Child of the night
Plot: A bounty-hunter
program is trained to be an agent and falls in love with Smith. However
her feelings betray her and she is lead to her downfall.
Category: Horror/Angst
Rating: R
Characters: Smith A/Twins
Disclaimer: All original characters (the ones you didn't see in the
Matrix) are mine. The rest belong to the Watchowski brothers.
Author's Note: This is version 2 of chapter one. I decided to make some of the changes that my english teacher made.
Musings in the night
The night is an elusive creature- mysterious and measureless. Wrenching
its formless body out into the depths of the sky, much like a quilt
draping over half the globe. It smothers the ground below with empty
darkness, injecting fright and doubt into every human's soul. Humans
dislike the night as they fear it. So they sleep or surround themselves
with light to escape it. Yes, humans detest this creature as it shows
them the depths of this universe and makes them see the truth- that
they are miniscule and unimportant. But most of all, that they are
alone...
Wynter Grey peered out into
the frozen night, crouching over a ledge atop a building. The soft
thuds and hums of night-clubs could be heard in the crisp air. A smile
played gently on her lips. Slowly rounding the muscles in her cheeks
into a cold smile while she mused. Her powerful eyes widened drawing in
all the light from her surroundings; watching, waiting. She is
focussed, totally devoted to the task at hand.
However, I quite enjoy the night. I love its mystery, its possibilities
its writhing, ceaseless activity that humans fail to see. I never waste
my time in the dark- I never sleep.
A
drunkard man stumbles out into the dim-lit street singing loudly. To a
normal person, this man is a mere, nameless fool. To her, he is a toy-
target practice. With feline elegance, she pads forward and descents to
the street below. Loading her gun, she hones in on the target.
I do
most of my work in the night's aura. The night is my ally, my friend.
Revealing to me those who are left lost in its presence. To me, the
night is a web an I am its spider...
Her eyes fill with complete concentration, tainted only lightly with
bloodlust. She takes a deep breath, letting the cold atmosphere soak
into her lungs, harshly cutting the fibres. A finger tugs at the
trigger and spits out a single bullet. The perfect-fashioned pellet
slits through the air and enters the man's head through an exposed
temple, lodging itself in the brain.
As the
vessels tear open, blood shoots out of the opening. Perfect ruby
spheres form from its outburst and drop to the black earth like
diamonds falling onto a velvet pouch. Her prey is fated to die. He just
gapes there like an excruciated beast while his 'life liquor' is being
leached away. A rolling of the eyes, and he collapses to the ground
with a lifeless, dense thud.
Like a proud
falcon standing above its prey, Wynter places one foot on the man's
dead skull. Dark blood squelches under the heel.
'Too easy...'