Escape to the City
John would find her.
Earth was gone, Humanity was gone (but here) and here and burning. Did the goddamn ship have everyone in those pods? No. Skynet. This was Skynet. And she was on the move (you keep moving, you always keep moving). She hugged the walls, then remembered the tentacles and hissed as she veered away. It was a misstep that had her ( Read more... )
Earth was gone, Humanity was gone (but here) and here and burning. Did the goddamn ship have everyone in those pods? No. Skynet. This was Skynet. And she was on the move (you keep moving, you always keep moving). She hugged the walls, then remembered the tentacles and hissed as she veered away. It was a misstep that had her ( Read more... )
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And no it wasn't Tenaya.
The rubble shook as a huge form stomped into view, picking up the rubble. "Geez, cleaning up's taking too long," grunted Humungosaur as he picked up a huge piece of rubble and set it to the side amidst a pile of debris he was working on.
Everyone was still pitching in, but it was slow going. Aang really did a number on the city months ago and he was finishing with the rest of it.
Eying the debris, he smirked. "Oh why not. Have a little fun!"
Tapping the omnitrix on his chest, his form changed from scaled brown to green and black as he roared, "ULTIMATE HUMUNGOSAUR!"
And he lift a huge piece of debris over his head. "Yeah, that's more like it!"
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It talked.
Fucking Skynet. What the helltooth pick.
"Fuck this," she muttered and retreated further into the damn building.
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"Hey!" he called out, his voice reverberating through the building. "Is there anyone in there? Hello? That building's being torn down, you don't wanna be in there once I start shooting missiles! Hello?"
Silence, at least answering him for the time being.
Ultimate Humunogsaur scratched his head. "Man, I don't wanna go in there... maybe I can rip a hole in the wall to slide on in..."
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Shooting missiles her ass, fucking bullshit. The hell was wrong with that son of a bitch. What if she didn't want the motherfucking building torn down? What if she liked it? Sarah found herself irrationally annoyed by the missiles comment. She wanted motherfucking missiles. And big guns. Bigger guns.
Any guns.
She twitched as she picked her way through the crumbling mess of the building. It reminded her of Mexico, a little. Mostly after she'd blown that one factory up and been chased by Interpol and what-the-fuck-ever back onto US soil where the Feds had grabbed her and threw her into fucking Pescadero.
Fucking Silberman.
She didn't even answer the alien dinosaur robot fucking Godzilla bitchface. Who the fuck called themselves Ultimate Humungosaur anyway? A fucking Saturday morning goddamn cartoon (she remembered those, vaguely--they'd played them at the damn crazy house)? It'd probably kill her or eat her or God knew what ( ... )
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