Disclaimer: I do not own The Matrix, or anything to do with it. And I don't own the Twins, but I really want to because they're both soooo hot!! I love them! :) Oh yeah, I do own Adrian though, so he's MINE!! ALL MINE!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAAAA!! :)
Two. A number. Used to measure amounts, count objects, and rate certain things in order of how good or important they are. Therefore, not as good as One. Strange, considering how they were twins. Two studied his brother, noting how they were, in fact, identical. He knew that they were created together, and they were equal in every aspect. So why was he only Two, when his brother was One? What was it that separated them?
"It doesn't matter," One said casually, reading his brother's thoughts. Two shrugged, and they continued walking down the hallway of Merovignian's lair. Not that it was a lair, really, but Two insisted on calling it that. He thought it sounded cool. And besides, it drove Merovignian nuts.
Two stopped suddenly, noticing something he hadn't realised before. The room seemed to be getting hotter, then colder again. He looked around, and noticed how it took several seconds for his vision to focus each time he moved his eyes. He glanced over at One, who was saying something to him while walking on, unaware that Two had stopped, but he couldn't make out what his twin was saying. It was as if he was speaking through a wall. The room seemed to be spinning around him, and he felt as if he could hardly move. He walked forward quickly, tapped One on the shoulder to get his attention, tried to say something, and collapsed.
"Two?" One crouched on the floor next to his unconscious brother, trying desperately to rouse him. Something was wrong. He tilted Two's head gently up, inspecting his features for any sign of what might have caused him to collapse. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he looked up, to see Persephone walking idly down the corridor. He ran over to her, catching her by the arm before she could walk away.
"Where's Adrian?" He asked, referring to Merovignian's personal mechanic and programmer. Persephone shrugged.
"I don't know. I think he went into the parking lot."
"Okay, I need you to get him for me." Persephone raised an eyebrow in confusion, and One shook his head. "There's no time to explain. I can't go because I need to make sure that Two is okay, and...just hurry, okay?" Persephone smirked.
"Since when did you give me orders?" She asked slyly, and One groaned with frustration.
"Please, just go," he moaned, and Persephone strolled off towards the parking lot, leaving One alone with his twin.
Two. A number. Used to measure amounts, count objects, and rate certain things in order of how good or important they are. Therefore, not as good as One. Strange, considering how they were twins. Two studied his brother, noting how they were, in fact, identical. He knew that they were created together, and they were equal in every aspect. So why was he only Two, when his brother was One? What was it that separated them?
"It doesn't matter," One said casually, reading his brother's thoughts. Two shrugged, and they continued walking down the hallway of Merovignian's lair. Not that it was a lair, really, but Two insisted on calling it that. He thought it sounded cool. And besides, it drove Merovignian nuts.
Two stopped suddenly, noticing something he hadn't realised before. The room seemed to be getting hotter, then colder again. He looked around, and noticed how it took several seconds for his vision to focus each time he moved his eyes. He glanced over at One, who was saying something to him while walking on, unaware that Two had stopped, but he couldn't make out what his twin was saying. It was as if he was speaking through a wall. The room seemed to be spinning around him, and he felt as if he could hardly move. He walked forward quickly, tapped One on the shoulder to get his attention, tried to say something, and collapsed.
"Two?" One crouched on the floor next to his unconscious brother, trying desperately to rouse him. Something was wrong. He tilted Two's head gently up, inspecting his features for any sign of what might have caused him to collapse. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he looked up, to see Persephone walking idly down the corridor. He ran over to her, catching her by the arm before she could walk away.
"Where's Adrian?" He asked, referring to Merovignian's personal mechanic and programmer. Persephone shrugged.
"I don't know. I think he went into the parking lot."
"Okay, I need you to get him for me." Persephone raised an eyebrow in confusion, and One shook his head. "There's no time to explain. I can't go because I need to make sure that Two is okay, and...just hurry, okay?" Persephone smirked.
"Since when did you give me orders?" She asked slyly, and One groaned with frustration.
"Please, just go," he moaned, and Persephone strolled off towards the parking lot, leaving One alone with his twin.