Fight on a concert
"So, what or who are you?" Johnny was walking around in his kitchen. The big muscular biker just was sitting, not moving a single muscle on his face.
"I am the Cyberdyne Systems Model 101 T-800 Terminator." the man stated calmly.
"You`re not a human? You are like a machine underneath?" Johnny walked around him, not even daring to touch this...or him.
"I am cybernetic organism, half-human and half-machine." he growled.
"What does it mean? Who sent you?" Johnny asked.
"I have emotions like humans do. My skeleton is made from metal, but I have also brain and blood and living flesh. And skin. You sent me."
"Me?" Johnny was confused. He couldn`t recall himself even seeing one of those Terminators. "What`s the deal?"
"My mission is to protect you."
Johnny scratched thoughtfully his jaw. "Hmm... protect me, you say?"
"Affirmative."
"So you have to go with me everywhere I go?"
The T-800 simply nodded.
"Who sent you?" Johnny asked suspiciously.
He stared at Johnny, as if it were obvious. "You did. Five years from now, you reprogrammed me to be your protector here, in this time."
" Himmel, Arsch, und Zwirn!" swore Johnny in German language. He walked a bit back and forth and then he got an idea. He turned his piercing blue eyes to T-800 and a smile formed his lips. "Fine. I`ll go to visit friends of mine today. A German band- Rammstein. So you`ll be with me. You have to obey my orders, right?"
"Yes."was all T-800 would say.
Johnny was both excited and afraid...a bit. He was in the presence of a killing machine. Or half-machine... But this machine was almost gentle with him, which threw him off the guard even more. He was handsome, that much was clear, but Johnny had never fancied a woman or man just by their looks. Logan had been strong, yet caring and intelligent. Roxanne was Johnny`s first love and before they split up, they`d been together for about five years. Still, even considering that this man-machine was remotely attractive scared Johnny. He`d never been scared before- not since Zarathos had been inside him. This T-800 was a murderer, a machine! Only partly human!
But there was no denying it. He was handsome.
When Johnny and T-800 arrived to the Jones Beach Theater, the show was going to begin. Since Johnny had back stage passes and an invite to the after party for two, he had no problems to get in with his protector.
But first, he had to teach him, how to behave more like a human.
"Do you know, how to smile?" he asked, not giving a shit about people, who passed by.
"No."
Johnny sighed. Well, how was the Terminator supposed to know it anyway? So he made his best smile. "See?"
T-800 made something similar to a grin. Johnny shook his head. "You should practice behind a mirror."he commented.
Johnny and T-800 headed through the security. They did a quick security check and gave them their passes.
"Well,"said Johnny after looking around,"I don`t see my friends. Do you see anybody?"
"Negative."
As Johnny turned around to head back to another corridor to continue the search, he bounced off a very wide, black chest.
"Gottverdammt!" Johnny swore, as his butt hit the floor. Suddenly his arms were caught and a tall muscular figure pulled him up. Johnny had to blink his eyes several times, because T-800 and the other figure were very similar.
"Sorry," he heard a deep German voice saying.
Johnny stopped instantly and inhaled with a gasp. He followed the black leather vest up to wide shoulders, then to his face.
"Hello, mein Freund," came a deep, friendly voice. "I thought, you`ll never come. The show is about to begin in....zehn minuten."
T-800 looked at Johnny questioningly, so Johnny had to explain. "Till Lindemann it`s Uncle Bob,"
"Uncle Bob?" asked the Terminator with curiosity, when the Till Lindemann had gone to his band mates.
"Well, if you cannot act as a human, I don`t have any use of you."Johnny explained.
Followed by T-800, Johnny went to see the big show. The crowd was huge, but Johnny felt un-easy, like something or someone dangerous was nearby.
On the screen appeared numbers and counting begun...59...58... Johnny looked around, becoming more and more nervous...50...49...
The people around him and the T-800 were yelling "Rammstein! Rammstein!" as the counting closed to zero.
Then there was a loud bang, so loud that Johnny almost lost his hearing. A red puff of smoke was in the air and for a moment everyone was dead silent.
The smoke faded and six men appeared to the stage. The tall singer, dressed like something between a gladiator and leather fetishist, started to sing with his loud voice.
"Nur für mich bist du am Leben
Ich steck dir Orden ins Gesicht
Du bist mir ganz und gar ergeben
Du liebst mich, denn ich lieb' dich nicht..."
Johnny was in the first row, Uncle Bob behind him. Everything seemed to be fine, nothing dangerous inside the younger and older fans, but Johnny`s shoulders begun to smoke. This was a sign, that Zarathos was waking up.
In the corner of his eye Johnny saw a tall, blonde police officer. The man looked directly at him, eyes emotionless.
The police officer started to make his way toward Johnny through the crowd and Johnny moved towards the fire exit.
"Follow me,"he commanded T-800. The man-machine did, as he was told, without asking any questions.
The police officer followed them, knocking some people out of the way. Johnny was getting both nervous and angry, trying to stop his transformation. It wasn`t easy- flames were coming out from his leather jacket and he felt hot waves going through his body.
"... Ich tu dir weh
Tut mir nicht leid
Das tut dir gut
Hört wie es schreit..."was Till Lindemann singing. He saw, that someone was following Johnny, but he couldn`t help his friend. Or could he?
In a split second, he took the bottle with water right next to him and threw it towards the stalker, hitting his head. To his surprise, the weird police officer kept on going through the mass of people.
Till walked next to Richard Kruspe, rolling his eyes. Whatever, they could contact his friend later. But this police officer really was weird.
In the corridor the T-800 pushed Johnny out of the way and took out a huge shotgun.
"Get down,"he barked. Johnny obeyed, ducking down and rolling away.
The Terminator fired the shotgun at the cop, but instead of spraying blood and guts like he should have, it only left a gaping silver hole of a size like a grapefruit. Johnny, now half-transformed and flaming, widened his eyes in disbelief.
The cop reeled backwards, shaking his head for a moment. T-800 seized Johnny by grabbing him by his jacket and pulled him in close, shielding his body with himself.
The blond cop shook himself for the last time and proceeded to empty a full clip of bullets at Johnny`s so-called Uncle Bob. Nothing happened to him, just metal hit metal.
When the cop paused to reload his gun, T-800 opened a door, shoving Johnny inside. Then he turned around and shot the cop four more times, but this only left more silver holes.
Johnny run to the parking place and stepped on his bike, trying to turn it into a gear, but nothing happened.
He tried and tried, swearing like Hell, when he heard the elevator ping. The cop stepped out, his eyes ice cold. Johnny`s infernal flames had died down.
Finally the chain caught and Johnny took off, the weird cop in close pursuit. He risked a glance behind and felt the Demon inside waking up again. Damn, but the cop was fast!
Johnny threw some balls of Hell-flame towards him, but barely missed twice.