TSCC fic: Humanity is Overrated (pg-13)
Holy frak! The Awesome Ladies Ficathon is still. going. strong! 80 pages of prompts and fills! (If anyone wants to write this one, it would make me very happy. IJS...)
Here's my latest entry:
Fandom: Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
Title: Humanity is Overrated
Rating: PG-13
Beta: none
Word count: about 300
Character: Cameron
Prompt: If the dolls could speak, no doubt they’d scream, ‘I didn’t want to become human.’ from kitausu
Cameron stared, mesmerized, at the doll hanging limply in the little girl’s hand, its synthetic hair dangling in dark skeins to the floor.
long dark hair spread out beneath head and shoulders on a dirty cot, hanging to pool on metal decking
Outside of her control, Cameron’s fingers closed on the tomato she held, crushing it, juice and seeds and skin squirting out, sliding down her hand, her wrist, dripping to the floor. The little girl’s eyes widened and she lifted her doll -
Allison. The woman’s name was Allison and she stared wide-eyed at her mirror image, at Cameron, fear and shock and horror chasing each other over her features.
- to clutch her tightly to her chest as she reached for her mother’s hand, never taking her eyes off Cameron. Cameron’s hand dropped back down to her side as her gaze drifted from the child to the red mess at her feet and then back over to settle again on the doll.
“What do you want from me? Why won’t you just kill me?”
Cameron repeated Allison’s words, again and again, arranging her own features to reflect the woman’s anguish and terror, repeating the sequence until her voice, her stance, her expression matched Allison’s perfectly.
Static filled her vision. White noise roared in her ears. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, leaving her nauseous, and she gasped. Blinking rapidly to clear her vision, Allison lifted her hand, sticky with tomato juice and seeds.
“Mommy? Can we go home now?”
Turning her head to look at a frightened little girl tugging at her bemused mother’s hand, Allison wiped her sticky hand on her shirt. She smiled reassuringly at the little girl, who clung to a dark-haired doll. The doll reminded Allison of someone...
I don’t want to be human! Cameron tried to scream, but there were no words, only static.
80 pages of prompts, people! \o/
Here's my latest entry:
Fandom: Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
Title: Humanity is Overrated
Rating: PG-13
Beta: none
Word count: about 300
Character: Cameron
Prompt: If the dolls could speak, no doubt they’d scream, ‘I didn’t want to become human.’ from kitausu
Cameron stared, mesmerized, at the doll hanging limply in the little girl’s hand, its synthetic hair dangling in dark skeins to the floor.
long dark hair spread out beneath head and shoulders on a dirty cot, hanging to pool on metal decking
Outside of her control, Cameron’s fingers closed on the tomato she held, crushing it, juice and seeds and skin squirting out, sliding down her hand, her wrist, dripping to the floor. The little girl’s eyes widened and she lifted her doll -
Allison. The woman’s name was Allison and she stared wide-eyed at her mirror image, at Cameron, fear and shock and horror chasing each other over her features.
- to clutch her tightly to her chest as she reached for her mother’s hand, never taking her eyes off Cameron. Cameron’s hand dropped back down to her side as her gaze drifted from the child to the red mess at her feet and then back over to settle again on the doll.
“What do you want from me? Why won’t you just kill me?”
Cameron repeated Allison’s words, again and again, arranging her own features to reflect the woman’s anguish and terror, repeating the sequence until her voice, her stance, her expression matched Allison’s perfectly.
Static filled her vision. White noise roared in her ears. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, leaving her nauseous, and she gasped. Blinking rapidly to clear her vision, Allison lifted her hand, sticky with tomato juice and seeds.
“Mommy? Can we go home now?”
Turning her head to look at a frightened little girl tugging at her bemused mother’s hand, Allison wiped her sticky hand on her shirt. She smiled reassuringly at the little girl, who clung to a dark-haired doll. The doll reminded Allison of someone...
I don’t want to be human! Cameron tried to scream, but there were no words, only static.
80 pages of prompts, people! \o/