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The Terminator: Rewritten III \ Children of the D
"The Terminator: Rewritten III \ Children of the Damned"
Written by David Minter.
Finished 7-11-95.
Based on the movies "The Terminator" @1983 by Carloco
Pictures, and "Terminator 2: Judgment Day" @1991 by
Carloco Pictures, the concept of the Book and Record Set
@1984 by Buena Vista Records, and material from the
collected storylines of "Gremlins: Rewritten," "Critters:
Rewritten," "Gremlins 2: Rewritten," "Night of the Living
Dead: Rewritten," "Bionic Commando: Rewritten," "Star
Wars: Rewritten," and "Return of the Living Dead:
Rewritten," "The Terminator: Rewritten \ Dry Run," and
"The Terminator: Rewritten II \ The Raising of Lazarus"
all written by David Minter @1991, 1992, 1993, 1994, and
1995 by David Minter.
This is the story of "The Terminator: Rewritten III \
Children of the Damned." You can read along with me in
your book. You will know it is time to turn the page when
you hear ARNOLD shout, "I'LL BE BACK!" Let's begin...
now! Remember to turn the page every time you hear the
sound. BRAINS!
GOTCHA!
He stood before one of the many Chump Towers' mall
plans. One of the many Kate-esque concierges came up to
him, worried at his silent, motionless, incessant staring
at the map. Therefore, he needed help, so it was
obviously necessary to boot the offending vagrant off the
premises. "Can you help you, sir?" she asked him
incorrectly, trying to keep him detained long enough for
security to arrive. "No," was his simple response. "What
are you looking for." He paused. "Nothing." He turned
towards her. "I've found it." She brought a hand to her
face at the sight of the gaping bloody holes in his face!
I'LL BE BACK!
THE CONCIERGE WAS STUNNED! "YOU!" she shouted,
pointing at him. She dashed back to her kioski/cubicle
and rang up security. "That mysterious gunman! He's
here, on the seventh floor!" For some odd reason, the
phrase "seventh floor" made the security officers stare
down for a moment before taking guns in hand and running
off. By now, the Terminator's attention had been turned
back to the map. After finally locating the "You are
here" X ( You know how difficult they are to find, even
for a computer! ), it traced the necessary paths and links
to other sides of the solid map. It marked the location
from the map into its vast banks of RAM. It turned and
headed for the elevator. "EVERYONE! LEAVE THE AREA
IMMEDIATELY!" the cop barked his orders through a
bullhorn. Well, they had arrived and they were acting in
character! The Terminator turned ( Forgive the
alliteration. ). The familiar ping of the elevator's
arrival made it turn back. The elevator door opened, and
it stepped in. The cops responded in kind, firing at the
elevator car. While they did miss the Terminator and the
elevator car completely, they did managed to wound 17
innocent bystanders that were unfortunate to not have
escaped in time, and killed 3. I'LL BE BACK!
The security guards dashed towards the elevator in
one huge mass of man. They crashed into the closed doors.
Picking themselves up off the linoleum, one commented,
"Looks like he got away, sir." "HA! The hell he did!
WE'RE COPS! NO ONE GETS AWAY, ESPECIALLY THE INNOCENT!
And every once in a while we catch a guilty guy, too. And
this is one of those times!" The group's leader dug out
his walkie talkie. "Com Central, this is Bad American
Humor. Come in." "Go on, BAH!" "Suspect has entered
elevator on the seventh floor. He's heading up. Stop the
car and bring it back down here." "Roger that, BAH!" The
elevator slowed to a halt in the shaft, stopped
momentarily, and then shook as it went back the way it
came. The elevator returned to the seventh floor. The
officers drew their weapons and aimed them at the doors.
When they opened, they opened fire! They ceased when they
realized that the car was empty! I'LL BE BACK!
"THIS CAN'T BE!" the leader bellowed as he ushered
himself and his men into the now damaged cabin. Their
feet crunched against a rectangular piece of sheet metal
and some shatter glass, plastic, plaster, and metal caused
by their attack. They looked up and saw the exposed shaft
entrance at the top of the cabin. The leader pointed up.
"THERE!" With a few leaps, catches, pulls, and some help
from wounded bystanders, they managed to get to the roof
of the elevator car. And there was the suspect, shimmying
up the cable! "Com Central, this is Bad American Humor.
Hold the car on the seventh floor. We've got him!" The
officers pointed their guns up and took pot shots at the
Terminator. As you've probably guessed by now, this was a
rather terrible idea. Eventually, ricocheted bullets tore
through the cable and the elevator car plummeted down the
shaft! "You know what?" the leader said to his men in the
last few sinking moments of their lives. "I'm beginning
to think that I've made a slight tactical error..." To
prove his point, one of his men put a bullet through his
head before the car, men, wounded bystanders and all,
finally came to a crashing halt at the bottom of the
shaft. All the elevator operator ( AH, AH, AHHHHHHHH! )
could think was, "That's the second time this has happened
since I've worked here..." I'LL BE BACK!
The Terminator was dangling at the end of the
elevator cable. It started slowly dragging its way back
up when another section of the cable snapped. It started
to fall back down the shaft. It maneuvered itself over to
one side of the shaft and dug its digits into the material
there. Gutting groves ( I'm seeing a therapist about my
alliteration... REALLY! ) as it slowed its descent, it
finally came to a stop and started bounding back up the
shaft, digging in with its hydraulic feet as it ascended.
It finally arrived on the proper floor, leapt over to the
other side of the shaft to the closed door, and tore it
off. Leaping onto solid ground, the Terminator surveyed
its surroundings: stunned patrons running away in terror.
It stared down at its damaged hands, the damage evidenced
by the missing layers of artificial epidermal tissue that
had once adorned the ends of its digits. It reached into
its pockets and pulled out black leather gloves, made of
black leather interestingly enough. It donned the gloves,
hiding the damage, and set off down a hallway. I'LL BE
BACK!
Kate and Billy lay nude on the floor of the closet
that they had taken temporary shelter in. She had her
head draped across his manly chest, listening to his
comforting heartbeat, comforting in that fact that he was
alive and back in her arms. She was lazily fondling one
of his manly nipples. Billy was sitting there, thinking
what their next move against the Terminator should be.
The nipple rubbing must have had some effect, because it
elicited a plan from his clouded mind. He sat up, Kate
sprawling from his chest and to the floor. "Sorry, Kate,
but I just thought of something! He's already made a
strike at you, and that failed. He's more than likely
easily recognizable now, so it'll probably not make
another hit on you- er, at you so soon afterwards." He
looked into her eyes, terror filling his own. Kate just
blankly stared back at him. "Don't you see what that
means?" Kate didn't even need to respond; "no" was
written in her eyes, a look that Billy had rarely seen
before. "He'll go after the next target! He'll probably
take him and use him to flush both you, our baby, and me
out of hiding and then eliminate us all! Do you see now,
bitch?! HE'S GOING TO GO AFTER JASON!" I'LL BE BACK!
Kate sat up, stunned, her stunned butt warming a
stunned, cold spot on the linoleum. "We've got to get to
him first!" Billy stood and started to dress. "Exactly!
I'd never thought I'd say this, Kate, but get dressed.
Where is he?" Kate stood and started to dress also, but
before forgetting which story she was in and started to
finger herself. "The last time I saw him was when I
visited him in the nursery." "Then, we'd better get down
there before he... IT does! We must for not just your
sake, mine, his, or our unborn kid's, but for the entire
world... FOR THE SAKE OF THE VERY FUTURE ITSELF!" Can you
think a better way to dramatically end a paragraph? I
thought not, but if you did, send it on the back of a
postcard with your name, address, telephone number, blood
type, bra size/penis size, whichever is applicable ( If
BOTH apply, DO NOT ENTER! ) and your favorite flavor of
wombat to:
SWINDLE
C/O PO PU Box
000 Nonexistent Drive
You're A Fool If You Send One In, Montana 8675309
I'LL BE BACK!
The Terminator stopped just outside of a door. He
detected the electronic impulses, audio and video, from
within. They might interfere with its systems. After
all, it's not UL approved; it doesn't have to accept all
incoming interference. It traced the lead wire to the
room. Turning the corner, he came to the black cable
snaking into a hole drilled into the plaster planks set
into the roof. It reached up, and snatched the wire,
yanking it from its connection... I'LL BE BACK!
Billy and Kate raced to an elevator door. A guard
posted on duty halted them. "I'm sorry, ma'am, be we've
been forced to-" That was when he recognized her. "Mrs.
Peltzer! We've been looking for you!" He fished out his
walkie talkie. "CC! I've located Mother Hen." A higher
ranking guard entered the fray. "Ma'am, your attacker was
last seen heading up the elevator. We've had to shut it
down." That was when he noticed Kate was not alone. "Who
is-" THE GUARD WAS STUNNED! "BILLY!" He looked past
them and saw three others. "DR. LIGHT! ROLL! RUSH!"
Kate and Billy looked behind them, but saw no one. The
guard shook his head, and everyone was gone, soon replaced
by everyone who should have been their, i.e. not strange
Mega Man cameos... wait a minute... "Mr. Peltzer, you're
back?! But, we were informed that you-" "Then it seems
that your reports were wrong and those of my death were
greatly exaggerated. But we've no time for that now!
We've got get into that elevator!" "Can't! As I said,
the suspect has gone up the elevator... the elevator
shaft!" "What?!" "The car became separated from the
cable and crashed at the bottom." "Hmmm. That's the
second time that's happened in five years." "Yes, we
know. We punningly made a reference to it earlier. The
assailant continued up the shaft anyways, most likely
climbing up the remaining cable. The elevator door on the
nineteenth floor has been found ripped off. We think that
he's there, and we've dispatched men to-" Kate turned and
clutched Billy, fearfully. "My God, Billy! The
nineteenth floor is where the day care center-" "I know!
Officer, he's after our son! We've got to follow him."
"Well, there's the stairs over there. If you're that
anxious to go after him, that's the only way." "You stay
down here and make sure that he doesn't come back down."
"Yeah, right! Like I'm going to go up after him! You
Peltzer's don't pay me enough for that!" Kate turned and
looked over that the ascending stairs. Her feet reminded
her of their aches after their races through dark places
up the Chump Towers' stairs back in "Gremlins 2:
Rewritten." Despite their protest, it had to be done, and
Billy and Kate began the grueling dash up 14 ( A multiple
of seven?! DUM, DUM, DUMMMMMMMMMMM! ) flights of stairs.
I'LL BE BACK!
Jason sat in the Chump Tower's Day Care Center, glued
to the television. The number one kid's show on the face
of the planet was on; remember, Chump Towers is the only
cable force left on the planet Earth ever since Billy took
it over. He, like nearly every other child across the
globe who wasn't impoverished or from a third world
country ( GIVE DESPERATELY- GENEROUSLY TO THE CHILDREN!
FOR SALLY STRUTHER'S SAKE! ), was watching "Casper, the
Fucking Ghost." Hey, when you're the ONLY cable network
left, you can dictate the terms. Suddenly, the screen
became all white noise; the cable had gone out. Well,
when you're the only cable network on Earth, there's no
other alternative to switch to. So, Jason went up to the
sitter to look for entertainment. Oddly enough, he was
the only kid left there for the day. There were others
earlier, but they all mysteriously left quickly when they
saw the package in the corner that had been delivered
earlier for a Mister Timothy McVeigh. I'LL BE BACK!
"Need fun!" he grunted mercilessly to the sitter.
"Well, how about some show and tell!" the sitter, who not
only looked like Rick Moranis but WAS Rick Moranis, said.
He went over to his desk, took a potted plant off of it,
and went back to Jason. Jason was enthralled by the
strange plant that looked like some sort of strange venus
fly-trap. "WOW! Where you get it?" Rick suddenly stood
with the plant in hand. The room went dim, except for a
bright spotlight that shone only on him. A group of
backup singers, composed of three black women in white
dresses and the singing group Sha-Na-Na, scurried in
behind him. "DA-DOOP!" "I was walking in the wholesale
flower district that day." "SHOOP, DA-DOOP!" "And I
passed by this place, a colorful backstreet curio shop,
where this old, Chinese man, with a strange head-"
"STRANGE, DA-DOOP!" "He sold me a weird, and exotic
cutting." "SNIP, DA-DOOP!" "Because, you see, somehow he
knew that strange plants are my hobby!" "SHA-NA-NA-NA-NA-
NA-NA-NA, DA-DOOP!" "He did have something there unusual
that day." "OOP, DA-DOOP!" "I didn't see it, so I was
just about to, you know, walk on by." "GOOD FOR YOU!
SHOO-BE-DOO-BE-DO-DA! DO-DA! DOO-WAP!" "When suddenly
and without warning, there was this-" "TOTAL ECLIPSE OF
THE SUN!" "It got very dark! And there was this strange
humming sound, like something flying about the room!"
"DA-DOOP!" "And the lights came on because something
round was blocking the only window. I saw it just zip
away. Then, the old, Chinese man's head was, I could
swear, just landing onto his neck!" "NECK, NECK, NECK,
NECK, NECK, NECK, NECK, DA-DOOP!" "And in his hands, was
this weird plant, just sitting there!" "OOOPSY, DOO!"
"Just, you know, stuck in am-among the fingias." "AUDREY
II!" "I could've sworn it hadn't been there before! Of
course, I could have sworm that the old, Chinese man's
head was floating about the room! "SWORN, DA-ROOM!"
"But, the old, Chinese man sold it to me anyways, for a
$1.95! Then he angrily ordered me to get out!" "ORDERED
ME TO GET OUT, SHA-SHA-SHA-DOOOOOOOOO-OOO-OOOO-OO!" And
before we sink any further into copyright infringement
against "Little Shop of Horrors," a strange man entered
the room, wearing black leather shoes, a black leather
jacket, black leather gloves, and dark sunglasses! I'LL
BE BACK!
Billy and Kate dashed around the final corner. They
had made very good time up the stairs. Despite their
physical weakness and lagging breath, they had all too
important a mission to complete. They ran towards the day
care center only to discover, to their fright, the door
wide open! They paused for a brief, panting moment before
rushing in, hoping that they weren't too late. Well, they
were. The day care center was a mess! Much like Billy's
third home in Kingston Falls had been after the Gremlin
attack there, the place was a shame. An overturned
Christmas street was precariously balanced on its top. A
toilet lay in the center of the room. Large sacks of cash
were strewn about. But this time it wasn't Kate that lay
broken on the floor, it was Rick Moranis! I'LL BE BACK!
They dashed over to the fallen actor. Rushing to
Rick, the scooped him up and began checking into his
health. And if there's one more outbreak of unabashed
alliteration, I'll come down on this script like a ton of
bricks! "Hey, hey! Are you all right?" Rick groaned.
"GROAN! Yeah. I was just tossed about." Kate franticly
looked around for Jason. "Where's my son, Jason?" I'M
WARNING YOU! "I tried to stop him! That's how I was
strewn about. I'll be okay, though, I think." Kate was
hysterical and began shaking Rick. "I don't care about
you! Who did this?" "Some- some guy in black leather
shoes, a black leather jacket- COUGH! black leather
gloves, and dark sunglasses... and it wasn't Steve
Martin..." Kate released Rick and let him drop to the
floor with a THUD that knocked him into unciosuness!
Billy, similarly realizing, reached out and took hold of
her shoulders and then her breasts. "Do you realize what
this means, Kate? THE TERMINATOR HAS GOT OUR SON!"
This is the end of "The Terminator: Rewritten III \
Children of the Damned!" The Terminator has kidnapped the
Peltzers' son?! Will he use him to flush out Kate? Can
it be stopped? Find out next time when the madness
continues on, unabated, in "The Terminator: Rewritten IV \
Double Edged Sword!"
"The Terminator: Rewritten III \ Children of the Damned"
@1995 by David Minter. Based on the movies "The
Terminator" @1984 by Carolco Pictures and "Terminator 2:
Judgment Day" @1992 by Carolco Pictures, the concept of
the Book and Record Set @1984 by Buena Vista Records, and
material from the collected storylines of "Gremlins:
Rewritten," "Critters: Rewritten," "Gremlins 2:
Rewritten," "Night of the Living Dead: Rewritten," "Bionic
Commando: Rewritten," "Star Wars: Rewritten," and "Return
of the Living Dead: Rewritten," "The Terminator: Rewritten
\ Dry Run," and "The Terminator: Rewritten II \ The
Raising of Lazarus" all written by David Minter @1991,
1992, 1993, 1994, and 1995.
"The Terminator" @1984, 1992 by Carolco Pictures.
"Terminator 2: Judgment Day" @1992 by Carolco Pictures.
Buena Vista Records is a subsidiary of Walt Disney.
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