A Loss of Innocence
Silver-Pheonix2k5
I felt it all. I felt it pulse around me. The lines of code spoke to me as they surged about me. I felt everything. Every breath they took. Every heartbeat. Every thought. I never really felt alone. I guess that's what I get for being the One.
I stood there in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. Bodies pushed around me, shoving me, grumbling. Busy thinking about their busy lives. They didn't even have a clue. Without me they had no hope. I was the savior of an entire world...an entire race counted on me.
It was a fairly busy day in the city. People swarmed like ants, going back and forth across the car packed streets. Cabs honked, people hung out their windows yelling for the traffic to hurry. All of this, and none of it was really real.
I walked down the street picking my way through the busy crowd. Morpheus would send us into the Matrix from time to time to look for the more "special minds" that we could free to help us on the outside. I simply like to walk around and think. I thought about the way it was before I was freed.
"Excuse me sir."
I turned to face the voice. It was a hot dog vendor, holding something in his hand.
"Would you like to buy a hot dog?" he asked, pushing the white paper wrapped food toward me.
I was stunned. No one had ever talked to me while I was in the Matrix. Most just carried on with their business. I looked down at the display of food and felt my stomach churn. It all looked so different, especially from the mushy, yellow protein mix that I had eaten every day for so long.
"No," I replied, "But thank you."
I walked down the street a little more until I came to the public basketball courts. An assortment of kids were playing basketball, carefree. I stopped by the fence and laced my hands in the chain-link fence, observing. So many lives. So many people to save. Where would I start? I couldn't just walk up to a crowd of people and tell them that they weren't free at all. That they were really slaves to a race that they couldn't see. People just weren't ready. A boy in a blue jersey jumped up and slammed dunked the ball into the net. His teammates cheered and shouted at the other team. I watched in amusement at the skill these kids displayed. If they only knew...
Then, out of nowhere, a nagging twitch in the corner of my mind. Something was wrong.
I spun right in time to see three agents with guns pointing right at me from across the street. I had almost no time to put up my hand before they were firing upon me. My hand grew warm and I felt the power surge through me, the energy move and tingle through my body. I pulled my strength from the world around me. The bullets stopped in mid-air in front of me.
They continued to fire in vain while the crowd began to scream and hit the ground. Cars screeched to a halt. The children behind me on the courts hit the ground in terror. That's when the agents started advancing.
"We have located the anomaly," one said into his headphone.
"He bleeds like any other," said the second one.
"We'll see about that," I replied. And it began.
Punch, kick, block, left, right, up, back, jump. It was all so fast. But I felt as if I could see it all for just a second before it was happening. I snap kicked one to his head and sent him back across the now empty car packed street. People were fleeing, screaming for help as they ran. He hit the wall adjacent from me and lay upon the ground, giving me time to turn my attention on the other two.
He started toward me about the same time the other began firing again. I put up my hand in defense to the shots, but the other was closing in on me. I couldn't hold them both. He began hitting me in the stomach, over and over, and I could feel my grip loosing on the bullets. Finally I had to use both of my hands on the one in front of me. The suspended bullets dropped to the ground. Fortunately enough for me he had to reload his gun.
I began desperately to slam the agent in front of me in the ribs. Again and again, over and over, hoping he would lose strength. I heard the click of the gun magazine from the center of the street. No. Two gun magazines. Both agents were now in the street, both guns pointed at me. Both began to fire in unison.
I spun the body of my beaten opponent around and used him as my shield. I crouched behind him, hoping no bullets would pass through. I felt his body rock and lurch as each shell hit him, until finally, both guns were out of ammo and I held the dead body of a policeman in front of me. It wouldn't take him long to find another host. I had to get out of here. I raised my fist high in the air, gathering power so that I could take off into the air, but something stopped me. A cry behind me.
"Jeremy!" someone cried. I turned to face it and what I saw...
The boy in the blue jersey was lying in the center of the court, his blue jersey stained with red. His friends sobbed in a scared huddle around him. One of the bullets had gotten by me.
I...couldn't stop it...how could I let this happen?
I turned back to my opponents. They had all three gathered back in the middle of the street. Guns loaded. Waiting for me. They would regret the day they were programmed.
"You'll be sorry for that," I said, and stepped into the street.
TBC
A/N: This takes place between the first and the second movie. The main character (if you couldn't tell) is none other than Neo himself. Hope you like it; this is my first and only one thus far. I plan on having a few more and plz review.
I felt it all. I felt it pulse around me. The lines of code spoke to me as they surged about me. I felt everything. Every breath they took. Every heartbeat. Every thought. I never really felt alone. I guess that's what I get for being the One.
I stood there in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. Bodies pushed around me, shoving me, grumbling. Busy thinking about their busy lives. They didn't even have a clue. Without me they had no hope. I was the savior of an entire world...an entire race counted on me.
It was a fairly busy day in the city. People swarmed like ants, going back and forth across the car packed streets. Cabs honked, people hung out their windows yelling for the traffic to hurry. All of this, and none of it was really real.
I walked down the street picking my way through the busy crowd. Morpheus would send us into the Matrix from time to time to look for the more "special minds" that we could free to help us on the outside. I simply like to walk around and think. I thought about the way it was before I was freed.
"Excuse me sir."
I turned to face the voice. It was a hot dog vendor, holding something in his hand.
"Would you like to buy a hot dog?" he asked, pushing the white paper wrapped food toward me.
I was stunned. No one had ever talked to me while I was in the Matrix. Most just carried on with their business. I looked down at the display of food and felt my stomach churn. It all looked so different, especially from the mushy, yellow protein mix that I had eaten every day for so long.
"No," I replied, "But thank you."
I walked down the street a little more until I came to the public basketball courts. An assortment of kids were playing basketball, carefree. I stopped by the fence and laced my hands in the chain-link fence, observing. So many lives. So many people to save. Where would I start? I couldn't just walk up to a crowd of people and tell them that they weren't free at all. That they were really slaves to a race that they couldn't see. People just weren't ready. A boy in a blue jersey jumped up and slammed dunked the ball into the net. His teammates cheered and shouted at the other team. I watched in amusement at the skill these kids displayed. If they only knew...
Then, out of nowhere, a nagging twitch in the corner of my mind. Something was wrong.
I spun right in time to see three agents with guns pointing right at me from across the street. I had almost no time to put up my hand before they were firing upon me. My hand grew warm and I felt the power surge through me, the energy move and tingle through my body. I pulled my strength from the world around me. The bullets stopped in mid-air in front of me.
They continued to fire in vain while the crowd began to scream and hit the ground. Cars screeched to a halt. The children behind me on the courts hit the ground in terror. That's when the agents started advancing.
"We have located the anomaly," one said into his headphone.
"He bleeds like any other," said the second one.
"We'll see about that," I replied. And it began.
Punch, kick, block, left, right, up, back, jump. It was all so fast. But I felt as if I could see it all for just a second before it was happening. I snap kicked one to his head and sent him back across the now empty car packed street. People were fleeing, screaming for help as they ran. He hit the wall adjacent from me and lay upon the ground, giving me time to turn my attention on the other two.
He started toward me about the same time the other began firing again. I put up my hand in defense to the shots, but the other was closing in on me. I couldn't hold them both. He began hitting me in the stomach, over and over, and I could feel my grip loosing on the bullets. Finally I had to use both of my hands on the one in front of me. The suspended bullets dropped to the ground. Fortunately enough for me he had to reload his gun.
I began desperately to slam the agent in front of me in the ribs. Again and again, over and over, hoping he would lose strength. I heard the click of the gun magazine from the center of the street. No. Two gun magazines. Both agents were now in the street, both guns pointed at me. Both began to fire in unison.
I spun the body of my beaten opponent around and used him as my shield. I crouched behind him, hoping no bullets would pass through. I felt his body rock and lurch as each shell hit him, until finally, both guns were out of ammo and I held the dead body of a policeman in front of me. It wouldn't take him long to find another host. I had to get out of here. I raised my fist high in the air, gathering power so that I could take off into the air, but something stopped me. A cry behind me.
"Jeremy!" someone cried. I turned to face it and what I saw...
The boy in the blue jersey was lying in the center of the court, his blue jersey stained with red. His friends sobbed in a scared huddle around him. One of the bullets had gotten by me.
I...couldn't stop it...how could I let this happen?
I turned back to my opponents. They had all three gathered back in the middle of the street. Guns loaded. Waiting for me. They would regret the day they were programmed.
"You'll be sorry for that," I said, and stepped into the street.
TBC
A/N: This takes place between the first and the second movie. The main character (if you couldn't tell) is none other than Neo himself. Hope you like it; this is my first and only one thus far. I plan on having a few more and plz review.