Angel: Hey peoples! I was bored while trying to write new chapters and started this so tell me if I should continue!!!
Meiko: You're going to end up like Freai and have too many stories to handle.
Angel: So?
Meiko: 0.o I give up.
Angel: Can someone do the disclaimers?
crickets chirping
Angel: Well, I'll just find someone. Let's see. (types madly on the keyboard and Seto Kaiba appears) Do the disclaimers and I'll let you go home.
Seto: I highly doubt that.
Angel: What? You don't trust me? ;;
Seto: No.
Angel: Oh, well. Do the disclaimers anyway!
Seto: -- DarkAngel302 doesn't own the Matrix or Yu-Gi-Oh! Thank God for that.
Angel: Good, now lets get to the story-
Seto: Wait, you said I could go home.
Angel: I lied! (Types madly on the computer again and Seto gets strapped to a chair that appears out of no where)
Seto: I hate you.
Meiko: Join the club.
Angel: What club? Why am I not in it!!! ;;
Meiko: -.-
Angel: (sits on Seto's lap since he can't do anything about it) Enjoy the story!
Rating: PG-13. I know the movie is R, but I don't really care. Basically for violence and language.
Summary: There are many important people and programs in the Matrix: The Oracle, The Architect, The One. There are many more as well, but there is one that is the most important, even more important than the One; The Chosen. Who would have thought that that person wouldn't be able to defend himself if his life depended on it, and a person we all know for that matter: Ryou Bakura.
The Matrix: Redline
Chapter 1
He was running, and had been for a wile; he could tell by how short his breath was. His feet hurt, he could taste blood through his teeth, and he was soaking wet from the pouring rain. Silver-white locks plastered to his forehead and large brown eyes wide in fright he ran for his very life, they were chasing him.
They had been looking for him for some time now, and poor Ryou didn't know why. They did something to him, he just knew it. They must be the ones that caused a lot of his friends to disappear.
First it was Mokuba, he had been kidnapped about 18 months ago; a year and a half. Then about a year ago, his best friend had disappeared; Malik. Not even Isis or Rashid any idea where he was. Soon after Ogoti's shop was closed and sold, and Ogoti hadn't been found either. Then Kaiba followed, and his company tumbled into chaos with both Kaiba brothers gone.
Now they were after him.
Why he knew they did something to him, he couldn't reach Bakura. It was like the Ring around his neck was just an ordinary pendant. Bakura had been split from Ryou for the past two years and nothing, nothing like this had ever happened.
Hot tears streamed down Ryou's face as he skidded into an alley and ran down it, he could hear their footsteps behind him. But Ryou had made a wrong move, the alley had a dead end. Breathing heavy, Ryou started to look around for a way to escape, but there were no doors.
Ryou then spotted a fire escape and started to climb it, his already numb fingers grasping the cold metal bars. He tried to move as fast as he could up the wet steps, but his drenched tennis shoes slipped on the steps and he fell many times. Ryou didn't dare look down for fear he would freeze when he saw who had been chasing him.
But that didn't help as a loud sound was herd and something shot past Ryou's shoulder at the speed of light. They were shooting at him! 'Oh God they have guns,' Ryou cried to himself. And he tried to get to the top as fast as humanly possible while dodging bullets out of pure luck at the same time.
Ryou finally made it too the roof and he ran to the first door that was in sight. He jiggled and turned to ice-cold handle, but it was locked. The rain started to fall harder and faster, he looked around frantically for another door. And saw over by the fire escape three men that looked like FBI agents climbing up, each having a gun in hand.
The one closest to him shot at him again. Ryou ducked, hoping that the bullet would miss him, and ran to the other side of the roof to see another door. Ryou raced towards it while hearing more gun shots behind him. Ryou slammed into the door, turning the handle to find it unlocked. Ryou would have cried from relief, but he still had to make it out of the building alive. He ran down the hallways, and down the stairs. Well, more like falling down the stairs to any one who saw him. But as he reached the bottom, he spotted the way out.
The white-haired teen ran down the long hallway only to be grabbed and drug inside one of the rooms. Ryou found himself being thrown on top of a table. And the three men from before entered the room. Ryou was shaking from fear, and from the cold. What were they going to do to him. His heavy breaths and his racing heart were all Ryou could hear for a minute, before he heard one of the men talk to him.
"Mr. Bakura, we have been keeping an eye on you for sometime now," the one that had shot at him on the roof said. Ryou sat up on the table, looking at all four of the men.
"How do you know my name," he asked, his voice indicating how tired he was by his short breaths between the British accent.
"Oh, that's not all we know," the man said, and Ryou had a bad feeling that he was mocking him. "We know you've been doing some things, illegal things."
"I've done nothing."
"Indeed," the man answered, his single word more of a question than a statement. "Then, could you tell me who Ry is?" Ryou was speechless, someone had sold him out. Ryou had been using some equipment, made by him of course, to make and sell small disks that can be inserted into a computer to give the user unlimited hacking access to any and all computer systems. Well, at least that was what he knew; most of the people that bought these disks thought they were just used to give free music and movie downloads.
I guess no one knew Ryou was a genius.
"Just as I thought," the man said before Ryou could answer. "You are Ry, you have been living two lives Mr. Bakura." The man slowly circled the table. "You remind me of another man, just like you, a little older. But still just like you, unusually like you. He lived two lives. His first he was Mr. Tomas Anderson, a well respected computer programmer. Then, his other life, he was Neo, a hacker who broke every single computer related law that we have."
"What happened to him," Ryou asked, wondering how many laws he had actually broken.
"He lost everything, Mr. Bakura," the man said slowly. "Now, you haven't broken all of the laws, yet, but you would still spend the rest of your life in prison. Now, depending on your trial, that could be either 80 years, or about a week." Ryou gulped, he would either spend the rest of his life in prison, or be executed.
"But, we have a deal to be made with you," the man told him. "We realize you have been contacted by a certain individual, a terrorist to be exact. Now whether you know he was a terrorist or not, if you decide to help us that will not matter." Ryou hadn't taken his eyes of the man, something wasn't right about him, it was like he wasn't really there.
"Who are you," Ryou asked, not realizing what he was saying until after he said it. The man smiled, or so it looked like. It wasn't a happy, sadistic, or mournful smile. It was still a smile though, but one that Ryou would have described as if a snake could smile, it would look the exact same.
"You can call me Smith, that is all you need to know." Ryou was really starting to get a bad feeling about the man that stood before him. "Now, back to my deal. The man's name is Morpheus." That did ring a bell, he had been contacted by a man that called himself Morpheus, and had asked him some awkward questions. But he seemed to already know the answers, and was just toying with him. Ryou had never seen nor head the man, but he had contacted him through his computer, which should have been impossible.
"Mr. Bakura, we don't have a lot of time, so I'm going to make this as clear as possible: If you help us, you're criminal record will be wiped clean, and you will never here from me again." Ryou highly doubted that, there had to be a catch. And the words criminal record sent chills up his spine, Ryou hadn't really done anything bad ever.
"What's the catch," Ryou asked. Smith seemed to be getting irritated.
"We get what we want, no catch involved," Smith said, his words straining. "Now, Mr. Bakura, you are going to help us whether you like it or not so we are just going to go through with my deal without your say or not. We know you do not want any trouble and we need your cooperation and if you will not give it to us willingly we will take it." And with that he snapped his fingers and Ryou found himself pinned to the table by two of the men.
"Try to relax, Mr. Bakura, this shouldn't hurt too much," Smith said in another mocking tone as he took out something from his pocket. It was a small silver case about the size and shape of a cell-phone, he flipped it open and took out a small object shaped like a tear drop. A light on it glowed red and it started to grow, a liquid like substance covered the larger end and it suddenly broke apart. Now the object looked like a mechanical crawdad.
"What are you going to do," Ryou asked frantically will trying to brake away from the men who had him pinned down. Smith lifted up his shirt and lowered the thing onto Ryou's stomach. The white-haired teen's eyes grew wide in fright as it started to move.
"GET IT OFF OF ME!!!" he screamed. But no one made any move except to hold him down. The thing started to crawl into his belly-button and make it's way inside. Ryou closed his eyes, he didn't need to see that. But didn't realize he would feel it as well. Ryou screamed from the pain until he finally opened his eyes to see the thing was gone.
It was inside of him.
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Ryou screamed and shot up in his bed. Sweat pouring off his face he looked around frantically, he was home, in bed. The digital clock next to his bed read 3:12 a.m. It was just a dream.
'Just a dream, it was just a dream.'
"Just a dream," he said, this time out loud, not really believing his own words. 'Then why did it feel so real?' Ryou sighed and fell back on to his pillow staring at the ceiling. So much had changed every since he had started his last year in high school. Now it was summer, and Ryou feared how much more would change when he went to college. Then there was this thing he had been searching for, between homework and school he spent all his time searching for it. Barley sleeping or eating at all, it was driving him mad.
He was trying to find the Matrix.
He had heard of it, and how hard it was to hack into, so Ryou thought it was a company or industry or something. But the more he tried to find out about it, the less information he seemed to get. But while searching, Ryou found out the Matrix was more of a place, but you could still hack into it.
His curiosity growing, Ryou had skipped days of school at a time to try and find what the Matrix was, until he found that he couldn't find it on his own. He had to be shown, which was something Ryou wasn't good at. He wasn't a leader, but he wasn't a follower either; he worked by himself, no one else involved in any way. But this was different, a man named Morpheus had to show him the Matrix.
So Ryou started to try and find Morpheus instead of the Matrix, and failed more at that than he did before. But it seemed Morpheus was the one who would find him.
'Damn,' Ryou thought to himself. 'There's so much shit going on, why me, why do I have to always be the center of attention.' It was times like this that he wished he had his best friends to call or talk to. Ogoti and Malik had been Ryou's only true friends, besides Bakura who basically lived with him.
There was a time that all three were unable to talk to him, so he went to Kaiba, who he had more of a school-related friendship with. But Kaiba was gone too, and Ryou would kill himself before he went to Yugi for help. He was tired of always getting help from him.
Before Malik moved there or before Ogoti transferred and Ryou was still with 'the gang' as people would call them, Tristan use to always be there for him. Especially when he found out Bakura was abusing Ryou, but that had stopped a long time ago and was nearly forgotten. Plus, would Tristan really understand Ryou now, after all that has happened.
RING!!!
The telephone broke Ryou's train of thought. Large brown eyes looked over at the digital clock. It was passed 3:30, who would be calling him now of all times? None the less, Ryou reached over to his bedside table and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Ryou found his voice hoarse, he hadn't noticed it before. Like he had been screaming, and his eyes felt puffy and his nose was running. Like he had either been crying or out in the rain, which was beating against his bedroom window. But that had all happened in the dream, or was it a dream at all.
"This phone line is tapped so I'll have to make this brief," came a deep sounding voice on the other end. "Do you know who this is Ry?"
"Morpheus," Ryou whispered.
"Yes, they got to you first, but we can change that," Morpheus continued. "You still want answers don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good, then go to the Domino City docks and I will see you soon." There was a click as Morpheus hung up. His words were still sounding through Ryou's head, he had finally heard what he sounded like, and would get to meet him!
Realizing he was still in bed, Ryou got up and got dressed. If Morpheus knew answers to his questions, maybe he could answer some others besides 'What is the Matrix' and 'How do I get there?' Something much more important, to him anyway. Something like:
'Where are my friends' and 'Are they alright, or alive for that matter?'
But it was up to him to find out.
Should I continue or did it suck?
Seto: It sucked.
Angel: You just didn't like it because Mokuba was gone for about a year before you joined him.
Seto: So, where are we.
Meiko: Have you ever seen the Matrix?
Seto: No.
Angel: YEAH! Now we have something to do tonight.Oh yeah, I almost forgot.Ahem.COOKIES AND SETO PLUSHIES TO ALL WHO REVIEW!!! LOVE YA LOTS!
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