A/N: First of all, I'd like to say that I have yet to see Revolutions. The
whole concept of a 13-year-old not being able to get into a movie that's
only rated 14A really pisses me off.and none of my parents wants to see it,
so I'm stuck like this. But I tried, and that's the important thing.
Anywho, I've been looking around the internet to basically spoil the hell
out of it so I can get this fic done. So just a warning, if I get anything
totally wrong, please tell me and I'll correct it ASAP. Please don't sit at
your computer flaming me until the cows come home. Thanks. P.S. This fic is
really, really weird. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 1
I can't believe it.
I can't believe it, I can't believe I actually watched it. I cant believe I sat there, kneeled there, on what seemed like a mountain of machines parts, holding her in my arms. I kneeled there and watched her as the tears rolled down her cheeks, as the blood ran down her hips, as she slowly cried and mourned for me. And why was she mourning for me? Why, when she was the one leaving? When she was the one crying, when she was the one dying? When she was the one. When.
When will she come back?
I asked Morpheus that. He was sad, he was crying. He looked at me, crying his small, barely noticeable tears, then shook his head. He told me to leave. He told me to go to my room. I asked him again, the same question. He didn't answer. That's when two strong crew members came and grabbed my arms, leading to my room. Dragging me to my room.
Why won't she come back?
*************
I spent that night alone. It's strange, how when you're alone you can hear so much better. I heard people outside, talking and chatting about things. Most of them were talking about the revolution. Damn the revolution. The revolution stole her away from me. I loved her. She was all I ever loved, I don't think I'll ever be able to love again.
That night I had a dream. I dreamt that everything was black, all of it, the whole world. I was the only light in the darkness, I could see myself, but nothing else.
Then I saw Trinity.
She was faint at first, but as she got closer I began to see her better. She looked just like she did before, perfect in every way. She continued to walk closer, a warm smile on her face.
"Trinity." She silenced me before I could anymore, putting a gentle finger to my lips.
I slowly placed my hands on her hips and, she put hers on my shoulders. Then we kissed. She felt so warm, so real. For a second I let myself believe she was real. The warmth was so real, it felt human. That was what I really wanted. Something human.
But the warmness began to grow until it was hot, and still we kissed. The hot began to burn. Then I opened my eyes. Trinity's whole head was aflame. Her eyes glowed a blinding white, her skin a golden yellow, her hair a dangerous orange. The fire whipped out, burning and scarring my face, the brightness blinding my eyes. The sight was horrific. Something inside me told me to scream, to run away. But I didn't. I didn't because I liked it. That was what scared me the most.
Suddenly, she backed away, then threw me on the ground. I hit it with a thud, gasping in pain. She kneeled, the crawled on top of me. I didn't speak, I didn't cry. I just watched. Somehow, from the darkness Trinity produced a short yet sharp blade. I watched as she held it above me, burning majestically, then stabbed it into my chest. I felt no pain.
She dragged the blade down my front, opening up the wound. Then she stopped. She could no longer work, her hands had caught fire. Then I saw it. I saw where the burning was coming from. It was coming from within me.
From within my own personal Hell.
Then I woke up.
Chapter 1
I can't believe it.
I can't believe it, I can't believe I actually watched it. I cant believe I sat there, kneeled there, on what seemed like a mountain of machines parts, holding her in my arms. I kneeled there and watched her as the tears rolled down her cheeks, as the blood ran down her hips, as she slowly cried and mourned for me. And why was she mourning for me? Why, when she was the one leaving? When she was the one crying, when she was the one dying? When she was the one. When.
When will she come back?
I asked Morpheus that. He was sad, he was crying. He looked at me, crying his small, barely noticeable tears, then shook his head. He told me to leave. He told me to go to my room. I asked him again, the same question. He didn't answer. That's when two strong crew members came and grabbed my arms, leading to my room. Dragging me to my room.
Why won't she come back?
*************
I spent that night alone. It's strange, how when you're alone you can hear so much better. I heard people outside, talking and chatting about things. Most of them were talking about the revolution. Damn the revolution. The revolution stole her away from me. I loved her. She was all I ever loved, I don't think I'll ever be able to love again.
That night I had a dream. I dreamt that everything was black, all of it, the whole world. I was the only light in the darkness, I could see myself, but nothing else.
Then I saw Trinity.
She was faint at first, but as she got closer I began to see her better. She looked just like she did before, perfect in every way. She continued to walk closer, a warm smile on her face.
"Trinity." She silenced me before I could anymore, putting a gentle finger to my lips.
I slowly placed my hands on her hips and, she put hers on my shoulders. Then we kissed. She felt so warm, so real. For a second I let myself believe she was real. The warmth was so real, it felt human. That was what I really wanted. Something human.
But the warmness began to grow until it was hot, and still we kissed. The hot began to burn. Then I opened my eyes. Trinity's whole head was aflame. Her eyes glowed a blinding white, her skin a golden yellow, her hair a dangerous orange. The fire whipped out, burning and scarring my face, the brightness blinding my eyes. The sight was horrific. Something inside me told me to scream, to run away. But I didn't. I didn't because I liked it. That was what scared me the most.
Suddenly, she backed away, then threw me on the ground. I hit it with a thud, gasping in pain. She kneeled, the crawled on top of me. I didn't speak, I didn't cry. I just watched. Somehow, from the darkness Trinity produced a short yet sharp blade. I watched as she held it above me, burning majestically, then stabbed it into my chest. I felt no pain.
She dragged the blade down my front, opening up the wound. Then she stopped. She could no longer work, her hands had caught fire. Then I saw it. I saw where the burning was coming from. It was coming from within me.
From within my own personal Hell.
Then I woke up.