Title: What Alice Found There
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the copyrighted © Material in here, and I assure you, there is over much. I haven't made any money off this, and I don't own anything you recognise. If you don't recognise it, either you haven't seen or read what it is a reference to, or I thought of it. But I say again, I am not making any money or claiming to own anything. I did however, write this story, so please no fan-fic pirating (not that you'd want to).
Notes (Important): There are sooo many references to movies and books in here that I hope you can spot. It was a little touch I had fun adding, and I hope you enjoy this story.
Thankyou to: Trinity and Neo for being such a hot couple (that isn't what the story is about tho) and. oh yes, thankyou to all the ingenious authors here who inspired me to write fan fiction.
Part One; Gravy for the brain
Racism is still alive and thriving on the minds of people everywhere br
Damn, writer's block! The room was dark and distracting. Shapes made shadows that distorted the shape of the room, filling it with monsters and other fearsome things. "Chirp, over and out." said the girl, aloud, scaring herself. They'll hear me. The big question was who, but it was one she couldn't answer. It had been on her mind since she'd seen 'THE MATRIX'. A lot of things had entered her mind just then, so the things didn't seem connected. She shut down the computer, and drifted back to her human self, Alice. In her mind she was Chirp, always and forever. 15 years old and already screwed up. She got up and watched the shapely shadows shift into one another, watched them turn red.
Oh god, oh god, not again!
Moonbeams were glistening on the dark cool stone of the courtyard. Multitudes of stars sparkled in the vast sky. She sat on the edge of the fountain and looked at the gargoyles lining the walls. This was her favourite place to sit, she always felt safe here. No risk of anyone- or anything coming after her. There were sparkly pools of water left in the fountain. The sparkles were weaving in and out like a bunch of confused soldiers. They were starting to look a little like soldiers too; their jackets were red and everything.
1 No! Leave me alone.
Light danced across the elaborate frames that adorned the paintings. She could hear voices lilting whimsically along the perfume-thick air. "Oh, darling would." "What do you think of.?" "Oh isn't." "The girl looks as if she is trying to get out." "There is quite a sophisticated quality to."
I don't like this place. The paintings ranged from sickeningly exquisite to fascinatingly simple. She walked around and marvelled at the raw suffering inlayed in the pictures. She should be getting home. Or they would be here for her- she paused to stare at a magnificent painting of a boat. It seemed so majestic. and so real it was almost moving. But blood seemed to be soaking through the water as if someone had been killed.
Help!
Chirp coughed and coughed and coughed and then lay still. Please say that was the last time. She sat up gingerly, wondering what had jerked her out of it this time. She heard it again. A yell from upstairs. "Alice! Get to bed! You're up far to late!"
Chirp sipped her steaming coffee, ignoring the chattering students infesting the café. A girl two tables over was wearing a bright rainbow scarf and talking loudly about the car she was going to buy. The bell at the door jingled as a group of 'niners' to timidly ordering some drinks and muffins, rubbing their shaved heads nervously. Everything was sharp, almost outlined, like a colouring book. Things didn't drift together here. The door jingled again and a woman in leather entered. Heads turned in her direction, but as her sun-glass-covered stare swept the room, people quickly pretended to forget how much she stood out. Chirp went back to her coffee. God that woman seemed familiar...
Leather clad legs came into Chirp's line of vision and a measured voice spoke to her. "Is this seat taken?"
"No." Said Chirp, overly aware of how sugary her voice sounded. She was also aware of how her plainness showed so near to a beauty such as this. Those thoughts faded when the woman spoke again.
"You have destroyed many- matrices. At least in your own mind. But there is one more you can't find, is that right, Chirp?"
Chirp almost spit her coffee onto the table, but stopped herself just in time. "How'd you find me? I didn't put a picture on my site." She asked, hand over mouth
"We know a lot about you."
I think I have a psycho on my hands here. Not that I can't identify with that. "Could you take your sun glasses off, I have a thing about eye- contact."
The woman took her sunglasses on and put them onto the table, revealing entrancing sapphire-blue eyes that were so beautiful they almost sung aloud. But the pupils were red. or.
2 Fuck, not here! I thought I was safe.
Dark, light, dark, light. The dancers danced in time to the piano music, hardly having any space to move in the crowded room. An ocean of bodies swaying within an inexorable tide of intoxication. Life, light, shadows, music, laughing, singing. The room was so thick with-everything, that it made her feel sick. She didn't even have anyone to dance with. She just had to move along with everyone else so as not to get trampled.
Thank god; get me out of here.
Chirp was lying in the grass, head spinning, emotions clawing through her painfully.
"Do you want to know why that happened?"
Chirp looked around. She was in a park covered in green grass and soft light. "How on earth did I get here?" she thought aloud.
"I brought you here so you wouldn't make a scene. Now answer my question."
"What question?" Then it hit her- "You're dressed like Trinity from the Matrix- you even look- By god, you must be ins-"
"I'm not insane. I am Trinity. Remember the day you saw our movie? What else happened that day?"
Chirp's mind spun like a top. "My mother died." She said, her voice monotone.
"That's why you went to see the movie. To forget the pain. Have you ever connected those two things to what's happening to you now?"
"No." said Chirp quietly. No, no, no.
"I can't stay here long, but we have less time to get you out than I thought. Meet me at the corner of Grace Street nearest to Palmerston Square after school. I have to go."
"Godspeed." Muttered Chirp, curling up in the grass like a potato bug. No, no, no.
"It's worse that we expected Morpheus. But I don't know if she's going to like the solution we can offer." Said Trinity as Morpheus pulled the spike out of her head.
"If she wants to live, she doesn't have a choice." Whispered Neo, his deep voice sweetening the air around Trinity. She stood up deliberately, hoping Neo caught a glance down her shirt.
"How do you know she won't like it?" Tank wondered, his eyes flickering from Morpheus to Trinity as he spoke, and then back again.
"I don't know."
Morpheus didn't say a word, he just watched the green number's descent down the screen, as the little girl's mind stumbled through a network of rebellion.
"It's your choice Chirp. Take the blue pill, and you will wake up in your bed and find whatever truth you can. Take the red pill, and I show you the truth outside of you."
Chirp reached for the red pill, but her hand stopped. She covered her eyes and curled up in the chair.
It's red, it's red.
She was floating in a boat, over still, calm water. Everything was reflected in a glass like pool of enchantment. She petted the large grey bird with it's pure white crown absentmindedly, thinking everything looked pleasantly like an impressionist painting. She picked up her knitting needles and began to knit, the material softly turning from pink to red to.
Oh my god.
Chirp stopped screaming and looked around the warmly coloured room.
Morpheus seemed surprised past words by the unearthly screaming that had been radiating from her.
"Trinity, what's wrong with me?"
"Your mind won't accept the Matrix anymore. It's trying to get free of the program. You have to trust us."
She nodded and took the red pill with a shuddering hand.
Chirp didn't want to open her eyes. There was something that felt like petroleum jelly all around her. It was slick and disgusting against her skin. She moved against it and opened her eyes. The jelly was red as blood. She tried to scream but something metal was down her throat. There was something in her skin and her head and around her too. The struggled wildly to get free of the red jelly and broke to surface like a jumping fish. Her eyes widened as she saw what was around her. She tore frantically at the metal thing stuck down her throat and felt it tear back at her as she pulled it out. Then she screamed. A frightened banshee scream at the sight before her. Millions upon millions of helpless humans, entrapped in an endless field of pods. What was that Remembrance Day poem? In Flander's fields the poppies grow, between the crosses, row on row? Oh so suiting.
The clicking of machine parts and insect like movements warned her all was not well. She screamed at the- thing that hovered in front of her like a great spider hanging off its web. It reached out for her, and she stopped screaming as it fastened it claws around her neck. This was becoming quite fascinating.
The clinking of cutlery against metal, or scraping the inside of a bowl. Lights glaring off the edges of the table. Hands held in secret. Breathing. Dark and light eyes. An odd silence. Broken. "So, what exactly are we doing today?"
"More training."
"Does everyone go see the oracle?"
"Yes."
"When will I?"
"When you're ready."
"Oh." Pause. "Excuse me."
Chirp put her hand against the wall and watched the ghostly light patterns move around. They seemed human sometimes, and they spoke too. Voices that wanted company, voices that hated, voices that knew.
Rating:
Genre:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the copyrighted © Material in here, and I assure you, there is over much. I haven't made any money off this, and I don't own anything you recognise. If you don't recognise it, either you haven't seen or read what it is a reference to, or I thought of it. But I say again, I am not making any money or claiming to own anything. I did however, write this story, so please no fan-fic pirating (not that you'd want to).
Notes (Important): There are sooo many references to movies and books in here that I hope you can spot. It was a little touch I had fun adding, and I hope you enjoy this story.
Thankyou to: Trinity and Neo for being such a hot couple (that isn't what the story is about tho) and. oh yes, thankyou to all the ingenious authors here who inspired me to write fan fiction.
Part One; Gravy for the brain
Racism is still alive and thriving on the minds of people everywhere br
Damn, writer's block! The room was dark and distracting. Shapes made shadows that distorted the shape of the room, filling it with monsters and other fearsome things. "Chirp, over and out." said the girl, aloud, scaring herself. They'll hear me. The big question was who, but it was one she couldn't answer. It had been on her mind since she'd seen 'THE MATRIX'. A lot of things had entered her mind just then, so the things didn't seem connected. She shut down the computer, and drifted back to her human self, Alice. In her mind she was Chirp, always and forever. 15 years old and already screwed up. She got up and watched the shapely shadows shift into one another, watched them turn red.
Oh god, oh god, not again!
Moonbeams were glistening on the dark cool stone of the courtyard. Multitudes of stars sparkled in the vast sky. She sat on the edge of the fountain and looked at the gargoyles lining the walls. This was her favourite place to sit, she always felt safe here. No risk of anyone- or anything coming after her. There were sparkly pools of water left in the fountain. The sparkles were weaving in and out like a bunch of confused soldiers. They were starting to look a little like soldiers too; their jackets were red and everything.
1 No! Leave me alone.
Light danced across the elaborate frames that adorned the paintings. She could hear voices lilting whimsically along the perfume-thick air. "Oh, darling would." "What do you think of.?" "Oh isn't." "The girl looks as if she is trying to get out." "There is quite a sophisticated quality to."
I don't like this place. The paintings ranged from sickeningly exquisite to fascinatingly simple. She walked around and marvelled at the raw suffering inlayed in the pictures. She should be getting home. Or they would be here for her- she paused to stare at a magnificent painting of a boat. It seemed so majestic. and so real it was almost moving. But blood seemed to be soaking through the water as if someone had been killed.
Help!
Chirp coughed and coughed and coughed and then lay still. Please say that was the last time. She sat up gingerly, wondering what had jerked her out of it this time. She heard it again. A yell from upstairs. "Alice! Get to bed! You're up far to late!"
Chirp sipped her steaming coffee, ignoring the chattering students infesting the café. A girl two tables over was wearing a bright rainbow scarf and talking loudly about the car she was going to buy. The bell at the door jingled as a group of 'niners' to timidly ordering some drinks and muffins, rubbing their shaved heads nervously. Everything was sharp, almost outlined, like a colouring book. Things didn't drift together here. The door jingled again and a woman in leather entered. Heads turned in her direction, but as her sun-glass-covered stare swept the room, people quickly pretended to forget how much she stood out. Chirp went back to her coffee. God that woman seemed familiar...
Leather clad legs came into Chirp's line of vision and a measured voice spoke to her. "Is this seat taken?"
"No." Said Chirp, overly aware of how sugary her voice sounded. She was also aware of how her plainness showed so near to a beauty such as this. Those thoughts faded when the woman spoke again.
"You have destroyed many- matrices. At least in your own mind. But there is one more you can't find, is that right, Chirp?"
Chirp almost spit her coffee onto the table, but stopped herself just in time. "How'd you find me? I didn't put a picture on my site." She asked, hand over mouth
"We know a lot about you."
I think I have a psycho on my hands here. Not that I can't identify with that. "Could you take your sun glasses off, I have a thing about eye- contact."
The woman took her sunglasses on and put them onto the table, revealing entrancing sapphire-blue eyes that were so beautiful they almost sung aloud. But the pupils were red. or.
2 Fuck, not here! I thought I was safe.
Dark, light, dark, light. The dancers danced in time to the piano music, hardly having any space to move in the crowded room. An ocean of bodies swaying within an inexorable tide of intoxication. Life, light, shadows, music, laughing, singing. The room was so thick with-everything, that it made her feel sick. She didn't even have anyone to dance with. She just had to move along with everyone else so as not to get trampled.
Thank god; get me out of here.
Chirp was lying in the grass, head spinning, emotions clawing through her painfully.
"Do you want to know why that happened?"
Chirp looked around. She was in a park covered in green grass and soft light. "How on earth did I get here?" she thought aloud.
"I brought you here so you wouldn't make a scene. Now answer my question."
"What question?" Then it hit her- "You're dressed like Trinity from the Matrix- you even look- By god, you must be ins-"
"I'm not insane. I am Trinity. Remember the day you saw our movie? What else happened that day?"
Chirp's mind spun like a top. "My mother died." She said, her voice monotone.
"That's why you went to see the movie. To forget the pain. Have you ever connected those two things to what's happening to you now?"
"No." said Chirp quietly. No, no, no.
"I can't stay here long, but we have less time to get you out than I thought. Meet me at the corner of Grace Street nearest to Palmerston Square after school. I have to go."
"Godspeed." Muttered Chirp, curling up in the grass like a potato bug. No, no, no.
"It's worse that we expected Morpheus. But I don't know if she's going to like the solution we can offer." Said Trinity as Morpheus pulled the spike out of her head.
"If she wants to live, she doesn't have a choice." Whispered Neo, his deep voice sweetening the air around Trinity. She stood up deliberately, hoping Neo caught a glance down her shirt.
"How do you know she won't like it?" Tank wondered, his eyes flickering from Morpheus to Trinity as he spoke, and then back again.
"I don't know."
Morpheus didn't say a word, he just watched the green number's descent down the screen, as the little girl's mind stumbled through a network of rebellion.
"It's your choice Chirp. Take the blue pill, and you will wake up in your bed and find whatever truth you can. Take the red pill, and I show you the truth outside of you."
Chirp reached for the red pill, but her hand stopped. She covered her eyes and curled up in the chair.
It's red, it's red.
She was floating in a boat, over still, calm water. Everything was reflected in a glass like pool of enchantment. She petted the large grey bird with it's pure white crown absentmindedly, thinking everything looked pleasantly like an impressionist painting. She picked up her knitting needles and began to knit, the material softly turning from pink to red to.
Oh my god.
Chirp stopped screaming and looked around the warmly coloured room.
Morpheus seemed surprised past words by the unearthly screaming that had been radiating from her.
"Trinity, what's wrong with me?"
"Your mind won't accept the Matrix anymore. It's trying to get free of the program. You have to trust us."
She nodded and took the red pill with a shuddering hand.
Chirp didn't want to open her eyes. There was something that felt like petroleum jelly all around her. It was slick and disgusting against her skin. She moved against it and opened her eyes. The jelly was red as blood. She tried to scream but something metal was down her throat. There was something in her skin and her head and around her too. The struggled wildly to get free of the red jelly and broke to surface like a jumping fish. Her eyes widened as she saw what was around her. She tore frantically at the metal thing stuck down her throat and felt it tear back at her as she pulled it out. Then she screamed. A frightened banshee scream at the sight before her. Millions upon millions of helpless humans, entrapped in an endless field of pods. What was that Remembrance Day poem? In Flander's fields the poppies grow, between the crosses, row on row? Oh so suiting.
The clicking of machine parts and insect like movements warned her all was not well. She screamed at the- thing that hovered in front of her like a great spider hanging off its web. It reached out for her, and she stopped screaming as it fastened it claws around her neck. This was becoming quite fascinating.
The clinking of cutlery against metal, or scraping the inside of a bowl. Lights glaring off the edges of the table. Hands held in secret. Breathing. Dark and light eyes. An odd silence. Broken. "So, what exactly are we doing today?"
"More training."
"Does everyone go see the oracle?"
"Yes."
"When will I?"
"When you're ready."
"Oh." Pause. "Excuse me."
Chirp put her hand against the wall and watched the ghostly light patterns move around. They seemed human sometimes, and they spoke too. Voices that wanted company, voices that hated, voices that knew.
