In need of help
T-800 brushed the glass off of himself and stepped back into the musical theatre, picking up his shotgun. He didn`t see Johnny anywhere, but then he heard a bike passing by. He quickly got on his motorcycle and sped into the traffic, eyes scanning the crowd.
Then he saw Johnny and his attacker. Johnny was riding as fast as he could with his Harley, throwing fire balls towards the machine-cop, hoping to get rid of him. His attacker had gotten himself a truck, so Johnny did his best to get away.
Seeing the biker behind him, the cop tried to ram him against the concrete walls, but the T-800 sped by.
He rode alongside Johnny, who was looking already like a flaming skeleton. He grabbed Johnny`s jacket and hauled him roughly onto the bike in front of him. Johnny`s own bike was crushed by the truck.
Johnny automatically took over the bike, letting the taller man fire some shots towards their pursuer.
Johnny swerved quickly to the right, where the truck couldn`t follow. It smashed into the concrete sides, tearing a hole into the gas tank. A spark from the ignition lit it and the whole truck exploded with a loud kaboom in a fiery inferno.
They pulled on the brakes, turning around. Johnny noticed, that T-800 was doing a strange twirling thing with the shotgun, and he was firing it with one hand. How could he do that?
A burning tire rolled slowly out of the fire and T-800 was aiming his shotgun at it. After a moment, when nothing else happened, he relaxed and flipped the shotgun back into the holster of the bike.
They rode off, leaving nothing behind them but a burning wreckage and melted metal.
Johnny stopped the bike in a small alley, and turned to gaze at the T-800. "What was that?" he asked.
"Another Terminator," answered the T-800 calmly, and began reloading the shotgun with shells from his pockets.
"Shit," Johnny swore, walking slowly around him. He touched the leather jacket, finding several holes in it. The holes were bloody.
The Terminator suddenly turned around, his eyes scanning the alley.
"Come on. We have no time to lose."he said, helping Johnny back to the bike. His large palm almost covered Johnny`s hand, which felt delicate to his grip.
"But I thought it was dead."Johnny said. T-800 looked at him with something like pity.
"No." was all he would say.
It was several miles away from the highway before Johnny asked another question. "So this guy is also a Terminator, like you?" he asked, holding onto his muscled waist tighter.
"Not like me. He is T-1000, a prototype model."he said.
"What is that?" Johnny asked.
"Liquid metal," came the calm answer.
"So this guy is more advanced than you?" asked Johnny, his mouth going dry.
"Affirmative."
"Can we stop by my house? I need to pick some things..."Johnny asked.
"Negative. The T-1000 would definitely be waiting for you there." said the Terminator.
"You sure?" Johnny asked. He turned his icy eyes to Johnny.
"I would."
"What about my friends?"
"T-1000 will kill everyone you have touched or talked with."
"We have to go and save my friends!" Johnny was dead-serious. "Let`s go and find the tour-bus!"
"Negative. T-1000 would already be there."he said in his gravely tone.
Johnny got an idea. "I order you to help me and save my friends!"
The Terminator only nodded.
"Who would the T-1000 attack first?" asked Johnny.
"Your girlfriend. Or ex, if you have one. Then all your other friends."
They stopped by a phone cabin about five kilometers from the centre of New York. Johnny dug into his jacket, but he had lost his wallet during the fight against T-1000.
"You got a quarter?" he turned toward T-800.
Without a word, the Terminator smashed his large fist into the change drawer, spilling all kinds of smaller money to the floor. Silently he picked one up and handed it to Johnny. Johnny Blaze shook himself and put the money in the slot.
The phone rang once, then twice. Suddenly there was Roxanne`s voice. "Hello?" she said. Johnny sighed in relief.
"Roxanne? You okay?" Johnny asked worriedly.
"Blazey, is that you?" Roxanne asked. Something wasn`t quite right.
*She never calls me Blazey...*Johnny thought.
"Yeah," Johnny answered.
There was a little relieved noise on the other end. "Oh, thank God, Blazey. I was worried, I heard, what happened on the Rammstein show. Do you wanna come to me? Where are you?"
Johnny covered the phone with his hand." There`s something wrong. When we broke up, she hated me..."he mouthed at the Terminator.
He took the phone away from Johnny and held it to his ear. "Blazey?" Roxanne asked again. "Where are you? Are you all-right?"
Then, to Johnny`s shock, he opened his mouth and imitated Johnny`s voice perfectly. "I`m fine."
He hung up the phone. "Your ex is dead."
The Terminator and Johnny stopped at the gates of Hell`s Kitchen hotel.
"Why are we stopping here?" the Terminator asked.
"We are going to save my friends, that band, Rammstein. Since my ex is dead, they`re the next target."
"Okay." was the only answer.
"And one thing more- you will not l anyone!"
"I will not kill anyone,"he said impatiently.
"You swear?" Johnny Blaze asked. The Terminator turned around, a know forming in between his eyebrows.
"What?" he asked. This human used sometimes weird phrases.
Johnny sighed deeply. "Just put your hand up and say- I swear I will not kill anyone."
"I swear, I will not kill anyone."
"Good. Now, let`s find my friends..."