Who: Cameron and Allison from Palmdale What: Cameron dreams of the girl whose face she stole, and then wakes up to find she’s made of metal When: Last night Where: The Connor Household Status: complete Rating: R Warnings: Kind of squicky for peeling skin off!
Her name had been Allison. She was from Palmdale, and she was very close to John Connor. Cameron had interrogated her, studied her and learned from her. Learned to be her and mimic her. Cameron wore Allison's face.
To get close to John Connor. Because John was the only hope both her kind and his kind had left. Allison had lied to her. So she snapped her neck.
Cameron woke, feeling heavy and out of sorts. She was disoriented as she stumbled into the bathroom. She'd hurt that girl, killed her, took her face. Tears streaked down Cameron's face as she ripped a razor out of her shaver and sliced it into the skin of her left arm.
The pain was excruciating and welcome. She felt a surge of relief at it, before she saw the glimmer of metal. Cameron tore at the skin of her arm. Metal wires and coltan bones, servos and pullies and artificial joints.
Cameron tore and tore and tore at the skin of her hand, ignoring the pain. Metal fingers slick with blood gleamed back at her, and she flexed her hand. The fingers moved. Cameron started to scream hysterically.