"Is the virus in, Doc?" I ask, getting up off the medical bed.

"Through and through," Doctor Brown said, chewing nicotine gum.

Doctor Brown is skilled at inserting viruses into computers not only on operating on people. Nurse Jackie is on a emergency surgery to save the mascot dog of the Resistance along with other vital important Doctors; not saying the Doc is under appreciated but sometimes he leaves tools behind in the patients. Doctor Brown is honestly one of the kind humans in life who didn't share the same attitude towards me as everyone has been sharing towards me lately.

I raise a brow.

"Did you leave anything in my skull?" I ask.

"Nope," Doctor Brown said. "Just the way it was when you first came to me; just with a computer virus."

I laugh.

"Just had to be sure," I said.

Doctor Brown takes out a Nancy Drew book then he uses the chair to roll himself into another room right across. Like I said; Doctor Brown is one of a kind. His full name is Doctor Sherlock Brown. A rather simple name to a good man with keen eyes, narrow cheeks, fine hair growing on his chin, light brown somewhat dark hair on his head not very well combed, and blue crystal blue eyes that saw through everyone. 

I walk out the room.

To which I bump into Elizabeth.

"Ooops!" Elizabeth said, apologetically.

"No, it is my fault," I said.

Elizabeth takes a step back.

"Why are you at the office of a very flawed Doctor?" Elizabeth asks.

I saw the tattoo of a motorcycle on her left hand.

"I like flaws," I said.

Elizabeth folds her arms.

"Don't be sassy with me," Elizabeth said.

I almost was stumped by her good looks that my reply almost was 'You are hot'.

"Sassy?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Sarcastic," Elizabeth said.

"Oh, being a sarcastic sissy?" I repeat. "I am not a sissy."

"That is not what I meant," Elizabeth said.

"You know I am rather new to this age of literature," I remind Elizabeth.

"Sassy is lively, bold, and full of spirit; cheeky," Elizabeth said. "Mostly cheeky."

"I need to read a dictionary to understand humanity's word choice," I said, walking around Elizabeth.

"You didn't answer my question!" Elizabeth said.

"Appendix had to be removed," I reply, stopping in my tracks hearing the loud metal feet to uncovered metal heading this way.

Alarms went off in the hallway.

"What the hell is going on?" Elizabeth said.

"Hellaholic!" I said. "You are banned from that word around me!"

"You're not my parent!" Elizabeth said, walking away from the door right into the middle of the hall apparently ignoring the sirens wailing.

"I am new to the idea that hell is a real place and asking what in that planet's name is going on is a very confusing statement," I said.

"Washman lied to you," Elizabeth said.

"Washman is the most honest man I have come across," I said. "Washman swore over his heart not to lie to me."

"We all lie, it is part of human nature," Elizabeth said.

Elizabeth looks over my shoulder towards her left. I saw a 'oh my god' grow in her eyes mixed in fear so then  Elizabeth shields herself. I am not much of a dummy reading people's facial expressions so obviously something bad will happen in a couple seconds. I hear bullets fly so I use myself as a shield  for Elizabeth getting hit by small painful objects digging into my back through the green shirt. I put Elizabeth to the side out of the way. Then came the non-bullets (as in the laser blasting machine guns) in the air.

"Elizabeth," I said. "I like you."

With that last 'You what?' facial reaction from Elizabeth. Elizabeth's mouth had dropped, her eyes had changed to a 'what the hell?' kind, and her left eyebrow is up. That is Elizabeth's version of a  'you what?' reaction.  I turn away then run in the opposite direction in the hallway. Not in Elizabeth's direction.  How did the Terminators get inside the Resistance base without the alarms being set off? That is a good question.

I came to a dead end, but not when I felt a  sharp paralyzing pain in my back.

I land on the ground.

"No," I utter, pushing myself forwards towards the weapon room.

The T-800 lacking any thing human walks around me. The first T-800 put their foot on my back  deepening the weight until a hard click made me stiff. I cannot move my back, I realize.  Then the second T-800 steps on my hand breaking it into how many pieces that I do not know. The pain is horrifying as it stung my mind. Tears came out of my eyes rolling down my cheeks.

"No," I said, trying to lift myself up using my left hand but my knees would not come to.

The first T-800 picks me up then swoops me over his metal shoulder.

My glove once covering my hand fell off revealing a metal hand struggling to piece together losing pieces of skin,flesh, and blood.

"Drop me!" I demand. "I am not one of you!"

The second T-800 put something on my head that blocked my view of the world and something that my hands together similar to cuffs but more advanced. What they had attached to my head became like a bind to the rest of my body sticking my legs together, my forearms, and my other senses were yet spared. I can smell and hear.

Guns were going off.

"Please," I plead. "I do not want to go!"

"This is your fate," The first T-800 said.

"Hey pumpkin squash!" I hear Roberts. "Ever heard of obeying your orders?"

"Die," The second T-800 said, turning away.

"No!" I shout.

I hear a Terminator blast be exchanged while the first T-800 goes on down the wall. I try to squirm in the overwhelming darkness to loosen my position on his shoulders. Then I can feel pain in my calves like some one had accidentally shot my leg under poor aiming. My entire head is covered in a metal mask save for two rounded holes allowing me to get oxygen.  Blam,blam,blam, blam, went gunfire in the air.

"Shit, I hit the hybrid," Barber Halters, a Technician in Engineering, curses.

The first T-800 turns around then shoots a loud 'BLAM' and after that the T-800 resumes walking in the direction it was going. Other T-800's join the group. I hear sounds of helicopter blades flying in the air. Several rounds of other kind of machinery hit the metal that is being rode by the T-800's. Ah no, they are going to Skynet.