James-Golding

CW, realistic description of injuries and blood, death. One of the most useful benefits of a secure pre-war world is the testing of new means of infiltration and destruction. Among eight billion unsuspecting doomed people, no one will notice one or two terminators. Even a hundred, although Skynet was aware of the risks of detection by humans and approached the process very strictly, with all the care inherent in artificial intelligence. The obvious advantage was time - the slightest change in the past was instantly reflected in the future. Skynet has been experienced enough to pull strings in the past to make changes comparable to very high-quality surgery. Terminators of the new 900 series were supposed to be twice as good as the T-800, not only in terms of power and strength characteristics, but also in their incredible ability to integrate into human society. Equipped with special Replicative Infiltration Package software, the Nine Hundreds not only imitated the chosen person

Everything went wrong when Kevin saw the bodies. Brad's brain couldn't accurately describe the situation, and the parasite sighed mentally. The only way Brad could say about it was the strange word “force majeure.” Brad and Kevin, old acquaintances, met on Friday at a bar, chatted, drank heavily, broke several mugs, groped the waitress and, drunk, even tried to flirt on each other, although both had their own girlfriends. Both were abandoned by their lovers and drowned their grief in alcohol. Kevin left in a taxi, barely moving his tongue and waving his arms, and Brad went to the toilet, barely hitting the urinal. There, three people overtook him at once, they knocked him to the floor, one of the attackers sat on his back, twisting his arms, the other tightly held the worn sneakers that were worn from side to side while Brad tried to get out. His vision was very narrow and blurred, so he did not see the third - a young guy with a handsome face opened his mouth unusually wide, and bent

CW, realistic description of injuries and blood, death. Target terminated. After this inscription appeared before his eyes, all meaning of further existence disappeared. It completed it's mission. The body of the murdered man was still swaying, but his heart had already stopped and his brain was dead. The terminator's pistol clanged to the floor, its owner quickly turned away and walked out the door. Having scanned the corridor and the bodies lying in it, the machine made sure that none of the bodies were alive. The Terminator walked past them, leaving bloody prints on the floor and kicking down the spent cartridges and weapons. It's chest was riddled with bullet marks, and silvery metal was visible in several places. The cheek was torn open, and through the skin one could see the servos that set the metal jaw in motion. Short hair was burned, in some places the bullets tore out shreds of skin, exposing the metal of the skull, one of the eyes leaked out, from under it, in the

Everything happened almost instantly. Another sunny day on the deserted coast seemed completely ordinary, the bright sun reflected in the water. The waves swayed lazily as they hit the shore, creating noise. The strong wind either died down or blew in the other direction, pressing the short grass to the ground. Foreshadowing something terrible, the weather changed sharply, the sun disappeared behind a cloud, the wind grew colder, and tension arose in the air. The smell of ozone appeared in the air, lightning rose from the ground, leaving a mark on the grass, then another, a third, a fourth. Small lightning struck one point at a height of one and a half meters above the ground, the wind intensified, and the waves crashed noisily on the shore. A strange ball appeared at the point of attraction of the lightning, it expanded from the size of a tennis ball wider and wider as the lightning continued to touch it. With a loud noise, the ball exploded and an unknown object landed on the

CW: Description of injuries Being an excellent surfer, Kyle is used to falling. The first thing you learn when you climb on a board is how to fall off it so as to remain intact. Sometimes he stayed too long on a wave and it knocked him down, sometimes he slipped, feeling the board move away from under his feet. Once he was hit by a dolphin jumping out of the surf, and he spent a long time in the hospital with fractures and bruises, becoming an Internet celebrity. All bandaged, with a plastered arm, burning eyes and a wide smile. A month later, while surfing, he hit a rock that emerged from the water, leaving a crack in his leg and spraining his ankle, but he did not stay in bed for long. He invariably stood on the board, setting an example for others, because riding the wave he felt like a god, and this feeling was indescribable and unique. This time was to be no different. Having got used to regular walks, he visited his secret place not far from the city on foot - a closed beach.

Learning took about a day. His bed was wide, he loved to spread his muscular body on it, and lying on his back he slept with his mouth open. Reality was reflected in his dream, he heard a slight hissing, in his dream it foreshadowed alarm. Something long and slippery slid along his body, rising to his throat, and although in reality it was a long worm, in his dream it was a hose and he was twitching like mad to free himself from its bonds. His body let out a slight groan and tensed, but his reflexes were strong and did not allow him to raise his hands and throw the worm off him. It slid higher and found the perfect hole for penetration. In the dream, the hose got into his mouth, and he couldn’t do anything about it, no matter how hard he tried to resist, he continued to moan, feeling how the hose penetrated deeper and deeper. Something foreign penetrated inside, he tried to scream and finally opened his eyes. There was no hose, but the discomfort remained. He tried to raise his hand,

The boat appeared unnoticed. Over the course of the hour, Jared lifted his head and scanned the horizon a few times, taking a nap and earning a natural tan was very nice, but he didn't like being in the dark. He was used to being in control, looking out over the empty beach and the hazy calm sea. The eye caught on a small, barely noticeable dot, but he quickly forgot about it. Until the next look at the sea. The dot got a little bigger until it was obvious that it was a boat. There was no wind, and quietly swaying it was pulled to the shore by the current and the tide, it seemed to him that the boat was completely empty. The third time he woke up, when the tide began to tickle his feet, noon was long gone and the sun was gone, he too should have gone home. He stood on the sand and stretched out, his whole body tensed, stiff muscles tensed and woke up. He yawned and looked back. The boat stuck to the sand, it was rocked by the oncoming wave, from here one could see the leg thrown on

Everything went on as usual. Until a certain point. They went on vacation together, looking forward to a great weekend. Both smiled broadly, joked, the wind tousled their hair and blew powerful bodies, there was no reason to wear T-shirts and they were not embarrassed by anyone. Both fueled each other's playful mood. For the night they found a great place to rest in a wide glade and spent the evening playing and teasing each other. The portable beer cooler was a quarter empty by midnight as they lay down on the ground watching the starry sky and shooting stars. One of the stars fell pretty close, but both of them didn't want to interrupt their rest and push through the forest in search of him. Instead, they fell asleep in the trunk of the car huddled together. Strange feelings of either friendship or love leaped up in both, but neither one nor the other dared to confess to each other. Larry slept through the morning without even noticing that Paul had left. After a day of outdoor

He pressed his back against the rock. The sharp edges pricked him painfully in the back, but that was the last thing to worry about. The sun's rays, once soft and pleasant, now burned his skin. A lump formed in his throat that drowned out his cry, a cold sweat ran down his face, his heart pounded dully in his chest drowning out the sound of the waves, in his head a hurricane of confused thoughts mixed with the picture that froze in his eyes. The feeling of the unreality of what happened was in sharp contrast to the dull beats of the heart, the dry throat and the burning sand on the feet. Nathan glanced at the sand and saw his own footprints - the carefree gait that had brought him here, then a sharp thud back at the very spot where his bare foot had dug deep into the sand, and here he was. He lifted the cross from his chest and kissed it, a pointless act considering he had never been a believer, but it gave him hope. Following this, logic came into play - this could not be, he