LEGAL-OWN NOTHING(DAMN), PLEASE DON'T SUE.
THANK YOU 2 TARYN (without your knowledge I got a little of whif of how I liked Mouse's
background to be.
ARCHIVE-SURE TAKE, ASK. I'M OVER-WORKED, AND EVIL. I'LL SEEK REVENGE.
E-MAIL-raceforme@altavista.com
PLEASE IGNORE SPELLING, I KNOW IT'S ANNOYING, BUT I'M USING NOTEPAD, AND I'M LAZY. SORRY.
PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW, REALLY EGOTISTICAL, EVEN BE MEAN, JUST NOT ABOUT SPELLING I ALREADY
EXPLAINED THAT.
ABOUT MOUSE.(YEEEAAAHHH.)
BREAKING
Morpheus lay in the natural feeling of the Neb. The dark, and cold, but familure
envioronment. He pondered his state, he had been right, he had found the one. He had
suceeded greatly, he had begun to chip away at the Matrix. He had killed people in the
process. No, no, he musen't think like that. Musen't let himself break to that point, they
were soilders, they knew what they were up...Mouse. He wasn't really a soilder. Morpheus
closed his eyes and tried once again to sleep without thoughts. The thought of the boy was
stuck, stuck in his mind. Mouse, what was he? Seventeen, nearly eighteen but looked like
a fourteen-year-old half the time. He wasn't a soilder, he was a kid. He wasn't a child
of the Matrix or Zion. He was a child of the Neb. Freed when he was only four maybe five.
By Morpheus, a problamatic choice, an emotional one, an unwise one.
Morpheus tried again to sleep and gave up on the notion completely.
Rising his body he found his way through the blistering cold pathways closer to the under-
belly of the ship, where it was, mildly, warmer. On arrival he wondered about his thought
process of coming here, then like shattering glass, oh yeah Mouse. Always ill Mouse. He
had personally always kept him in the smallest, yet warmest bunk down here.
Pausing at his doorway, as if he should knock. He began to break, but stopped cold.
Leaning himself against the metal, he stared. "The little one behind you is mouse."
Peering into the bunk, he saw the usual sight. Bed unmade, moreover destroyed looking.
Sheets and blankets strewn. No one was supposed to know, yet everyone did, that Mouse got
the
most bedding. The round doctor Race had ordered it, even though she knew quite well that
he already had it. It was an almost plot to stop even the notion of mutiny over the
amount of sheets. No one really cared, though Morpehous thought mostly of Mouse as his
charge, so did the others. They went through the nightmares too. The screaming, sobbing
episodes. The inability to touch him, only the ability to stand and watch, and
wait. Wait for him, taking the
blows from the raging yet still sleeping youth, till he stoped and
finally awoke. They went through the sickness. The days on end of coughing up blood, and
fevers. "The little one."
Switch would kill for him, he had become her baby. She was found keeping him still through
fevers in which he yelled and cursed and cried. She was there when he woke up, he got most
of her tenderness. Yet he never knew.
Trinity never left him during the nightmares, always making sure at her
respectful distance he didn't hurt himself. She still wore scars on her arms, from her
first days, and first episodes. She made sure to never tell him the scars were from his
nails. Dozer let him hide out in the lab, when he was being punished. Tank and even Neo
listened to the endless ramblings on tiny things from the Matrix. The fact that Mouse hadn't
grown up in it made them more interesting on his part, and God-awful on nearly everyone
elses. Even Apoc was seen carrying the child to bed repeatedly after finding him asleep
before the Matrix monitors. Secretly mortified Morpheus aknowledged that
Cypher's contribution was to tell
Mouse about girls.
Morpheus broke.
He slid to the cold floor by his charge's room, and broke.
"The little one, is Mouse."
THANK YOU 2 TARYN (without your knowledge I got a little of whif of how I liked Mouse's
background to be.
ARCHIVE-SURE TAKE, ASK. I'M OVER-WORKED, AND EVIL. I'LL SEEK REVENGE.
E-MAIL-raceforme@altavista.com
PLEASE IGNORE SPELLING, I KNOW IT'S ANNOYING, BUT I'M USING NOTEPAD, AND I'M LAZY. SORRY.
PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW, REALLY EGOTISTICAL, EVEN BE MEAN, JUST NOT ABOUT SPELLING I ALREADY
EXPLAINED THAT.
ABOUT MOUSE.(YEEEAAAHHH.)
BREAKING
Morpheus lay in the natural feeling of the Neb. The dark, and cold, but familure
envioronment. He pondered his state, he had been right, he had found the one. He had
suceeded greatly, he had begun to chip away at the Matrix. He had killed people in the
process. No, no, he musen't think like that. Musen't let himself break to that point, they
were soilders, they knew what they were up...Mouse. He wasn't really a soilder. Morpheus
closed his eyes and tried once again to sleep without thoughts. The thought of the boy was
stuck, stuck in his mind. Mouse, what was he? Seventeen, nearly eighteen but looked like
a fourteen-year-old half the time. He wasn't a soilder, he was a kid. He wasn't a child
of the Matrix or Zion. He was a child of the Neb. Freed when he was only four maybe five.
By Morpheus, a problamatic choice, an emotional one, an unwise one.
Morpheus tried again to sleep and gave up on the notion completely.
Rising his body he found his way through the blistering cold pathways closer to the under-
belly of the ship, where it was, mildly, warmer. On arrival he wondered about his thought
process of coming here, then like shattering glass, oh yeah Mouse. Always ill Mouse. He
had personally always kept him in the smallest, yet warmest bunk down here.
Pausing at his doorway, as if he should knock. He began to break, but stopped cold.
Leaning himself against the metal, he stared. "The little one behind you is mouse."
Peering into the bunk, he saw the usual sight. Bed unmade, moreover destroyed looking.
Sheets and blankets strewn. No one was supposed to know, yet everyone did, that Mouse got
the
most bedding. The round doctor Race had ordered it, even though she knew quite well that
he already had it. It was an almost plot to stop even the notion of mutiny over the
amount of sheets. No one really cared, though Morpehous thought mostly of Mouse as his
charge, so did the others. They went through the nightmares too. The screaming, sobbing
episodes. The inability to touch him, only the ability to stand and watch, and
wait. Wait for him, taking the
blows from the raging yet still sleeping youth, till he stoped and
finally awoke. They went through the sickness. The days on end of coughing up blood, and
fevers. "The little one."
Switch would kill for him, he had become her baby. She was found keeping him still through
fevers in which he yelled and cursed and cried. She was there when he woke up, he got most
of her tenderness. Yet he never knew.
Trinity never left him during the nightmares, always making sure at her
respectful distance he didn't hurt himself. She still wore scars on her arms, from her
first days, and first episodes. She made sure to never tell him the scars were from his
nails. Dozer let him hide out in the lab, when he was being punished. Tank and even Neo
listened to the endless ramblings on tiny things from the Matrix. The fact that Mouse hadn't
grown up in it made them more interesting on his part, and God-awful on nearly everyone
elses. Even Apoc was seen carrying the child to bed repeatedly after finding him asleep
before the Matrix monitors. Secretly mortified Morpheus aknowledged that
Cypher's contribution was to tell
Mouse about girls.
Morpheus broke.
He slid to the cold floor by his charge's room, and broke.
"The little one, is Mouse."