Post by allaboutpolly on Mar 15, 2008 3:16:56 GMT -5
Thanks for reading; I don't own anything to do with Terminator.
Summary: It eats at your soul, it burns and never stops, Derek POV.
TTSCC: Burning Hell
It burns and never stops.
The anger, the hell that they call L.A City, the lights.
Oh god the lights were always the worst, the H-K's (Hunter Killer's) would fly over their camps watching.
Waiting for one of them to make a mistake, ready to kill.
It eats at your soul.
Until you have nothing left of yourself, he can barely remember the first time he killed someone.
He can only remember the small things, the feel of the cold metal when it touched his skin, the world changing around him.
He transforms when he sees a possible threat to the future, the anger, the darkness takes over him and he becomes the brightly lit H-K that he once ran from.
But then he hears her voice.
She always brings him back from the edge of the abyss that he walks so closely to.
She makes him feel like a human again and suddenly he is no longer blinded by his hatred for the metal hell bent on destroying the human race.
But it always sits under his skin.
The burning, it sizzles under his skin ready to take over again at a moment's notice.
That won't stop until they end this.
He doesn't care if he dies in the process, he just wants it to end.
He wants to smell his brother's soft hair again, he wants to laugh with him, he wants just wants to play catch.
It burns and never stops.
He grabs the gun next to his bed and closes his eyes as he has done so many mornings before.
"Give me the strength to end this, once and for all..." And that's all he says, because that is his life, that is his mission.
It burns and never stops.
He hopes to throw some cold water on it one day.
Summary: It eats at your soul, it burns and never stops, Derek POV.
TTSCC: Burning Hell
It burns and never stops.
The anger, the hell that they call L.A City, the lights.
Oh god the lights were always the worst, the H-K's (Hunter Killer's) would fly over their camps watching.
Waiting for one of them to make a mistake, ready to kill.
It eats at your soul.
Until you have nothing left of yourself, he can barely remember the first time he killed someone.
He can only remember the small things, the feel of the cold metal when it touched his skin, the world changing around him.
He transforms when he sees a possible threat to the future, the anger, the darkness takes over him and he becomes the brightly lit H-K that he once ran from.
But then he hears her voice.
She always brings him back from the edge of the abyss that he walks so closely to.
She makes him feel like a human again and suddenly he is no longer blinded by his hatred for the metal hell bent on destroying the human race.
But it always sits under his skin.
The burning, it sizzles under his skin ready to take over again at a moment's notice.
That won't stop until they end this.
He doesn't care if he dies in the process, he just wants it to end.
He wants to smell his brother's soft hair again, he wants to laugh with him, he wants just wants to play catch.
It burns and never stops.
He grabs the gun next to his bed and closes his eyes as he has done so many mornings before.
"Give me the strength to end this, once and for all..." And that's all he says, because that is his life, that is his mission.
It burns and never stops.
He hopes to throw some cold water on it one day.
