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04-11-2009, 07:52 PM
It's been a while since I've done any Fan Fiction, but I've been writing some stuff for Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles lately so I figured I'd share it with you guys. To start off, I'm going to post a monologue that I feel would've been perfect for Sarah at the beginning of the season finale, "Born to Run."
Sarah: I suppose it’s some kind of twisted irony that I should end up like this. Imprisoned. Chained. Once again condemned for my beliefs… yet again being damned for the life I’m forced to lead. Sometimes having the weight of the world on your shoulders takes so much out of you, you forget just how important that cross you’re bearing really is. I’ve figured this out the hard way. It’s about John; it’s always been about John. And I’ve always been about keeping him safe… keeping him away from vulnerability. And when I drift away from this task… when I begin to think about myself and the decisions I’ve made to keep him safe, and I start to second guess those motives: I start to think I’ve failed at my mission. I guess there’s one thing you could say about the machines. Even when they’re causing death and heartache, they’ll never fail their missions… never get sidetracked. I guess Cameron’s right when she says humans can be inefficient. We can be. So because of my being undeniably human, here I stand: locked in, persecuted, helpless, and hopeless. The only thing keeping me from my son now is the same thing that always did: (long pause) Metal.
I'm going to add more as I polish up the scripts I've been working on--- I'll also eventually post a potential third season opener--- so keep your big ole' Terminator red eyes peeled.
Sarah: I suppose it’s some kind of twisted irony that I should end up like this. Imprisoned. Chained. Once again condemned for my beliefs… yet again being damned for the life I’m forced to lead. Sometimes having the weight of the world on your shoulders takes so much out of you, you forget just how important that cross you’re bearing really is. I’ve figured this out the hard way. It’s about John; it’s always been about John. And I’ve always been about keeping him safe… keeping him away from vulnerability. And when I drift away from this task… when I begin to think about myself and the decisions I’ve made to keep him safe, and I start to second guess those motives: I start to think I’ve failed at my mission. I guess there’s one thing you could say about the machines. Even when they’re causing death and heartache, they’ll never fail their missions… never get sidetracked. I guess Cameron’s right when she says humans can be inefficient. We can be. So because of my being undeniably human, here I stand: locked in, persecuted, helpless, and hopeless. The only thing keeping me from my son now is the same thing that always did: (long pause) Metal.
I'm going to add more as I polish up the scripts I've been working on--- I'll also eventually post a potential third season opener--- so keep your big ole' Terminator red eyes peeled.