Dear Diary- (Johns Thoughts on the War) PG-13

[rossbondreturns]

Dear Diary-

It is July 1, 2005

It is so discouraging to be locked in a hole, under a mountain, linked to the world through this piece of shit radio that only works every other day. There is so little we can do. There is so little IT can do.

We both lost in the major strikes at the start of this war- just under a year ago. But I have a feeling Skynet will find it's feet first so to speak. We just have to hunker down...survive- stay off the surface.

There is so much to do but so little that can be done.

I find it hard to sleep because each time I begin to drift off. A flash with the brightness of a Billion suns goes off- and there is flame...and death. And I see my Mother there- reaching out to me- and then the blast wave and nuclear fires pick her skin to the bone. Only there is no bone- it's hyperalloy- and instead of reaching out it has me in its grip. Crushing my bones- and I look up and see- two eyes glowing red with the fires of Hades. And I scream...but it never comes- and I am blasted to so much dust.

Kate, God bless her. She puts up with it night after night. Always there to hold me close- remind me that I am alive..and that it is Skynet that is living on borrowed time.

We discussed the topic of children again.

And we're going to do it.

It's now or never.

I hope my kids...don't get my nightmares.

G'night Diary

J.C.

[Derek Reese]

Another great one Ross!

[rossbondreturns]

September 5th, 2005

Diary-

The ultrasound machine does not lie, there's three of them in there. We don't know whether they're guys or gals but we do know they are energetic. I'm making sure I do as much of the work around here as possible, and keeping Kate on a balanced diet as balanced as it can be. We both want our children to be fit and healthy when they arrive.

The thought of the three keeps my mind from dwelling on what's going on outside our little cocoon of hope. But reports keep coming in and they paint a frightening picture.

Apparently the Machines are using bots to harvest up humans still, an as I'd feared there are even reports of Skynets machines offshore. Perhaps boats or Submarines.

The Resistance is slowly solidifying but I am beginning to suspect that the future I am a part of is not the same one that my father Kyle Reese came from.

Why do I say this? Because in his future most of the soldiers came from south of the border...an on Judgment Day Skynet launched nukes on a global scal and at the U.S. itself.

Oh...gotta book. Kate's calling.

Later Diary.

J.C.

[allergygal]

These are cool, Ross. I especially love that first one. It feels very real and from the gut.

[rossbondreturns]

Thanks guys for your kind words. It takes forever to come up with these things that;s why i post them so far apart. But I will continue this on an irregular basis.

[Derek Reese]

At least you're still working on the movies steadily. Makes things extremely easy to go from point A to B....or at least can.

[rossbondreturns]

Oh yes...I'm working hard on T6: Rogue Future now (Not right now...in a few I'll be playing some Half-Life 2 episode one) but it is immensely enjoyable to write. Derek has a nice ACTION beat I just finished up yesterday that would kick all sorts of ass on the big screen.

[rossbondreturns]

frak this date...frak this date forever!

I might as well be writing this entry in red because it is March 31st and Kate and I have ONE child.

And I tried....I tried so hard. But I couldn't bring the other two back. Their blood is on my fingers to prove it.

I'm going to have to go out back to bury them.

Maybe tomorrow...the forecast is good.

Damn it! Shit...now there's gonna be tear stains all over this page.

I'm Sorry Diary...I'm sorry.

[rossbondreturns]

*The rubble was thick. And the place was decript. Life had long left here. But something was searching through the rubble. It was perfect and although it looked Human it was not. It picked up a large book. Began flipping through the pages. They covered 30 years. And now she had plucked it form the hand of the former leader of the Resistance. From the grasp[ng hand of John Connor. Crushed in the latest battle. Forever buried in the ruins of Washington D. C. Never to know what would happen in the future. From now on....the thoughts that would be shared from this tome would be clouded by an unreality. For the T-X was not John Connor. But its enemy.*

T-X: What is this? It is a weakness.

[Jordan]

Pity...the fact that he was so good with words. He left them in a neat little book, although the pages were weathered, the cover tattered, the writing blurred and even bloodied on some of the pages.

I find it ironic to write when I know that after we are finished, there will be no one to read it.

Useless really. But, if there be someone who finds this...reads this...can comprehend this - there will be no mercy. And, I will not stop until all of you are dead.

And, there's only one way for this to begin. He gave me every date I would need, and I have just the machine....tool...for this to happen.

"Jordan..."

The reply was instantaneous. She walked up and stood before me, I was in awe of my creation. A splendor of beauty mixed in with my impeccable design.

"Are you ready?" I inquired...knowing her answer before she processed it, and then furthered my orders. "The date is April 1st, 2006. You go through. He will be out in the open. Your mission: Terminate John Connor. And, other members of the Resistance."

I watched her go...and it went something like this...
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From the first of many interruptions in your regularly scheduled broadcasts

Skynet

[Jordan]

I smiled as the order was read.

I knew exactly what I had to do. It was quite simple...infiltrate, befriend...annihilate.

I stepped into the center of the room and stood on the 'X'.

The machine started up as I looked straight ahead.

Skynet typed in the coordinates, the date, the time.

I was more than ready.

Skynet finished, set the levers in motion and the sequence was initiated as I watched the lights move in and out around me.

Then a flash of light...the clothes burning off my skin...and then lots of flashes of light.

"Rain? The journal said sunshine..."

I stood to my feet, rain running down my skin, the athletic figure that once belonged to Sergeant Jordan Davis...but I had made her better.

I was better.

Clothes...Hold on...

The lights shown brightly as I acted quickly, throwing my hands up over my eyes to shield them from the impending spotlights.

I scanned the perimeter...fencing...barbwire...

I heard dogs barking.

"What are you doing out of the cellblock? State your number!" the intercom boomed.

Cellblock...?! Screw you, CONNOR!
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One Very Misplaced T-X...