urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylereese Kyle Reese Kyle Reese 2008-09-06T09:19:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylereese:540 2008-09-06T09:19:07Z 2008-09-06T09:19:07Z <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/tenwordstories/421341.html">When she said 'hot dogs', they aren't really <i>dogs</i>, right?</a> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylereese:395 2006-09-08T12:17:24Z 2006-09-08T12:17:24Z Memories. Broken. Fragmented.<br /><br />I remember dying. I remember fighting the Terminator.<br /><br />Trying to protect Sarah.<br /><br /><i>"Come on, motherfucker."</i><br /><br />I remember dying, and white light.<br /><br />Pain.<br /><br />But...I shouldn't feel pain if I'm dead, right?<br /><br />I open my eyes, to the familiar surroundings of my world. Of the future that is to come. I know what has happened, at least, I think I do. Somehow instead of dying I've gone foward to my time.<br /><br />Did I beat the Terminator? Did it get Sarah?<br /><br />No, it couldn't have. If she were dead, this future would not exist. I realize a few things now, looking back on my time with Sarah, and the time spent here before.<br /><br />I know why John gave me that picture of her so long ago.<br /><br />I am his father.