The Matrix: Early Adventure #1
I don't own any of these characters, except for Dejavu. And I am not a racist in any way.
Don't give me bad reports cause I don't know much about basketball. And also, I am going to add more to this, cause I'm still working on it.
Chapter 1: Dejavus story
John Jaxon, a fifteen year old kid that loved basketball, he was tall for his age, about six-2. That was all he could think of in his childhood, was basketball, and other sports. His father died in an airline accident when he was nine and all he could think about since was his love for basketball. He had a secret life though, only at night, he was a hacker by night, and a sports champ by day. Right now he was in a basketball game, and his team was winning. It was the middle of his season and his team was number five on the charts in all of high-school basketball. Saydese High school, not the best place to go to school at unless you love sports. And that was just what John was, a sports fanatic. That kid was nothing but crazy about football, basketball, the works.
"Run, kid! Run!" Shouted Mr. Bailey the basketball head coach his fat belly jiggling up and down as a leaped tiny leaps in excitement, to John Jaxon, a fifteen year old kid that loved basketball. Mr. Baley was a big man, with large red cheeks, tiny eyes, and the brownest hair you've ever seen, but he had the softest heart. John shot down the court dribbling like crazy, passing the ball through his legs, around his waste and finally shot the basketball strait at the goal. The basketball soared up to the rim and spun around a bit, then it fell into the net and the horn for the end of the game blew. The score was 8 to 6, John's team had won, and it was all because he made that shot. His teammates ran up to him, high-fiving him, doing secret handshakes, and saying things like, "Alright, dude! You did it!" and "Hey man, I'm your new best friend!" or "Dude, that was soo sweet!"
The coach ran over to him and high-fived him, saying, "I just knew that extra practice I gave you kids would pay off!" then he laughed a big hearty laugh and walked toward the locker room. A grin broke out on Johns face and he watched all the kids start dancing around, celebrating. The other team wasn't happy though, there coach was over with the other team saying things like "We'll get 'em next time kids." And they would say, "Yeah!" and shake there fists in the air.
Meanwhile John and his team went to go celebrate at the Heavenly Ice ice cream shop. The boys all stuck there tongues in the vanilla ice cream scoops stacked up on there cones. John was sitting there talking to his friends when a hand touched his shoulder, John turned his head and looked at the hand and then looked at who the hand belonged to. It was a man, a black man, about six feet tall and about middle-weight, but you could tell he had muscles under his large black-leather trench-coat. Other than the black leather trench-coat he wore a black shirt under his coat, some black leather pants, and black boots. Also, for eyewear, he wore some fancy glasses that had no bridge, they were merely those kind that you clamp onto your nose, and the lenses were kind that were silvery-shiny, and you could see your reflection in them. Out of the blue the man said, "John," and all this time John's thinking How does he know my name? "Come with me." Said the man.
Johns friend eyed the man whispering, "Dude, are you really going to follow him?" "Yeah, it doesn't look like he's giving me a choice." Said John. The man said, "I know what you are thinking, John." His words were spaced out, and he was very polite, like one of those self checkout computers at the supermarket. John stood up, leaving his ice cream on the counter. The man lead John outside, where a black car with windows so tinted that you couldn't see through them waited. "Get in." said the man. John reluctantly got into the backseat of the car, with the cold fingers of fear creeping up around his waste and legs. Thoughts ran through Johns head, was he being kidnapped? As soon as John stepped into the car the man in the trench-coat closed his door for him and went around to the other side of the car, got in beside John, and whipped out cell phone.
"Operator." Said the man on the other end of the line. "Tank, we've got him." Said the guy in the trench-coat. "Okay, there's an empty warehouse three blocks down from where you are, there's a hard-line there so you can get out quick." Said the man on the other end. Inside of the car, there were two more people, a black woman, about in her twenties, but rather good looking to white people too, she dressed in a crocodile skin trench-coat, with a tan shirt under that, and she, too, wore sun glasses, but these were the regular kind. The other person, who was driving, was a man, about in his twenties, too. He wore a white trench- coat, with a white shirt under that, and white pants, he wore sunglasses too. The man in the black trench coat put his cell phone away and said to the driver, "There's a warehouse three blocks down from here, now drive!" The car screeched and took off down the street at what had to be more than at least eighty miles per hour.
"Sorry," said the man in the black trench coat, "You must be confused, we are going to rescue you, from this world. My name is Morphius, this is Niobe," he motioned to the black woman, "and this is Saraph," he motioned to the driver. "But Saraph is of this world, he is a program, you will understand this in due time John." John was confused, saved from what? And why did Morphius call Saraph a program? He looked just as real as anyone else he had seen. They pulled up to the warehouse Morphius had spoken of and all of them got out of the car and went inside of the warehouse. When they were inside of the warehouse and on the top floor, there was a large machine waiting for them. There were two chairs in the middle of the room and a small coffee table in between them. A glass of water was sitting on the table. "Sit down." Said Morphius touching the chair he implied John to sit in. John stood there for a second, then he sat down after thinking that maybe this was a hidden camera show or something. Saraph stood by the door, as if watching for something, while Niobe sat down on a stool and started punching buttons on the machine.
"Have you ever had a dream, John, that you thought was so real when you woke up you couldn't tell the real world from the dream world?" said Morphius going back into that "Self-checkout machine Speech" again. John tilted his head to the right and furrowed his brow. "You've been living in a dream world, John. You, your family, every one you know, are living in the same dream world you are. I didn't believe it myself, John, until I saw the fields with my very own eyes. So, it all boils down to this" Morphius held out his hands revealing two pill-like objects "you take the red pill, you see how far this "Rabbit Hole" goes, you take the blue pill, you wake up in your bed tomorrow and forget this ever happened."
John started to go for the red pill when Morphius reminded him "You must remember, John, that you cannot go back once you have started." Still John continued to stretch his hand out for the red pill. Once John had it, he picked up the glass of water on the coffee table in between him and Morphius, and put the pill in his mouth, and then he took a sip of water and swallowed. As soon as John did this Morphius nodded at Niobe, then Niobe started punching buttons again. Suddenly, a strange invisible substance started creeping up his legs, slowly ate first, then a little faster. "The dream world is called the Matrix, I cannot tell you what it is, you have to see it for yourself." Said Morphius.
The next thing John knew he was submerged in some sort of thick, liquid. Though he could breathe, he didn't know how he was breathing inside of this strange substance. Then he noticed that above him there were tons of little things that looked like bubbles.
John reached up out of his little bubble thing, and realized that all of the little bubble things were glass cylinders filled with the same strange substance he was in. Then all of a sudden he realized that he was naked, and there were people in the other cylinders, also naked.
Then he saw a mechanical looking thing hovering up to his cylinder, the thing grabbed him by the neck and took something out of the back of his head. Then he felt the liquid substance draining out the back of his cylinder, and he was going with it. He felt weak. He slid down a giant tube for what seemed like minutes and at the end of the tube he shot out of it, fell about thirty feet, and splashed into some more weird substance.
Another robot looking thing with a metal wire came out of a hole in the ceiling and lowered down into the liquid. Then John felt cold metallic arms wrapping around him and pulling him up towards the ceiling. It pulled him through the hole it came out of and laid him down on a rugged metal floor. John heard a voice say, "Welcome, to the real world." Then John passed out from the cold he was feeling.
I don't own any of these characters, except for Dejavu. And I am not a racist in any way.
Don't give me bad reports cause I don't know much about basketball. And also, I am going to add more to this, cause I'm still working on it.
Chapter 1: Dejavus story
John Jaxon, a fifteen year old kid that loved basketball, he was tall for his age, about six-2. That was all he could think of in his childhood, was basketball, and other sports. His father died in an airline accident when he was nine and all he could think about since was his love for basketball. He had a secret life though, only at night, he was a hacker by night, and a sports champ by day. Right now he was in a basketball game, and his team was winning. It was the middle of his season and his team was number five on the charts in all of high-school basketball. Saydese High school, not the best place to go to school at unless you love sports. And that was just what John was, a sports fanatic. That kid was nothing but crazy about football, basketball, the works.
"Run, kid! Run!" Shouted Mr. Bailey the basketball head coach his fat belly jiggling up and down as a leaped tiny leaps in excitement, to John Jaxon, a fifteen year old kid that loved basketball. Mr. Baley was a big man, with large red cheeks, tiny eyes, and the brownest hair you've ever seen, but he had the softest heart. John shot down the court dribbling like crazy, passing the ball through his legs, around his waste and finally shot the basketball strait at the goal. The basketball soared up to the rim and spun around a bit, then it fell into the net and the horn for the end of the game blew. The score was 8 to 6, John's team had won, and it was all because he made that shot. His teammates ran up to him, high-fiving him, doing secret handshakes, and saying things like, "Alright, dude! You did it!" and "Hey man, I'm your new best friend!" or "Dude, that was soo sweet!"
The coach ran over to him and high-fived him, saying, "I just knew that extra practice I gave you kids would pay off!" then he laughed a big hearty laugh and walked toward the locker room. A grin broke out on Johns face and he watched all the kids start dancing around, celebrating. The other team wasn't happy though, there coach was over with the other team saying things like "We'll get 'em next time kids." And they would say, "Yeah!" and shake there fists in the air.
Meanwhile John and his team went to go celebrate at the Heavenly Ice ice cream shop. The boys all stuck there tongues in the vanilla ice cream scoops stacked up on there cones. John was sitting there talking to his friends when a hand touched his shoulder, John turned his head and looked at the hand and then looked at who the hand belonged to. It was a man, a black man, about six feet tall and about middle-weight, but you could tell he had muscles under his large black-leather trench-coat. Other than the black leather trench-coat he wore a black shirt under his coat, some black leather pants, and black boots. Also, for eyewear, he wore some fancy glasses that had no bridge, they were merely those kind that you clamp onto your nose, and the lenses were kind that were silvery-shiny, and you could see your reflection in them. Out of the blue the man said, "John," and all this time John's thinking How does he know my name? "Come with me." Said the man.
Johns friend eyed the man whispering, "Dude, are you really going to follow him?" "Yeah, it doesn't look like he's giving me a choice." Said John. The man said, "I know what you are thinking, John." His words were spaced out, and he was very polite, like one of those self checkout computers at the supermarket. John stood up, leaving his ice cream on the counter. The man lead John outside, where a black car with windows so tinted that you couldn't see through them waited. "Get in." said the man. John reluctantly got into the backseat of the car, with the cold fingers of fear creeping up around his waste and legs. Thoughts ran through Johns head, was he being kidnapped? As soon as John stepped into the car the man in the trench-coat closed his door for him and went around to the other side of the car, got in beside John, and whipped out cell phone.
"Operator." Said the man on the other end of the line. "Tank, we've got him." Said the guy in the trench-coat. "Okay, there's an empty warehouse three blocks down from where you are, there's a hard-line there so you can get out quick." Said the man on the other end. Inside of the car, there were two more people, a black woman, about in her twenties, but rather good looking to white people too, she dressed in a crocodile skin trench-coat, with a tan shirt under that, and she, too, wore sun glasses, but these were the regular kind. The other person, who was driving, was a man, about in his twenties, too. He wore a white trench- coat, with a white shirt under that, and white pants, he wore sunglasses too. The man in the black trench coat put his cell phone away and said to the driver, "There's a warehouse three blocks down from here, now drive!" The car screeched and took off down the street at what had to be more than at least eighty miles per hour.
"Sorry," said the man in the black trench coat, "You must be confused, we are going to rescue you, from this world. My name is Morphius, this is Niobe," he motioned to the black woman, "and this is Saraph," he motioned to the driver. "But Saraph is of this world, he is a program, you will understand this in due time John." John was confused, saved from what? And why did Morphius call Saraph a program? He looked just as real as anyone else he had seen. They pulled up to the warehouse Morphius had spoken of and all of them got out of the car and went inside of the warehouse. When they were inside of the warehouse and on the top floor, there was a large machine waiting for them. There were two chairs in the middle of the room and a small coffee table in between them. A glass of water was sitting on the table. "Sit down." Said Morphius touching the chair he implied John to sit in. John stood there for a second, then he sat down after thinking that maybe this was a hidden camera show or something. Saraph stood by the door, as if watching for something, while Niobe sat down on a stool and started punching buttons on the machine.
"Have you ever had a dream, John, that you thought was so real when you woke up you couldn't tell the real world from the dream world?" said Morphius going back into that "Self-checkout machine Speech" again. John tilted his head to the right and furrowed his brow. "You've been living in a dream world, John. You, your family, every one you know, are living in the same dream world you are. I didn't believe it myself, John, until I saw the fields with my very own eyes. So, it all boils down to this" Morphius held out his hands revealing two pill-like objects "you take the red pill, you see how far this "Rabbit Hole" goes, you take the blue pill, you wake up in your bed tomorrow and forget this ever happened."
John started to go for the red pill when Morphius reminded him "You must remember, John, that you cannot go back once you have started." Still John continued to stretch his hand out for the red pill. Once John had it, he picked up the glass of water on the coffee table in between him and Morphius, and put the pill in his mouth, and then he took a sip of water and swallowed. As soon as John did this Morphius nodded at Niobe, then Niobe started punching buttons again. Suddenly, a strange invisible substance started creeping up his legs, slowly ate first, then a little faster. "The dream world is called the Matrix, I cannot tell you what it is, you have to see it for yourself." Said Morphius.
The next thing John knew he was submerged in some sort of thick, liquid. Though he could breathe, he didn't know how he was breathing inside of this strange substance. Then he noticed that above him there were tons of little things that looked like bubbles.
John reached up out of his little bubble thing, and realized that all of the little bubble things were glass cylinders filled with the same strange substance he was in. Then all of a sudden he realized that he was naked, and there were people in the other cylinders, also naked.
Then he saw a mechanical looking thing hovering up to his cylinder, the thing grabbed him by the neck and took something out of the back of his head. Then he felt the liquid substance draining out the back of his cylinder, and he was going with it. He felt weak. He slid down a giant tube for what seemed like minutes and at the end of the tube he shot out of it, fell about thirty feet, and splashed into some more weird substance.
Another robot looking thing with a metal wire came out of a hole in the ceiling and lowered down into the liquid. Then John felt cold metallic arms wrapping around him and pulling him up towards the ceiling. It pulled him through the hole it came out of and laid him down on a rugged metal floor. John heard a voice say, "Welcome, to the real world." Then John passed out from the cold he was feeling.