Prologue: The Terminator
Tahu woke with a start. A loud, unexpected noise had snatched him out of a pleasant dream and dropped him back into a not-so-pleasant reality. Tahu looked around the room. It was empty, for now. The same noise that he had heard moments ago was heard once again, only this time it was closer. The room shook, bits of plaster fell from the crumbling ceiling, and the light bulb flickered like a candle.
Tahu looked up at the light bulb. “I'm so careless!” He thought. “Why in Mata Nui's name did I turn that light bulb on? This house has been abandoned for years, and now somebody is coming to investigate the source of the light! What can I do?”
Tahu heard the noise once again. It was defiantly the sound of footsteps. Very heavy footsteps. They drew closer and closer. More plaster fell from the ceiling, and the light bulb continued to flicker on and off. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.
“Somebody is right outside the door!” Tahu thought. If he hadn't been made out of plastic, he would have been sweating in fear.
Without warning, the door burst open, causing an extraordinarily large chunk of plaster to fall from the ceiling. It hit the floor and shattered, causing a mushroom cloud of dust to rise up into the air. Tahu started to cough uncontrollably. When the dust settled, he saw an ominous figure looming over him. It was a human clad in some kind of black body armor. Its face was obscured by a helmet and a balaclava.
The tall figure looked down at Tahu and laughed a cliché, evil-sounding laugh. “I've got you now!” It said, in a cliché, evil-sounding voice. It raised a cliché, evil-looking gun (which was undoubtedly loaded with cliché, evil-looking bullets).
Tahu wanted to run, but he couldn't. It seemed as if his plastic joints were suddenly frozen. Now he knew how the T-1000 must have felt, shortly before being blown to smithereens by Arnold Schwarzenegger.
The human continued to laugh like a cheesy comic book villain. The laughter was so loud that the entire room seemed to tremble. Evidently it was also so annoying that the last remaining piece of ceiling plaster decided to commit suicide. It landed squarely and conveniently on his helmeted head. Apparently startled by the room's sudden retaliation, the human fired his gun several times. By chance, one bullet struck the light bulb. The light bulb took offense to being shot at, and responded by exploding in a fantastic shower of sparks, leaving the room shrouded in darkness.
Wasting no time, Tahu darted towards the door. “Hasta la vista, baby!” He yelled triumphantly as he exited the building and vanished into the night.
Edited by MisterMatoro, Oct 15 2011 - 07:50 PM.