"No, not like this," I whispered. It wasn't supposed to end like this. I was supposed to go out fighting, tooth and nail, heroically sacrificing myself so that the others would be able to escape. I shouldn't die, powerless against my attacker, just because I'm unplugged by a traitor. I curl my fingers around Apoc's shirt. He wasn't supposed to die like that either. It's supposed to be messy and painful and worth it. That's what the Oracle had said. But apparently only the big prophecies come true, because Trinity staring at me and Neo is glancing between the two of us.
I can feel Apoc's rough clothes in my hands, the reassuring weight of my own outfit. I can smell the distinct air that seems to come from every run-down abandoned building. I can see the two remaining crew members of the Nebuchadnezzar, and the dilapidated room. I can see the phone that will never ring again sitting on the table. I can hear Trinity's panicked voice as she talks to Cypher, and I can hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears. But none of it is real, and I'm going to die in this fake representation of the world.
I try, but I can't tear my gaze away from Trinity. The dread in her eyes is clear, and my mind is rebelling against the inevitable. It's not supposed to end like this – it won't end like this. I will stay and fight, because it won't matter what happens in the real world. Here in the Matrix, we make our own rules. Here we are free, and I plan on staying. There is a blinding flash of light, and then-
A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue it into a Supernatural crossover? Except, that might take a while as I am currently working on two other projects