cut John off before he could say anymore.

"Yes, we're fine, we're just a little...nervous and high strung, our days haven't been the greatest." I smiled nervously.

"Teach that little dipshit some manners." the man glared, ignoring what I had just said.

"Dipshit?" John raised a eyebrow with a smirk. When he saw the man turning to look at his buddy, he quickly ordered the terminator to put his leg back down. Once the guy turned back towards them, he continued. "Did you just call mua a dipshit?"

"Just trying to help this punk." I heard the guy grumble to his best friend. I sighed, rubbing my face before taking a step away from the group.

"Grab this guy." ordered John. "I can't believe he called me a dipshit."

A hand reached over and grabbed the guy by the hair and began lifting him up by it. The guy started to yell and his friend tried to save him by grabbing onto the terminators arm.

"Now's who the dipshit, you jock douchebag?" grinned John.

The buddy wrapped an arm around the terminator's neck, causing the terminator to let go of the guy before reaching up and grabbed the buddy's wrist and pried it away, causing the body to gasp in pain and groan. The terminator pushed the buddy into the hood of a car, reach the back of his pants and pulled out a gun. He cocked it and aimed it at the body but I quickly stepped in.

"NO!" I pushed the terminators arm just as he fired. "Put the gun down, now!"

He quickly did what I commanded, setting the gun down on the ground.

"Get out of here!" shouted John and the two split, running off. John turned back and scooped up the gun before looking up at the terminator. "Jesus, you were gonna kill that guy!"

"Of course, I'm a terminator."

"Listen to me very carefully, okay?" breathed John. "you're not a terminator anymore, alright? You got that? You just can't go around killing people."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? 'Cause you can't!"

"Why?"

"Because you just can't okay? just trust me on this. Look, Kayden and I are going to get our mom," He held the gun out for the terminator, handle first. "And I order you to help us."

The terminator stared at him for a moment before taking the gun and put it in the front of his pants. John walked to the bike, me following after him. I glanced back and saw the terminator standing there for a moment before following after us.