Hello!

I have had this story for years, as with most of my stories. It was hand-written back when I was about fifteen, and just recently, after almost six, did I decide to reread and revamp it. Good god, did it ever need revamping o_o

After much studying and revising, I have managed to make Anti-Christ's Arms into a story that doesn't make me want to cry! And now I share it with you.

Rating M for violence, gore, sexual stuff, and swearing

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this crap except the characters I made up.

As usual, take into consideration that this is a fanfic and thusly will not be perfect. With that in mind, I would love Reviews. It will really help to motivate me to write more.

Thanks :3

My name is Mona. My father is the Merovingian, and thusly I am an Exile by relation. I was never used for anything in the machine, and the Source probably has no real idea that I exist. Which probably for the best; it is well known that they do not like our kind.

Often I wonder why the machine dislike us so much. I understand that we are programs that have completed our purpose and are to be deleted, sent back to the Source. But at the same time, all we really want is to live. I realize how cheesy that sound, but it's true. I've witnessed programs come to us, begging my father to help a relative or lover who faces permanent removal from the database. Their emotion is so pure that it's often moving. Humans are so arrogant to think that they are the only beings who can love.

At the same time, I find love to be more arduous and not worth while than most make it out to be. Perhaps that is due to my parents, whose relationship is more than a little rocky at the best of times. It is said that you learn how to love at home (among many other things), and I guess witnessing my father cheating and my mother taking swift and brutal revenge tainted my outlook on this fickle emotion. Either way, my opinion on it often flip-flops, and I have yet to decide if it's worth the trouble.

My life in general is all over the place, constantly changing. It keeps things interesting, I suppose, but I can't help thinking sometimes that I might rather live a "human" life. Then, whenever I think that, I almost immediately regret it, but one can daydream. Due to my father's "career", he has recruited a fair few Exiles with specialized powers to be his bodyguards, among other things. These Exiles are pretty much my only source of companionship. It isn't a bad thing, seeing as they understand the Matrix and can be pretty entertaining sometimes, but some of them rub me the wrong way. Crow, a rare zombie Exile, merely creeps the hell out of me. Then there are the Virii Twins, who were saved years ago and are quite loyal to my father. Because they are practically his best Exiles, they are almost always ordered to guard me, and I wouldn't mind this so much if they weren't so damn quiet and emotionless. I had heard that they had been ravaged by a virus before my father was able to rescue them, which altered them permanently in many ways. But their tone and perpetual state of annoying calmness drives me insane. About the only thing the two express is entertainment at other people's pain.

I digress. Aside from my annoying protectors, I have managed to find friendship with a couple of the more enjoyable Exiles. Lisa, a vampire, I consider my best companion. Then there's Sid the werewolf, or "Sparky", as we all more commonly call him. He can sometimes be overbearing and aggravating, but is usually very fun to be around. The two of them are also skilled fighters, as are all the Exiles my father keeps with him. There are others, but I shan't bore you with the details of them.

Then there are the "Ones", whom I have been told, by my father, are very annoying. He also told me about the various Ones that had come and gone over the years, and the various Matrixes that had been recreated after each One departed. I never experienced any of that, having been born about ninety years ago, almost right after the sixth Matrix was created. But recently I had the chance to meet the current One, a man named Neo. We only encountered him once, and his loyal followers twice, but they left an impression on both my parents in very different ways. And changed the Matrix forever.

It was only days after the first meeting with Neo that things really started to happen. Really weird reports that some kind of strange program named Smith was causing an intense disruption. We were all practically barred from leaving my father's Chateau due to the fact that a lot of people were being taken over by this rampant Smith guy. Then one night the Merovingian came to us and told us that we were moving to a "hiding place", which turned out to be a sort-of small Matrix affair programmed onto the side of the huge Matrix we all lived in. My father had created it for this sole purpose, and had refrained from telling any of us encase the information got into the wrong hands.

So there we all hid, waiting for the whole thing to tide over. It was a boring and depressing few days, especially since I had left all my programmed pets behind in the world that was destined for reconfiguring. I was impressed with how my father had done with the place, since it was fairly advanced to be able to create a mini-world. Then again, he is one of the oldest programs existing, and it was rumoured that he had a hand in creating the second Matrix attempt, so it is no real surprise that he can manage the code so easily.

For the most part I just hung out with Lisa and Sparky. In a fit of sheer boredom we ended up blasting some Lady Gaga and dancing madly in the living room, which eventually drew out the other Exiles. Aside from that, the few days were dull and dragged on.

Finally my father deemed it safe to venture back to the Matrix, which was all shiny and new. The Chateau he owned was still there, thankfully, and we all settled back into our routine. My father almost immediately began gathering information on what had happened, and if the One had done his duty or not. It was soon discovered that Neo had actually made an agreement with the computer that, if he managed to destroy Smith, anyone who wishes to escape the Matrix will be allowed to without a fight. If this had not occurred, we may never have been able to return to our home, since Smith was intent upon a complete take-over of both the Matrix and the machine.

We all found ourselves strangely grateful towards Neo, a One who did what no other before him was able to do.

The humans of the world go on as usual, as if nothing has happened, because they do not remember that anything did happen. It is like waking from a dreamless sleep for them, a mere blink they can't recall. But we do, and for us life is different. We must adapt to these new surroundings, because with each new Matrix comes new hurtles, more challenges. This is my first lapse through the Matrixes, and for the most part I am quietly lost. But there is no one to turn to.

What else is there for us to do but go on? To fight for the freedom to exist? It is a futile fight I suppose, like the fight for freedom in general, but it is what drives us. But for now I will adjust and learn. Someday I will follow in my father's footsteps and gain power throughout the Matrix and machine, or so he tells me.

Until then, I am an Exile with no purpose, no drive, no passion.