THIS STORY was called 'Dual apparition' but ff.net WON'T let me edit story
info on that story for some reason.hence the category, rating etc were all
screwed up. I'm posting it again under a new title, and I attempted to
delete the old story. IF it didn't delete..sorry but ff.net is reaaaly
annoying me now..
No.....no I don't own 'The Matrix' I just write about it. Sorry..
AUTHOR: ......me
TITLE: The Double Minded
SETTING: Pre- 'The Matrix'
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Chapter One: The Orchard
A solitary country house stood on the top of a gentle hill, miles from any town and surrounded by an apple orchard. Every thing has gone well for the little house and its occupants - until today.
A dark car made its way quickly up the drive, coming to a smooth stop in front of the heavy oak door. A tall man in a dark suit and dark glasses stepped gracefully out of the vehicle, and with an almost military air knocked soundly on the door.
The door swung open, and a cheerful middle aged lady in a robe with her hair in curlers peered out. "May I help you?"
The man slowly reached up, and with a flick of his wrist removed his glasses.
"Where is the child?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Down in the orchard, near the top of one of the blossom covered trees, a girl, maybe seven years old, sat balanced precariously on a thin branch, swinging her legs freely and muttering quietly to herself. To a typical passer by, she was just a happy little tomboy, lounging in the orchard and singing to herself, but to the man, she was destiny.
He stood several feet behind the tree, his glasses clutched tightly in his right hand, his left resting lightly on the fence.
The girl, oblivious to his presence, continued to chatter on, her tones darkening.
"It's....it's not right. Something's wrong. Always something wrong. Why? No, no, I don't know - can't help it. I don't know you. I can't move, why can't I move? Why does this happen? What happens? I must be bad. Yes, I'm bad. Naughty like momma says. No, no, who is that? What? Not the Matrix. Not there. Why? I can't..."
After several minutes of quiet listening, the man stepped towards the tree. The girl started at the sound of his approach, and let out a gentle cry.
"No." The man stopped. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She looked at him suspiciously, and clung tighter to the main trunk of the tree.
"Come down." He said, his voice low and his tone precise. "Come down, Please."
After a moment of hesitation, the brown haired, sun burnt girl slipped down from her perch and landed softly in the grass. "What do you want?"
The man shrugged ever so slightly. "Just to talk to you."
"Why?" She peered up at him.
"No particular reason. Is that too much to ask?"
"I guess not." She plopped down in the shade of the tree, rolling onto her stomach and propping up her chin on her hands. "What do you wanna talk about?"
The man stepped in front of her, and slowly, with a slight grimace on his sculpted features, knelt down in the grass. "You."
She wrinkled her nose. "Me? I don't like to talk about me. I'm no fun. You look fun, what's your name?"
"I'm Ag - Uncle Smith. I'm your uncle Smith."
The girl swung her feet behind her. "I didn't know I had an Uncle Smith. I'm Nikki Roberts. Are you a Roberts? Smith Roberts...that sounds funny, but I like you. Do you like me?"
He nodded. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. That's why I want to talk about you. Tell me.." He looked her in the eye. "Who were you talking to up there?"
Nikki looked away. "No one, I guess."
"You were talking to yourself, then."
"Yes. No. Well...I don't really know. I don't think I can tell you."
Smith raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You said you like me, shouldn't you trust me too?"
She tugged at the grass and bit her lip. "I never even told momma. She says when I talk like that I'm naughty."
"I don't think so." Smith smiled slightly. "Why don't you tell me? I really want to know."
Nikki looked uncertain, but quickly flashed him a grin. "Okay, but only if you promise not to tell momma."
"I promise."
"Cross your heart?"
Smith paused for a moment with his lips slightly parted, then nodded. "Yes."
"Okay. I was talking to me. Well, not really me but.." she paused, flustered, then looked his straight in the eye. "I sometimes hear things. Loud things. Names and noisy talk. And sometimes I see people, but not really people...they're all sleeping. And when I see then, I'm sleeping too. But sometimes I see them wake up, and they're scared. But I'm not scared.but I can't wake up, and I can't move, just see and hear." She dropped her handful of shredded grass. "That's why I'm naughty."
Smith raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think that?"
"I don't know. Momma just says it's naughty to talk about it. To talk about the matrix."
Smith leaned forward intently. "Tell me.." he caught her eye again. "About this Matrix.."
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It was nearly dark by the time Nikki ran up to the house, leaving Smith alone to walk to his car.
His pants had been soiled by the ground, and he could feel the dirt and the stench of the orchard clinging to him, but still Smith had to resist the urge to laugh. He'd heard everything he needed to hear. The child was everything he had hoped, and more. He has uses for a human like that...but not as a child, no, he'd have to wait a few years.
But that he could do easily. The destruction of Zion was worth far more than a handful of meaningless years.
And wait he did, until one fateful day...
~~~~~~~~ There's the first chap!!! Sorry It isn't much and it's kinda confusing. I promise to give WAAAAY more back round in subsequent chapters. Reveiws help me write faster. : o )
No.....no I don't own 'The Matrix' I just write about it. Sorry..
AUTHOR: ......me
TITLE: The Double Minded
SETTING: Pre- 'The Matrix'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: The Orchard
A solitary country house stood on the top of a gentle hill, miles from any town and surrounded by an apple orchard. Every thing has gone well for the little house and its occupants - until today.
A dark car made its way quickly up the drive, coming to a smooth stop in front of the heavy oak door. A tall man in a dark suit and dark glasses stepped gracefully out of the vehicle, and with an almost military air knocked soundly on the door.
The door swung open, and a cheerful middle aged lady in a robe with her hair in curlers peered out. "May I help you?"
The man slowly reached up, and with a flick of his wrist removed his glasses.
"Where is the child?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Down in the orchard, near the top of one of the blossom covered trees, a girl, maybe seven years old, sat balanced precariously on a thin branch, swinging her legs freely and muttering quietly to herself. To a typical passer by, she was just a happy little tomboy, lounging in the orchard and singing to herself, but to the man, she was destiny.
He stood several feet behind the tree, his glasses clutched tightly in his right hand, his left resting lightly on the fence.
The girl, oblivious to his presence, continued to chatter on, her tones darkening.
"It's....it's not right. Something's wrong. Always something wrong. Why? No, no, I don't know - can't help it. I don't know you. I can't move, why can't I move? Why does this happen? What happens? I must be bad. Yes, I'm bad. Naughty like momma says. No, no, who is that? What? Not the Matrix. Not there. Why? I can't..."
After several minutes of quiet listening, the man stepped towards the tree. The girl started at the sound of his approach, and let out a gentle cry.
"No." The man stopped. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She looked at him suspiciously, and clung tighter to the main trunk of the tree.
"Come down." He said, his voice low and his tone precise. "Come down, Please."
After a moment of hesitation, the brown haired, sun burnt girl slipped down from her perch and landed softly in the grass. "What do you want?"
The man shrugged ever so slightly. "Just to talk to you."
"Why?" She peered up at him.
"No particular reason. Is that too much to ask?"
"I guess not." She plopped down in the shade of the tree, rolling onto her stomach and propping up her chin on her hands. "What do you wanna talk about?"
The man stepped in front of her, and slowly, with a slight grimace on his sculpted features, knelt down in the grass. "You."
She wrinkled her nose. "Me? I don't like to talk about me. I'm no fun. You look fun, what's your name?"
"I'm Ag - Uncle Smith. I'm your uncle Smith."
The girl swung her feet behind her. "I didn't know I had an Uncle Smith. I'm Nikki Roberts. Are you a Roberts? Smith Roberts...that sounds funny, but I like you. Do you like me?"
He nodded. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. That's why I want to talk about you. Tell me.." He looked her in the eye. "Who were you talking to up there?"
Nikki looked away. "No one, I guess."
"You were talking to yourself, then."
"Yes. No. Well...I don't really know. I don't think I can tell you."
Smith raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You said you like me, shouldn't you trust me too?"
She tugged at the grass and bit her lip. "I never even told momma. She says when I talk like that I'm naughty."
"I don't think so." Smith smiled slightly. "Why don't you tell me? I really want to know."
Nikki looked uncertain, but quickly flashed him a grin. "Okay, but only if you promise not to tell momma."
"I promise."
"Cross your heart?"
Smith paused for a moment with his lips slightly parted, then nodded. "Yes."
"Okay. I was talking to me. Well, not really me but.." she paused, flustered, then looked his straight in the eye. "I sometimes hear things. Loud things. Names and noisy talk. And sometimes I see people, but not really people...they're all sleeping. And when I see then, I'm sleeping too. But sometimes I see them wake up, and they're scared. But I'm not scared.but I can't wake up, and I can't move, just see and hear." She dropped her handful of shredded grass. "That's why I'm naughty."
Smith raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think that?"
"I don't know. Momma just says it's naughty to talk about it. To talk about the matrix."
Smith leaned forward intently. "Tell me.." he caught her eye again. "About this Matrix.."
~~~~~~~~~
It was nearly dark by the time Nikki ran up to the house, leaving Smith alone to walk to his car.
His pants had been soiled by the ground, and he could feel the dirt and the stench of the orchard clinging to him, but still Smith had to resist the urge to laugh. He'd heard everything he needed to hear. The child was everything he had hoped, and more. He has uses for a human like that...but not as a child, no, he'd have to wait a few years.
But that he could do easily. The destruction of Zion was worth far more than a handful of meaningless years.
And wait he did, until one fateful day...
~~~~~~~~ There's the first chap!!! Sorry It isn't much and it's kinda confusing. I promise to give WAAAAY more back round in subsequent chapters. Reveiws help me write faster. : o )