The Truck
By the Gypsy of a Multitude of Colors, MulticoloredGypsy!
If the Matrix was mine, I'd be rich rich rich! But I'm not…you do the math.
Trinity turned the corner and there was her exit. But across the road loomed danger in the form of a truck. It was aimed straight at the phone booth; Trinity knew an Agent was inside. The phone started ringing and Trinity took off, but at the same time, the truck drove forward. She had to get there in time.
The truck was almost there! She picked up the phone, her heart racing. She knew she had made it. But as she raised the phone to her ear, the glass around her shattered into billions of pieces. The glass barely touched her body when the truck hit and Trinity knew it was over. The phone, just inches away from her ear, was knocked out of her hands from the impact of the truck smashing against her body.
She couldn't even scream as her body erupted in an un-familiar pain as she was driven into a wall, which tumbled down, burying her in debris. It isn't real. She tried to convince herself that the pain of her bones breaking but it failed to help her. And when the truck backed out from the wall, she collapsed onto the ground, a burning chest pain preventing her from crying out. Just as an Agent got out of the truck, a piece of debris fell, knocking her on the head, and she lost consciousness.
"We got her." Agent Smith proclaimed with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He looked down at her broken, bleeding body and almost smiled.
"What should we do?" Agent Brown asked, walking to the scene with Jones behind him. "Should we destroy her?"
As Agent Jones drew his gun, Agent Smith held up a hand. "No. Too suspicious. She won't survive." He pulled out a cell phone and dialed three numbers.
"Wonder what happened." Thomas Anderson voiced his thoughts when he saw the ambulance speeding down the street on his way to one of Choi's clubs.
DuJour walked onto the next block and saw a truck in the middle of the road and a huge chunk missing from the building. Laying in the rubble of the building was what looked like a phone booth. "Man, that looks pretty bad." The rest of the group followed.
"Wish I knew what kind of drugs that driver was doing." Brandon, who was always on a new drug each week, asked. Choi smacked him on the head.
"Shut up." He surveyed the scene carefully. "Hey, someone must've gotten hit." He pointed to the crowd of paramedics all standing over something lying in the rubble.
Taryn, the dark haired woman with the nose ring attached to her ear, walked closer to the scene. "Hey, what happened?"
The ambulance driver, having heard her question, stuck his head out the window. "Hit and run, I'll say. Probably some asshole that didn't want the blame to be put on him."
"So someone was hit?" Choi took DuJour's hand and pulled her over to the site. The driver nodded.
"Her pulse is fading." One of the paramedics said, an edge of panic in her voice.
"Don't move her!" A man snapped when another paramedic came out with a stretcher. "I don't know what happened to her. It's safer when we find out."
The first paramedic shook her head. "No. We have to get her to the hospital or we're going to lose her."
Brandon winced when he caught sight of the accident victim as the paramedics put her onto a stretcher. "Ooh, that's gonna be hell to fix."
"What?" Tom walked over to get a better look, but Choi held him back.
"Man, you don't want to see that. Trust me."
Tom tried hard not to laugh. The last time he trusted Choi he ended up spending a week in prison. Choi was a cool guy to hang around, but like everyone else he had his vices, and what horrible vices they were. He never pitied or cared for anyone but himself, DuJour occasionally. The two had been together for a few years and still going strong.
Brandon glanced at his watch and then back at the crowd. "Come on, let's go. If we don't get moving there'll be a line all down the block to get inside."
As the paramedics moved the stretched into the ambulance, Tom noticed the bloody mess of a woman lying on it. She was dressed all in black leather. Beneath the blood, her skin was pale and smooth. Tom couldn't help notice how beautiful she was, had she not just been in an accident.
"Tom, you coming?" Choi called impatiently. Tom took one last look at the ambulance before jogging to catch up with the others.
"Dozer, something happened." Tank called to his brother, who was standing over Trinity, ready to un-plug her from the Matrix. Dozer looked up at the screens and in an instant a look of fear washed over his normally calm features. Trinity's life signals went berserk.
"Oh shit." Switch, who had seen the screen of green scrolling code, was equally shocked as Dozer and Tank. "Mouse, get Morpheus."
"There's no need." Morpheus seemed to appear out of thin air. No one heard him coming. "What is it?"
"Morpheus, there was an accident." Tank didn't take his eyes off the code. "She was almost out when the truck…"
Mouse clenched his fists together at the thought of Trinity, the strongest of them all, meeting her end like that. "She's alive?"
"Barely." Dozer observed.
"There's an ambulance." Tank said, his voice shaking. Morpheus came over to his side and placed a had on Tank's shoulder.
"Why didn't the Agent's finish her?" Mouse wondered. Normally they would have shot her, had they seen she was still alive.
Morpheus's eyes didn't move from the code. "Because they know something we don't."
The room was white, an almost blinding white. What was she doing here? An all white place, it was vaguely familiar, like déjà vu. She was lying down, but her body was numb. Why? What had happened to her. Her eyes darted around the room for something to help answer her questions.
A door creaked opened, catching her by surprise, causing her to jump. The slight motions send a wave of pain through her body. She shut her eyes and moaned. Whatever happened to her, she hoped she was in some type of hospital because she felt like she needed all the doctors in the world to make her feel better.
"You're finally up, Eve." A woman said all too cheerfully to sound normal. She wore all white to match the room. She walked over to a machine and closely observed what it read, and then moved back to the bed.
"Eve?" She instantly regretted speech, now learning the hard way that even the slightest action caused her a great amount of pain.
The woman in white nodded. "Who did you think you were?" 'Eve' refrained from shrugging her shoulders, imagining how it would hurt. She could do nothing more than stare blankly at the woman in the room.
"Don't try to speak," Now she tells me. Great timing. "I'll answer all your questions." She glanced at the papers at the end of Eve's bed. "You were in a car accident. You were driving along when another car crashed into you. If you had worn your seatbelt you probably would have be this bad."
"Why can't I remember it?" Eve's voice was hoarse from being silent for god knows how long. She tried but couldn't remember anything involving her driving in a car.
The woman in white, who Eva assumed to be a nurse, put the papers back in the folder and grinned. "There have been many cases where accident victims don't remember what happened. It was just the shock of it all."
Eve's body tensed when she tried to remember before the accident. She found her eyes filled with tears.
"How come I can't remember anything?"