Silver Dragon: Yay!!!! We finally got to see The Matrix Revolutions!
Devil's Wyrm: That means we will finally write a fic on The Matrix.
SilverD: This is our first try at Matrix FanFiction so don't blame us if it's a little weird.
DWyrm: This is idea was taken from a concept we saw in movie three.
SilverD: Hope you enjoy!
Notes: Italics: Varian thinking to himself.
Disclaimer: We only own what we create.
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Rogue MissilesChapter 1: Break Away
Snow drifted lazily down onto the stone tiles of the terrace. The cool mountain air smelled of evergreen. Leaning against the granite railing was a man of normal build, his long gray trench coat fluttered in the slight breeze. Though it was chilly, he seemed unaware of the cold and stood staring at the snow-capped mountains. He sighed. Soon this will all be gone. Pity, it really is quite nice up here. A door opened behind him and a pair of men stepped out. Oh well, what must be done must be done. He turned to face them. "Well hello boys, what can I do for you this fine morning?" said the man.
"Varian, the Merovingian wants to talk to you," said the one in a long black coat named Cain.
"Yah, he thinks you've been up to no good," said the one next to him named Abel.
"Really?" said Varian. "I suppose I had better go speak with him."
"Go, he's in the restaurant," replied Cain.
"I hope you're not in too much trouble Varian," added Abel.
Nodding to the two Exiles, Varian stepped through the door into the Merovingian's chateau.
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A few minutes later, Varian entered the restaurant by way of the kitchen door. The cooks paid him no mind; they were accustomed to strange occurrences such as this since they were all Exiles under Merovingian's keeping. The tall, gray-coated man walked calmly up to Merovingian's table, eyeing the Twins seated near-by. They smiled venomously back, staring daggers at Varian through their sunglasses. The lord of Exiles was seated at his table next to his wife Persephone, sipping from a glass of wine, when his requested charge approached. "Ah Varian, Varian, how good of you to come on such short notice," said the Frenchman, his accent punctuating his speech eloquently.
"It is not as if I were doing anything important master," responded Varian, looking into his supervisor's eyes calmly.
"Yes, that is why I have called you here," said Merovingian. "It has been called to my attention that you may be plotting against me. Is this true?"
"From where have you heard such things master? Do you not trust me?"
"I do not trust any of my men fully; I do not even trust my own wife. I get my information from whomever I want."
"What things have you heard, master?"
"I have heard rumors that you are meeting with rebels."
"Who told you that, one of your spies?"
"Stop stalling and answer my question: Do you want to stay in my protection?"
"Of course master."
"Then tell me if you are planning to harm my organization."
Varian said nothing.
"Your silence proves your guilt," said Merovingian. "Twins, take him to the dungeon. Maybe a little time alone will help you talk."
The Twins moved towards the conspirator. Varian backed away, bumping into someone behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a large brute of a man with several smaller brutes behind him. This is going to be harder than I first perceived. The Merovingian called Cujo and his Dobermen. The people in the restaurant were now very nervous at seeing the large, fanged Dobermen spreading throughout the room. Some of them headed to the exit, only to be stopped by a very tall, pale skinned man with long hair. It was Vlad and his Vamps, come to make sure no one got away. Varian saw them and looked angrily at the Merovingian. Laughing the Frenchman spoke, "Come now Varian, you would not expect me to take you lightly. I know your strengths and weaknesses. That is why I recruited you to my force. These men are just a precaution should you try to escape, which I do not recommend."
When he finished speaking, Cain and Abel stepped into the room and spoke to their master. Merovingian's eyes betrayed his concern as he heard their message. Turning back to his captive, he said, "You must have been doing something incredibly serious if Agents have come to collect you. Nevertheless, I still value your power Varian. Take him away and hurry, we do not want those Agents starting any fighting here."
Two of the Dobermen shuffled over to Varian and grasped him by both arms. They tried to move him towards the door but he did not move. One of the Twins came up behind him and put his razor blade to the captive's throat. The other stepped in front. "Walk," he hissed, "if you value your life."
"Release me if you value your own," Varian replied.
They looked at each other coldly for several more seconds. Cujo, becoming annoyed at his refusal to go, confronted Varian. "Why don't you move? Do you want to be deleted by the Agents?"
Just as Varian was about to reply, there came shout from the front desk. Several Vamps were thrown out of the way as two Agents shouldered their way into the restaurant. They proceeded directly for Varian. Cain and Abel moved to block them but were rebuffed easily by the two programs. Varian took advantage of the distraction and flipped the two Dobermen on his arms onto their backs. He then punched Cujo strongly in the gut, sending him flying backwards through the room. He felt blood running down his neck as he ran for the nearest window. Damn that Twin, I will have to fix that latter. Thankfully, the Agents were occupied with Merovingian's men and could not give chase, but the same men could. Some of the Dobermen and Vamps had guns and they drew these, sending bullets flying at the fleeing Varian. Concentrating for a moment, Varian armored himself against the missiles and they bounced off without much damage. Suddenly, a Twin appeared in his way, razor out, flipping through its owner's fingers. Varian charged right at him. The Twin, seeing what the escapee was doing, phased just as Varian tackled him. Varian went through the Twin then crashed through the window behind him. Gunfire followed the Exile as he fell from the skyscraper towards the street bellow.
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SilverD: Ooh cliffhanger!
DWyrm: Great, kind of short was not it?
SiverD: Yeah, but it was only the first chapter.
DWyrm: Fine, whatever.
SilverD: So, how did you like our first Matrix shot?
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DWyrm: Flames even, we will take anything.
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SilverD: Tell us if we should continue.
DWyrm: We are currently writing another fid for Yu-Gi-Oh so we may not be able to handle both well.
SilverD: Keep reading!