Disclaimer: The Wachowski Brothers own all the original Matrix characters.
I own Crystal and Peter.
Chapter One: Another Frigid Night
"Just another frigid, blustery night with the wind sighing in protest, just like my life," pondered Crystal as she kicked a rock in her angst. Crystal's flaming hair flew wildly in the wind as her emerald-green eyes gently choked back the tears held in for so long. Her sharp nose was red from the icy frost while her usual peaches-and-cream complexion was pale from the delicate snowflakes around her. Crystal sorrowfully stared down at her turquoise trench coat with her clashing combat boots adorned with silver buckles. "If only my life could be as pure as the innocent snow, if only it could be shoveled out of the driveway when it got to be an obstacle...if I would've have never met..." Her last word was drowned out by a heart-breaking sob. "Oh, wonderful Peter," she thought as tears continued to trickle down, "I remember meeting you so well..."
On that fateful day, Crystal had been in a dream-like trance from her wonderful promotion to software specialist, after Mr. Thomas Andersen had disappeared. Crystal thought it a shame that the mysterious, handsome, intelligent man she had cultivated a friendship with had gone away so suddenly. So, she had started a thorough search to find this friend who led double lives, one as a software specialist under his real name and another as a well-known hacker under Neo. Unfortunately, she had only been at her search on the Internet and around the streets for two days before two men in dark suits with sunglasses told her robotically that Mr. Andersen had died. Crystal was shocked and quietly took one last look at his beautiful brown eyes in a picture before the agents threw it away. Oddly, Crystal dealt with pain by pretending it never happened, so she chirpily accepted Mr. Andersen's old position the next day, oblivious to the fact that the agents wanted to steer her as far away from the resistance as possible.
Clueless Crystal suspected nothing of another world existing other than the one in which she lived, but she constantly had a sinking feeling that there was more to the world than what the eye saw. She always felt like she was in some dream-like trance or that she hadn't gotten enough sleep, so she always had the feeling of a zombie wandering a cemetery. However, she wasn't happy or miserable in her life, with a normal childhood and an adolescence of constantly being called a geek because all kids are cruel in school. She was as ordinary as any other person until she laid eyes on the most perfect guy, the man of her dreams.
When Crystal was merely fifteen, she had written in a diary exactly what the man of her dreams would be like: He will walk like a gust of wind, grinning at everyone in his path. He will be six feet tall with striking blue eyes that are windows into his soul. His hair will be brighter than any gold can muster and his adorable dimples will always appear on his face. He will have laughter like ringing bells and always know what to say. He will be sensitive and kind, wonderful and caring, funny and strong, with a burning desire to help others. He will be my dream guy.
Now at twenty-three, she shockingly saw the embodiment of her dreams grinning as he ordered her favorite drink, a chocolate-vanilla float. Because she was so busy gaping in astonishment, she failed to notice a trucker scream from his yellow truck, "Move it lady! Are you retarded or something?" So of course a pile of manure quickly covered her hair in the worst smell. Crystal cringed her nose at the stagnant smell as the truck driver said, "Don't you dare cringe your nose at this premium quality! You know how many people would pay big bucks for this stuff? You're incredibly lucky to get for free!" he grumbled in disgust as he pulled away from the curb.
Crystal moaned, "Great, my true love is right around the corner and he just witnessed all my stellar luck in getting free manure! Maybe he'll be a farmer and want to pick off the free manure for his farm, but other than that chance, it's highly unlikely that he'll speak to me." Crystal tried to shrug off and smile at the incident to impress the gleaming stranger now curiously staring at her. However, her humiliation had not come to an end since Crystal had always been especially prone to accidents in front of good-looking guys. On her way to the quaint checkered tablecloth where her current obsession sat, a car splashed water in her face, ten pigeons had decided to excrete on her skirt, and she tripped on the curb, breaking both of her magenta high-heeled shoes. In exasperation, she plopped down onto a wooden chair in front of the man she had hoped to impress but knew had utterly caused the impression that she was mentally impaired. "Hey, what have I got to lose?" she thought as she sat down at his table. "Hi, my name is Crystal. I'm not usually so lucky as to get free manure then a free shower by a car, but I guess you're my lucky charm. What's your name?" The stranger laughed and flashed a perfect set of teeth that nearly caused Crystal to melt right on the spot. "You can call me Peter. I have to say, not many women covered in manure sit next to me." "Well, Peter, I'm not many women," winked Crystal. "Why don't you get cleaned up so I can find that out for myself?" "I'd love to! Pick me up at seven here at this bar. I'll miss you," teased Crystal.
With a merry skip in her step, Crystal never stopped to wonder the strangeness of a man asking her out after smelling so much horse manure. She never stopped to ponder why anyone in his or her right mind would take a stranger out to dinner. The disease of love hit her and it had blinded all the suspicions in her mind. She was oblivious to pain and joyfully chose a sexy but unoriginal red dress for her date with a dream.
The date had not gone as she had expected. In fact, despite Peter's pleasant company, it seemed he was not attracted to her at all. They had both gotten to know each other and found they had many of the same tastes, but while Crystal was madly in love with Peter, Peter merely laughed at all her flattery and flirtatious comments and was ignorant of Crystal's burning desire of being more than friends. They ended the night with a quick handshake and Crystal's invitation to spend the night bluntly turned down.
Despite her disappointment, Crystal was determined to seduce the love of her life into returning her powerful feelings. Week after week, Crystal persisted in her mission, but to no avail. Peter promptly ignored all her flirting, teasing, and sexy implications. Distraught, Crystal became suspicious of another woman so she expertly installed a monitor on Peter's phones and computers to catch the culprit of standing in the way of the happiness in her love life.
To her dismay, Crystal's installations had only uncovered the scrambled messages of a man's voice constantly murmuring about "The Matrix" and "The Resistance." She could only assume that the matrix was the mathematical term and that Peter had to use it for some complex calculations in his job. As for The Resistance, she thought it probably meant another strike that Peter had to solve.
"It's really suspicious that Peter didn't even mention his job to me. For all I know, he could be in the mafia, in a gang, a drug dealer...Great, aside from trying to seduce him unsuccessfully for five weeks, I also have to find out what he does for a living," thought Crystal.
Crystal's obsessive behavior may have seemed like the act of a desperate single woman, but strangely it was quite on the contrary. During Crystal's seducing mission, no less than ten men had sent her flowers asking her out to a drink. Crystal ignored the fragrances of the roses and daisies and had eyes only for Peter. Brad Pitt had even proposed to Crystal, his former sweet heart, but Crystal looked away, knowing that she was bound to find her dream man. Now she had definitely found her dream man, but with a romance in hell that only made her miserable.
"Whoever said love lifts us up where we belong obviously never felt unrequited love. Unrequited love slaps our self-esteem to the ground," mumbled Crystal as she sighed and once again faced the challenge of trying to make her true love fall return her feelings. "Peter, what is that you do for a living?"
"Um, I...That's none of your business!"
"Peter, why are you constantly shutting me out of your life? I know nothing of your childhood, your job, your past sweethearts...Why do you pain me so by leaving me in oblivion about the person I care most about, you?"
"For the last time, I only like you as a friend! Why is that so hard to understand?"
"Because I don't know how a love as great as mine can be returned with only feelings of tolerance!"
"You ask too much of me! Get out of my house!"
And Crystal ran out into the street and found herself in a cold night with the sighing wind. After wallowing in self pity observing the swirling snow- flakes around her, she was startled by a whispering voice, "Crystal..." "Who's there?" asked Crystal shakily. A man adorned all in black with sunglasses stepped out of the shadows. He quietly removed his shades. Crystal gasped in astonishment. "T-Tom? Tom Andersen?" Suggestions? Comments? Complaints?
I own Crystal and Peter.
Chapter One: Another Frigid Night
"Just another frigid, blustery night with the wind sighing in protest, just like my life," pondered Crystal as she kicked a rock in her angst. Crystal's flaming hair flew wildly in the wind as her emerald-green eyes gently choked back the tears held in for so long. Her sharp nose was red from the icy frost while her usual peaches-and-cream complexion was pale from the delicate snowflakes around her. Crystal sorrowfully stared down at her turquoise trench coat with her clashing combat boots adorned with silver buckles. "If only my life could be as pure as the innocent snow, if only it could be shoveled out of the driveway when it got to be an obstacle...if I would've have never met..." Her last word was drowned out by a heart-breaking sob. "Oh, wonderful Peter," she thought as tears continued to trickle down, "I remember meeting you so well..."
On that fateful day, Crystal had been in a dream-like trance from her wonderful promotion to software specialist, after Mr. Thomas Andersen had disappeared. Crystal thought it a shame that the mysterious, handsome, intelligent man she had cultivated a friendship with had gone away so suddenly. So, she had started a thorough search to find this friend who led double lives, one as a software specialist under his real name and another as a well-known hacker under Neo. Unfortunately, she had only been at her search on the Internet and around the streets for two days before two men in dark suits with sunglasses told her robotically that Mr. Andersen had died. Crystal was shocked and quietly took one last look at his beautiful brown eyes in a picture before the agents threw it away. Oddly, Crystal dealt with pain by pretending it never happened, so she chirpily accepted Mr. Andersen's old position the next day, oblivious to the fact that the agents wanted to steer her as far away from the resistance as possible.
Clueless Crystal suspected nothing of another world existing other than the one in which she lived, but she constantly had a sinking feeling that there was more to the world than what the eye saw. She always felt like she was in some dream-like trance or that she hadn't gotten enough sleep, so she always had the feeling of a zombie wandering a cemetery. However, she wasn't happy or miserable in her life, with a normal childhood and an adolescence of constantly being called a geek because all kids are cruel in school. She was as ordinary as any other person until she laid eyes on the most perfect guy, the man of her dreams.
When Crystal was merely fifteen, she had written in a diary exactly what the man of her dreams would be like: He will walk like a gust of wind, grinning at everyone in his path. He will be six feet tall with striking blue eyes that are windows into his soul. His hair will be brighter than any gold can muster and his adorable dimples will always appear on his face. He will have laughter like ringing bells and always know what to say. He will be sensitive and kind, wonderful and caring, funny and strong, with a burning desire to help others. He will be my dream guy.
Now at twenty-three, she shockingly saw the embodiment of her dreams grinning as he ordered her favorite drink, a chocolate-vanilla float. Because she was so busy gaping in astonishment, she failed to notice a trucker scream from his yellow truck, "Move it lady! Are you retarded or something?" So of course a pile of manure quickly covered her hair in the worst smell. Crystal cringed her nose at the stagnant smell as the truck driver said, "Don't you dare cringe your nose at this premium quality! You know how many people would pay big bucks for this stuff? You're incredibly lucky to get for free!" he grumbled in disgust as he pulled away from the curb.
Crystal moaned, "Great, my true love is right around the corner and he just witnessed all my stellar luck in getting free manure! Maybe he'll be a farmer and want to pick off the free manure for his farm, but other than that chance, it's highly unlikely that he'll speak to me." Crystal tried to shrug off and smile at the incident to impress the gleaming stranger now curiously staring at her. However, her humiliation had not come to an end since Crystal had always been especially prone to accidents in front of good-looking guys. On her way to the quaint checkered tablecloth where her current obsession sat, a car splashed water in her face, ten pigeons had decided to excrete on her skirt, and she tripped on the curb, breaking both of her magenta high-heeled shoes. In exasperation, she plopped down onto a wooden chair in front of the man she had hoped to impress but knew had utterly caused the impression that she was mentally impaired. "Hey, what have I got to lose?" she thought as she sat down at his table. "Hi, my name is Crystal. I'm not usually so lucky as to get free manure then a free shower by a car, but I guess you're my lucky charm. What's your name?" The stranger laughed and flashed a perfect set of teeth that nearly caused Crystal to melt right on the spot. "You can call me Peter. I have to say, not many women covered in manure sit next to me." "Well, Peter, I'm not many women," winked Crystal. "Why don't you get cleaned up so I can find that out for myself?" "I'd love to! Pick me up at seven here at this bar. I'll miss you," teased Crystal.
With a merry skip in her step, Crystal never stopped to wonder the strangeness of a man asking her out after smelling so much horse manure. She never stopped to ponder why anyone in his or her right mind would take a stranger out to dinner. The disease of love hit her and it had blinded all the suspicions in her mind. She was oblivious to pain and joyfully chose a sexy but unoriginal red dress for her date with a dream.
The date had not gone as she had expected. In fact, despite Peter's pleasant company, it seemed he was not attracted to her at all. They had both gotten to know each other and found they had many of the same tastes, but while Crystal was madly in love with Peter, Peter merely laughed at all her flattery and flirtatious comments and was ignorant of Crystal's burning desire of being more than friends. They ended the night with a quick handshake and Crystal's invitation to spend the night bluntly turned down.
Despite her disappointment, Crystal was determined to seduce the love of her life into returning her powerful feelings. Week after week, Crystal persisted in her mission, but to no avail. Peter promptly ignored all her flirting, teasing, and sexy implications. Distraught, Crystal became suspicious of another woman so she expertly installed a monitor on Peter's phones and computers to catch the culprit of standing in the way of the happiness in her love life.
To her dismay, Crystal's installations had only uncovered the scrambled messages of a man's voice constantly murmuring about "The Matrix" and "The Resistance." She could only assume that the matrix was the mathematical term and that Peter had to use it for some complex calculations in his job. As for The Resistance, she thought it probably meant another strike that Peter had to solve.
"It's really suspicious that Peter didn't even mention his job to me. For all I know, he could be in the mafia, in a gang, a drug dealer...Great, aside from trying to seduce him unsuccessfully for five weeks, I also have to find out what he does for a living," thought Crystal.
Crystal's obsessive behavior may have seemed like the act of a desperate single woman, but strangely it was quite on the contrary. During Crystal's seducing mission, no less than ten men had sent her flowers asking her out to a drink. Crystal ignored the fragrances of the roses and daisies and had eyes only for Peter. Brad Pitt had even proposed to Crystal, his former sweet heart, but Crystal looked away, knowing that she was bound to find her dream man. Now she had definitely found her dream man, but with a romance in hell that only made her miserable.
"Whoever said love lifts us up where we belong obviously never felt unrequited love. Unrequited love slaps our self-esteem to the ground," mumbled Crystal as she sighed and once again faced the challenge of trying to make her true love fall return her feelings. "Peter, what is that you do for a living?"
"Um, I...That's none of your business!"
"Peter, why are you constantly shutting me out of your life? I know nothing of your childhood, your job, your past sweethearts...Why do you pain me so by leaving me in oblivion about the person I care most about, you?"
"For the last time, I only like you as a friend! Why is that so hard to understand?"
"Because I don't know how a love as great as mine can be returned with only feelings of tolerance!"
"You ask too much of me! Get out of my house!"
And Crystal ran out into the street and found herself in a cold night with the sighing wind. After wallowing in self pity observing the swirling snow- flakes around her, she was startled by a whispering voice, "Crystal..." "Who's there?" asked Crystal shakily. A man adorned all in black with sunglasses stepped out of the shadows. He quietly removed his shades. Crystal gasped in astonishment. "T-Tom? Tom Andersen?" Suggestions? Comments? Complaints?