05-22-2016, 06:40 PM
The fluorescent light hurt Marcus’s marble blue eyes again, as the rather strong man tried to determine Omni’s ploy to bring him back here
But why did the physically appealing man feel a sense of dread? Dread was supposed to be that dagger that cut into his human heart when he laid on the freezing cold table that dreary night.
That dread that he had lost more than he had gained..
The pain of loss, betrayal and heartache that he wasn’t supposed to feel.
And yet..
He was controlling his body but it still felt like Skynet was a mere owner playing “puppeteer” over his own body. His lust to kill John Connor for trapping him up on a missile silo.. The Resistance ripping the one person who gave a shit about him..
Only he could realize that he was no longer a pawn of Skynet, only a pawn of himself. What was holding him back?
Like a thick devil on his shoulder, it would be like something too good to sound true for the ex-killer.
“Marcus..”
….
“What the hell are you trying to get across?”
“Come back to us…
“NO WAY… I’m not your toy!
I am here…
I’m everywhere, Marcus. You cannot hide from me.
Instead, a scream was heard from the human man who hurdled his voice throughout the Nexus, echoes that would chase him and force him to keep running from himself.
From Skynet.
But why did the physically appealing man feel a sense of dread? Dread was supposed to be that dagger that cut into his human heart when he laid on the freezing cold table that dreary night.
That dread that he had lost more than he had gained..
The pain of loss, betrayal and heartache that he wasn’t supposed to feel.
And yet..
He was controlling his body but it still felt like Skynet was a mere owner playing “puppeteer” over his own body. His lust to kill John Connor for trapping him up on a missile silo.. The Resistance ripping the one person who gave a shit about him..
Only he could realize that he was no longer a pawn of Skynet, only a pawn of himself. What was holding him back?
Like a thick devil on his shoulder, it would be like something too good to sound true for the ex-killer.
“Marcus..”
….
“What the hell are you trying to get across?”
“Come back to us…
“NO WAY… I’m not your toy!
I am here…
I’m everywhere, Marcus. You cannot hide from me.
Instead, a scream was heard from the human man who hurdled his voice throughout the Nexus, echoes that would chase him and force him to keep running from himself.
From Skynet.
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