A/N: this is my first attempt at a Matrix fanfic. Please enjoy, and know that I do not own the matrix, or the company that made it, or anything as such.
That being said, enjoy! (and please, review!)
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Sweat. The sweet nectar passed down the sides of her temples as the young female typed furiously on her keyboard. Things were always clearer when she was online. Things seemed to fall into place, like the digits of 0 and 1 in basic code, clear with precision and order.
She took a moment to wipe her forehead with the back of her cloth biking gloves, and continued on her slip into the datastream. This, this was real. Nothing else in this world seemed real except what a computer could offer. Not her parents, her friends, even the world that she lived and breathed in. Finally, the script that she'd been searching for came through for her.
"Come on, come on.." she whispered to her burner drive as she uploaded the forbidden fruit of numbers and digits that she'd worked so hard to find. Finally, the disk was completely filled and she sighed, her mission for the night complete.
Sitting back, Saber lazily exited herself out of the port she'd just been in, and covered her tracks with the fake codes of datastream she'd manufactured just for times like this. Closing her eyes, the young hacker looked at the fruit of her labors.
She could get 10 grand for this easily. The only problem was finding a reliable buyer. People could always pull a stunt last minute and try to rob you. The girl nodded off, her hands finishing their furious pace, the computer finally back from its trip into cyberspace.
Sighing, she turned off the computer, then somehow made it into her small bed that sat in the corner. There was no way she'd be able to get up for school now. Oh well if her mom yelled. She didn't care anymore..
These were the young hacker's last thoughts as she drifted off into the nothingness of sleep. After all, she had told herself, hackers don't dream. They only know and rely on the information they had.
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Morning came, and the elusive program sat on the desk on her computer desk still. Glancing at the clock, the young woman sighed. She still had half an hour before she'd have to get up. She had been looking forward to another bellow from her mom.
Getting up, Sarah Kittaning looked in the mirror at herself. Lean, no part of her body heavy, and pale from lack of sun. Fingers whose outlines only showed bone and strong muscles. Yes. She was definitely worthy of the title hacker.
Rummaging through her bureau, Sarah found a black t-shirt and a pair of pants. Slipping into them, she readied herself for school, then went downstairs to grab a bite to eat before she'd have to go to the insane asylum for teens, high school. Her mother was already downstairs.
"You're up early." The disgruntled face gave her that motherly look, then inhaled another puff of her cigarette. "You sick or something?"
"No, mom." Sarah said, pulling out a bowl of cereal and dumping some milk into it. She sat down at the wooden table, the scratches in the surface appearing deeper against the pale light of morning.
"You ought to get more sleep, dear, you look tired-" she reached out with a hand to stroke her daughter's face, but Sarah dodged out of the way slightly, giving her mother a look of defiance.
"I'm fine. Perfectly fine."
"I see. Well, fine then. You won't mind cleaning the dishes when you get home, do you?" She looked Sarah straight in the eyes and gave her a searching look.
"I'll do it," Sarah muttered, cleaning up her dishes and setting them in the sink, where a million more sat. She started to go off, when her mom grabbed her wrist gently. Sarah looked back at her.
"I know you're upset.. I understand that you're mad that your father left us.. but can you at least try to act a little more human? I see the light in your room on at night, and I hear your furious typing. You need to remember, human is what you are- we all need things, dear, love, feelings.."
Sarah pulled her arm away. "You say that, but you don't seem to mind that my typing is what pays the bills. I just pulled a program last night that I can get about 10 grand for-"
"I'm not ungrateful, if that's what you're suggesting. We do need that money, for my medical bills and such.. I just wish you'd fit in a bit more in your school, go out and have fun with friends, spend a bit of that money you're making on yourself. It's not healthy to live the way you've been for the past three months."
"Yeah. Well, I've got to go to school mom. See you later."
With that, Sarah grabbed her pack laying on a chair nearby and headed out the door of their small apartment, running down the stairs and out the door of the apartment complex. Her mother sat in her chair and finally broke down, sobbing into her hands.
Sarah headed out the same way she did every day, across the rusted metal playground of her youth, and then into the alleyway that was a shortcut to her high school.
She didn't know something would happen that day that might change her life. Sarah, aka Saber, didn't expect unexpected things. But unexpected things are exactly what she received.
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Before she stepped into the school, Sarah noticed some of the popular girls sitting on the steps in front of her high school, chatting about their newest acquisitions in fashion and clothing. Sarah rolled her eyes. Things like that were very mundane and stupid.
Just then, when watching the girls, something caught her eye.
She thought at first it must have been some optical illusion, but it was too quick to be that. One of the popular girls' glasses changed into a black pair of shades, and her head quickly turned into a male's, with a serious expression and a black suit to match.
Blinking, Sarah looked again. The girl was the girl once again.
"I must be losing my marbles," she said aloud to herself as she entered the school. She looked once more at the girl, and shook her head. This was starting out to be one weird day.
Classes went normally that day, boring lecture one after the other. Yes, she knew all about stupid electrons and atoms. But what did it all amount to anyways? Sarah didn't need any of that to hack a system. All she needed were her two hands and her own willpower.
Sighing, she stared up at the chemistry teacher, Mr. Young. He was okay, for a teacher. He knew his material, but like all single males over 40, he had a taste for low shirts and high skirts. Sarah found him eerily smart, and wondered sometimes if he knew of her double life.
Just when she was looking at him, the strange optical illusion happened again. Black glasses appeared on Mr. Young's face, and suddenly his whole manner changed into a straight jacketed man with a black suit and tie on. He started to walk directly to where Sarah sat. She clenched the sides of her desk with a death grip.
"Mr. Young?" she asked, shaking her head and looking again. The optical illusion had not melted away this time. The shaded man still was there. He drew closer and closer to Sarah, looking in her eyes the whole time, she thought, as the glasses covered his mirrored gaze.
"Saber…" she seemed to hear her other identity come from his lips. Afraid, Sarah closed her eyes.
When she opened them, Mr. Young was standing in front of her, looking at her with a worried expression.
"Sarah, are you okay?" he asked, looking at her with wide eyes.
"I don't know," she answered honestly, her heart still beating a thousand times a minute. Her eyes were wide with fear, her heart still racing a million miles a minute.
"May I go to the bathroom? I.. I'm not feeling so good." She looked up at the teacher, hoping the skirt chaser would buy her excuse.
"Certainly. Just make sure you don't come back in this room until you're well, Sarah, okay?" He said, signing a hall pass and handing the slip to her. The young hacker shook her head and looked at him again before leaving. Mr. Young gave her a strange look before she grabbed her backpack and fled the room.
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What was happening? Sarah grabbed her head with her two open hands. Things were getting hot. That man.. that vision.. whatever it'd been, had known her identity on the nets.. an identity that Sarah had worked very hard to keep separate from her image as Sarah Kittanning.
The sweat poured down her face as she sat in a corner of the girls' restroom. What could she do now? She'd seen these.. creatures twice today. They looked like men, but Sarah knew somewhere deep in her heart that if they didn't walk like men, or talk like them.. They couldn't have been men.
FBI? CIA? No one really knew who the Saber was..
How was she going to get out of this?
She heard a door slam as someone else entered the restroom. It was a girl she recognized, a girl named India Meadows, from her own grade. India looked at Sarah with compassion.
"Hey- are you feeling all-"
Her sentence was caught midway, and Sarah's eyes grew in shock as she noticed that India's face had begun to.. shift was the easiest way to think of it.
It happened just as Mr. Young's had, but this time it was much harder to watch, as India's green eyes slid into horrifyingly black shades and crisp black hair replaced her golden locks. Sarah backed into the corner, her fingers grasping the bricked walls with sweat denying her a grip.
Finally, the creature stood up and looked Sarah straight in the face. Sarah shook in fear; her eyes darted towards the door of the bathroom.. could she make it?
"Hello, Miss Kittanning.. or should I more correctly say, Saber?"
Sarah gulped down the saliva that dripped down her throat.
"Unable to speak, little one? I see. Well, you can also see me, which begs me to ask the question, how?"
"I.. I don't know, you damn creature- why don't you tell me what the hell you want with me anyways? I'm a girl with a mom who's constantly hospitalized, and a deadbeat dad that left me. What do you want?"
The creature smiled.
"Finally, a show of some spunk. No, my dear, it's not the life here that I'm interested in. It's the double life that you live.. The one where you go by the alias 'Saber', a femme fatal hacker whose only life goal is to delve deeper and deeper into the internet to escape her surroundings."
"So? You know my dirty secret. What are you? CIA? FBI?" Sarah let one of her hands slide into her backpack, trying to find something she could throw at the creature's head so she could escape from this prison of a bathroom.
"None of these. Let's just say I'm from a higher branch of your.. dominant government." He paused, then continued. "I'm here to make sure you aren't freed from this place, here." He motioned to the walls around her.
"Well, you did an excellent job earlier," she spat at him, finally finding something heavy in her bookbag. Her graphing calculator. This would do nicely.
"I'm afraid that I have been.. delayed by dealing with other things, Miss Kittanning." The creature looked uncomfortable for a second. "But those other things are of no matter at this second. My main concern is you."
"You are different from the rest here on this planet. Not only have you seen flickers of our existence, you have pried into things you cannot begin to fathom. We also cannot find your source codes for reasons unknown. Therefore, it is the decision of all that we should deal with you. Permanently."
Sarah, still trembling, gripped her calculator tight, then ripped it quickly out of her pack, standing up.
"You'll never get me," she snarled, and threw the missile directly at the creature standing in front of her.
It missed.
Sarah blinked, wondering how it could have missed, because she had a decent aim and had thrown it straight towards him. Then she saw the shapes surrounding his body-
His body was still moving around him.
Finally, the mirror images stopped, to reveal the suited man standing still, holding her calculator in one hand.
"Interesting choice of weaponry, Miss Kittanning. Very interesting. However, it won't help-"
He cut off as Sarah dashed off in a frenzied panic for the girls' restroom door. She pried it open and ran out, her direction the front of the school building. As she ran past the classrooms, she noticed that some of the students were staring directly at her.
At a second glance, those wierd creatures appeared behind her where high school students had once stood. She ran faster.
Finally, Sarah ran out of the school building, and headed home. Home couldn't be like this....
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After running up the nine flights of stairs in the apartment building, Sarah used her jimmying kit to open up the lock on the apartment where she and her mother lived.
Once inside, she took all the heavy furniture that they owned and pushed it up against the door for the apartment. She breathed heavily, the effects of her long run finally catching up to her.
Sarah ran into her room to find the gun she'd hidden from her mom. Ever since her dad had left her and her mom alone four years ago, Sarah had known that she might have to defend herself against some of the thugs in their neighborhood.
But never had she imagined that the thugs that would chase her might be well dressed and wear black shades on their heads. Shaking her hands, Sarah loaded the gun. Guns were faster than throwing a calculator at someone. This would surely kill those thugs.
The young hacker ran into her mother's bedroom and found her mother asleep. Good. This wouldn't disturb her at all then. Sarah kneeled down to the side of her mother's bed to where her mother slept, and grasped her hand once in a tight squeeze.
"I've.. provided for you well if I don't come back. I know I've been distant lately mom.. I love you so much, I just have a hard time telling you." Nervous, Sarah giggled. "Just listen to me.. I can't even tell you how I love you except when you're asleep. Some daughter I am.."
Sarah stepped back, suddenly hearing voices at the front door of her apartment. She grasped the gun she had in her hand, still shaking from fear.
"I know you're in there, Miss Kittanning. We've come to.. erase the problem you've created us."
Sarah walked into her kitchen, afraid of the consequences. She put one foot in front of the other, her breathing steady but shaking.
"You'll never take me alive. I'll make sure of it." Sarah looked at the gun in her hands. If she couldn't kill them, then she'd take her own life. Only for her mother's sake.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Miss Kittanning.." the voice at the door said, and suddenly, Sarah heard scuffling behind her from the doorway. She turned to see her mother standing there.
"Sarah, what's going o-"
Her words were cut off, and a silent scream rushed from Sarah's lips as her mother morphed into one of the horrible black and white nightmares. A tear ran down her face and Sarah pointed the gun at the creature.
"What the HELL did you do to my mother? Change her back, you ASSHOLE!" she swore at the creature with the black shades and tie.
"Miss Kittanning, I am now your mother. I have.. assimilated her, as it were." The creature said. "Now, I do believe we have an appointment with death to keep.."
Sarah held out her arm shakily towards the creature, another tear swarming down her face.
"You asshole- let her go!" She started to cry, uncontrollably, as the man approached her ever quickly.
Just then, the phone rang.
Eager to dance away from the killer, Sarah grabbed the side of the table and beat the man standing in front of her to the phone. For some reason, an angry look crossed his face when the phone had rang.
"Hello?" Sarah answered the call, her voice shaking.
"Sarah? It's me."
"Dad?" Sarah spat into the phone. "What do you want? You go away for four fucking years of my life and expect a return? Now's not the time-"
"Silence, Saber."
Sarah was struck dumb.
"Right now I know you have some bad company. Whatever you do, don't panic. I'm going to get you out of here. This may feel a little wierd.."
"What the hell are you talking about? How do you know my alias- How-"
Her last question was cut off as silver lining ran up her arms and legs, stretching from the reciever of the phone. Sarah tried not to scream as the metallic alloy took over her body, her vision, her whole being.
The manlike creature clawed out at her, enraged and angry. Sarah tried to cry out-
But in that instant, she didn't know where she was, as her body began to dissipate into thin air, and computer codes ran around her body in an eerie dance.....
To be continued... please review!
That being said, enjoy! (and please, review!)
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Sweat. The sweet nectar passed down the sides of her temples as the young female typed furiously on her keyboard. Things were always clearer when she was online. Things seemed to fall into place, like the digits of 0 and 1 in basic code, clear with precision and order.
She took a moment to wipe her forehead with the back of her cloth biking gloves, and continued on her slip into the datastream. This, this was real. Nothing else in this world seemed real except what a computer could offer. Not her parents, her friends, even the world that she lived and breathed in. Finally, the script that she'd been searching for came through for her.
"Come on, come on.." she whispered to her burner drive as she uploaded the forbidden fruit of numbers and digits that she'd worked so hard to find. Finally, the disk was completely filled and she sighed, her mission for the night complete.
Sitting back, Saber lazily exited herself out of the port she'd just been in, and covered her tracks with the fake codes of datastream she'd manufactured just for times like this. Closing her eyes, the young hacker looked at the fruit of her labors.
She could get 10 grand for this easily. The only problem was finding a reliable buyer. People could always pull a stunt last minute and try to rob you. The girl nodded off, her hands finishing their furious pace, the computer finally back from its trip into cyberspace.
Sighing, she turned off the computer, then somehow made it into her small bed that sat in the corner. There was no way she'd be able to get up for school now. Oh well if her mom yelled. She didn't care anymore..
These were the young hacker's last thoughts as she drifted off into the nothingness of sleep. After all, she had told herself, hackers don't dream. They only know and rely on the information they had.
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Morning came, and the elusive program sat on the desk on her computer desk still. Glancing at the clock, the young woman sighed. She still had half an hour before she'd have to get up. She had been looking forward to another bellow from her mom.
Getting up, Sarah Kittaning looked in the mirror at herself. Lean, no part of her body heavy, and pale from lack of sun. Fingers whose outlines only showed bone and strong muscles. Yes. She was definitely worthy of the title hacker.
Rummaging through her bureau, Sarah found a black t-shirt and a pair of pants. Slipping into them, she readied herself for school, then went downstairs to grab a bite to eat before she'd have to go to the insane asylum for teens, high school. Her mother was already downstairs.
"You're up early." The disgruntled face gave her that motherly look, then inhaled another puff of her cigarette. "You sick or something?"
"No, mom." Sarah said, pulling out a bowl of cereal and dumping some milk into it. She sat down at the wooden table, the scratches in the surface appearing deeper against the pale light of morning.
"You ought to get more sleep, dear, you look tired-" she reached out with a hand to stroke her daughter's face, but Sarah dodged out of the way slightly, giving her mother a look of defiance.
"I'm fine. Perfectly fine."
"I see. Well, fine then. You won't mind cleaning the dishes when you get home, do you?" She looked Sarah straight in the eyes and gave her a searching look.
"I'll do it," Sarah muttered, cleaning up her dishes and setting them in the sink, where a million more sat. She started to go off, when her mom grabbed her wrist gently. Sarah looked back at her.
"I know you're upset.. I understand that you're mad that your father left us.. but can you at least try to act a little more human? I see the light in your room on at night, and I hear your furious typing. You need to remember, human is what you are- we all need things, dear, love, feelings.."
Sarah pulled her arm away. "You say that, but you don't seem to mind that my typing is what pays the bills. I just pulled a program last night that I can get about 10 grand for-"
"I'm not ungrateful, if that's what you're suggesting. We do need that money, for my medical bills and such.. I just wish you'd fit in a bit more in your school, go out and have fun with friends, spend a bit of that money you're making on yourself. It's not healthy to live the way you've been for the past three months."
"Yeah. Well, I've got to go to school mom. See you later."
With that, Sarah grabbed her pack laying on a chair nearby and headed out the door of their small apartment, running down the stairs and out the door of the apartment complex. Her mother sat in her chair and finally broke down, sobbing into her hands.
Sarah headed out the same way she did every day, across the rusted metal playground of her youth, and then into the alleyway that was a shortcut to her high school.
She didn't know something would happen that day that might change her life. Sarah, aka Saber, didn't expect unexpected things. But unexpected things are exactly what she received.
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Before she stepped into the school, Sarah noticed some of the popular girls sitting on the steps in front of her high school, chatting about their newest acquisitions in fashion and clothing. Sarah rolled her eyes. Things like that were very mundane and stupid.
Just then, when watching the girls, something caught her eye.
She thought at first it must have been some optical illusion, but it was too quick to be that. One of the popular girls' glasses changed into a black pair of shades, and her head quickly turned into a male's, with a serious expression and a black suit to match.
Blinking, Sarah looked again. The girl was the girl once again.
"I must be losing my marbles," she said aloud to herself as she entered the school. She looked once more at the girl, and shook her head. This was starting out to be one weird day.
Classes went normally that day, boring lecture one after the other. Yes, she knew all about stupid electrons and atoms. But what did it all amount to anyways? Sarah didn't need any of that to hack a system. All she needed were her two hands and her own willpower.
Sighing, she stared up at the chemistry teacher, Mr. Young. He was okay, for a teacher. He knew his material, but like all single males over 40, he had a taste for low shirts and high skirts. Sarah found him eerily smart, and wondered sometimes if he knew of her double life.
Just when she was looking at him, the strange optical illusion happened again. Black glasses appeared on Mr. Young's face, and suddenly his whole manner changed into a straight jacketed man with a black suit and tie on. He started to walk directly to where Sarah sat. She clenched the sides of her desk with a death grip.
"Mr. Young?" she asked, shaking her head and looking again. The optical illusion had not melted away this time. The shaded man still was there. He drew closer and closer to Sarah, looking in her eyes the whole time, she thought, as the glasses covered his mirrored gaze.
"Saber…" she seemed to hear her other identity come from his lips. Afraid, Sarah closed her eyes.
When she opened them, Mr. Young was standing in front of her, looking at her with a worried expression.
"Sarah, are you okay?" he asked, looking at her with wide eyes.
"I don't know," she answered honestly, her heart still beating a thousand times a minute. Her eyes were wide with fear, her heart still racing a million miles a minute.
"May I go to the bathroom? I.. I'm not feeling so good." She looked up at the teacher, hoping the skirt chaser would buy her excuse.
"Certainly. Just make sure you don't come back in this room until you're well, Sarah, okay?" He said, signing a hall pass and handing the slip to her. The young hacker shook her head and looked at him again before leaving. Mr. Young gave her a strange look before she grabbed her backpack and fled the room.
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What was happening? Sarah grabbed her head with her two open hands. Things were getting hot. That man.. that vision.. whatever it'd been, had known her identity on the nets.. an identity that Sarah had worked very hard to keep separate from her image as Sarah Kittanning.
The sweat poured down her face as she sat in a corner of the girls' restroom. What could she do now? She'd seen these.. creatures twice today. They looked like men, but Sarah knew somewhere deep in her heart that if they didn't walk like men, or talk like them.. They couldn't have been men.
FBI? CIA? No one really knew who the Saber was..
How was she going to get out of this?
She heard a door slam as someone else entered the restroom. It was a girl she recognized, a girl named India Meadows, from her own grade. India looked at Sarah with compassion.
"Hey- are you feeling all-"
Her sentence was caught midway, and Sarah's eyes grew in shock as she noticed that India's face had begun to.. shift was the easiest way to think of it.
It happened just as Mr. Young's had, but this time it was much harder to watch, as India's green eyes slid into horrifyingly black shades and crisp black hair replaced her golden locks. Sarah backed into the corner, her fingers grasping the bricked walls with sweat denying her a grip.
Finally, the creature stood up and looked Sarah straight in the face. Sarah shook in fear; her eyes darted towards the door of the bathroom.. could she make it?
"Hello, Miss Kittanning.. or should I more correctly say, Saber?"
Sarah gulped down the saliva that dripped down her throat.
"Unable to speak, little one? I see. Well, you can also see me, which begs me to ask the question, how?"
"I.. I don't know, you damn creature- why don't you tell me what the hell you want with me anyways? I'm a girl with a mom who's constantly hospitalized, and a deadbeat dad that left me. What do you want?"
The creature smiled.
"Finally, a show of some spunk. No, my dear, it's not the life here that I'm interested in. It's the double life that you live.. The one where you go by the alias 'Saber', a femme fatal hacker whose only life goal is to delve deeper and deeper into the internet to escape her surroundings."
"So? You know my dirty secret. What are you? CIA? FBI?" Sarah let one of her hands slide into her backpack, trying to find something she could throw at the creature's head so she could escape from this prison of a bathroom.
"None of these. Let's just say I'm from a higher branch of your.. dominant government." He paused, then continued. "I'm here to make sure you aren't freed from this place, here." He motioned to the walls around her.
"Well, you did an excellent job earlier," she spat at him, finally finding something heavy in her bookbag. Her graphing calculator. This would do nicely.
"I'm afraid that I have been.. delayed by dealing with other things, Miss Kittanning." The creature looked uncomfortable for a second. "But those other things are of no matter at this second. My main concern is you."
"You are different from the rest here on this planet. Not only have you seen flickers of our existence, you have pried into things you cannot begin to fathom. We also cannot find your source codes for reasons unknown. Therefore, it is the decision of all that we should deal with you. Permanently."
Sarah, still trembling, gripped her calculator tight, then ripped it quickly out of her pack, standing up.
"You'll never get me," she snarled, and threw the missile directly at the creature standing in front of her.
It missed.
Sarah blinked, wondering how it could have missed, because she had a decent aim and had thrown it straight towards him. Then she saw the shapes surrounding his body-
His body was still moving around him.
Finally, the mirror images stopped, to reveal the suited man standing still, holding her calculator in one hand.
"Interesting choice of weaponry, Miss Kittanning. Very interesting. However, it won't help-"
He cut off as Sarah dashed off in a frenzied panic for the girls' restroom door. She pried it open and ran out, her direction the front of the school building. As she ran past the classrooms, she noticed that some of the students were staring directly at her.
At a second glance, those wierd creatures appeared behind her where high school students had once stood. She ran faster.
Finally, Sarah ran out of the school building, and headed home. Home couldn't be like this....
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After running up the nine flights of stairs in the apartment building, Sarah used her jimmying kit to open up the lock on the apartment where she and her mother lived.
Once inside, she took all the heavy furniture that they owned and pushed it up against the door for the apartment. She breathed heavily, the effects of her long run finally catching up to her.
Sarah ran into her room to find the gun she'd hidden from her mom. Ever since her dad had left her and her mom alone four years ago, Sarah had known that she might have to defend herself against some of the thugs in their neighborhood.
But never had she imagined that the thugs that would chase her might be well dressed and wear black shades on their heads. Shaking her hands, Sarah loaded the gun. Guns were faster than throwing a calculator at someone. This would surely kill those thugs.
The young hacker ran into her mother's bedroom and found her mother asleep. Good. This wouldn't disturb her at all then. Sarah kneeled down to the side of her mother's bed to where her mother slept, and grasped her hand once in a tight squeeze.
"I've.. provided for you well if I don't come back. I know I've been distant lately mom.. I love you so much, I just have a hard time telling you." Nervous, Sarah giggled. "Just listen to me.. I can't even tell you how I love you except when you're asleep. Some daughter I am.."
Sarah stepped back, suddenly hearing voices at the front door of her apartment. She grasped the gun she had in her hand, still shaking from fear.
"I know you're in there, Miss Kittanning. We've come to.. erase the problem you've created us."
Sarah walked into her kitchen, afraid of the consequences. She put one foot in front of the other, her breathing steady but shaking.
"You'll never take me alive. I'll make sure of it." Sarah looked at the gun in her hands. If she couldn't kill them, then she'd take her own life. Only for her mother's sake.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Miss Kittanning.." the voice at the door said, and suddenly, Sarah heard scuffling behind her from the doorway. She turned to see her mother standing there.
"Sarah, what's going o-"
Her words were cut off, and a silent scream rushed from Sarah's lips as her mother morphed into one of the horrible black and white nightmares. A tear ran down her face and Sarah pointed the gun at the creature.
"What the HELL did you do to my mother? Change her back, you ASSHOLE!" she swore at the creature with the black shades and tie.
"Miss Kittanning, I am now your mother. I have.. assimilated her, as it were." The creature said. "Now, I do believe we have an appointment with death to keep.."
Sarah held out her arm shakily towards the creature, another tear swarming down her face.
"You asshole- let her go!" She started to cry, uncontrollably, as the man approached her ever quickly.
Just then, the phone rang.
Eager to dance away from the killer, Sarah grabbed the side of the table and beat the man standing in front of her to the phone. For some reason, an angry look crossed his face when the phone had rang.
"Hello?" Sarah answered the call, her voice shaking.
"Sarah? It's me."
"Dad?" Sarah spat into the phone. "What do you want? You go away for four fucking years of my life and expect a return? Now's not the time-"
"Silence, Saber."
Sarah was struck dumb.
"Right now I know you have some bad company. Whatever you do, don't panic. I'm going to get you out of here. This may feel a little wierd.."
"What the hell are you talking about? How do you know my alias- How-"
Her last question was cut off as silver lining ran up her arms and legs, stretching from the reciever of the phone. Sarah tried not to scream as the metallic alloy took over her body, her vision, her whole being.
The manlike creature clawed out at her, enraged and angry. Sarah tried to cry out-
But in that instant, she didn't know where she was, as her body began to dissipate into thin air, and computer codes ran around her body in an eerie dance.....
To be continued... please review!
