Hey there again! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed by story. I have decided to add a sort of prequel to Eternal Bondage. Who is Cybil? And what does Smith want with her. Well, all will be answered. I've finally finished my chem report- wooohooo!
Disclaimer: Why do I have to tell you again! I don't own the Matrix! I own the story and Cybil- that's all!
Blended
She's just lying there,
In orange life-broth.
Clear tubes supplying tasteless media to feed her.
Wires encasing her skull,
Sapping her energy.
Her black wings are matted and cramped;
In this flourescent tomb.
Opening her eyes,
Exposing yellow irises with ebony pupils.
They soon fill with horror,
Before letting out a petrified howl.
Writhing in a slimy soup-
She feels helpless.
Now she sees the simulation.
Her memory melts away-
She accepts it as reality.
Lying in a bed with crisp, white sheets and a floral quilt.
This,
She thinks-
Is normal.
It is not.
And neither is she.
Her train of thought smashes into a million pieces,
Scattering in her mind-
As an alert spits out from her phone.
She has a message.
Picks the machine up.
Squints at the yellow screen,
and makes out...
'YOU-ARE-ONE-OF-THEM,
THE-BLENDED...
HE-IS-AFTER-YOU.
SMITH-IS-AFTER-YOU'
Her eyes are wide with horror,
like a stupefied feline.
Colours stream before her,
Her heartbeat hastens,
And her body aches with terror.
Her phone beeps again-
'I-KNOW-WHERE-YOU-ARE...
I-AM-COMING-FOR-YOU.'
In desperation, she smashes the phone down,
And paces like a cornered beast.
Noise...
Shadow...
Pain...
-Blank-
Plz review...I've almost finished chapter 2!
Disclaimer: Why do I have to tell you again! I don't own the Matrix! I own the story and Cybil- that's all!
She's just lying there,
In orange life-broth.
Clear tubes supplying tasteless media to feed her.
Wires encasing her skull,
Sapping her energy.
Her black wings are matted and cramped;
In this flourescent tomb.
Opening her eyes,
Exposing yellow irises with ebony pupils.
They soon fill with horror,
Before letting out a petrified howl.
Writhing in a slimy soup-
She feels helpless.
Now she sees the simulation.
Her memory melts away-
She accepts it as reality.
Lying in a bed with crisp, white sheets and a floral quilt.
This,
She thinks-
Is normal.
It is not.
And neither is she.
Her train of thought smashes into a million pieces,
Scattering in her mind-
As an alert spits out from her phone.
She has a message.
Picks the machine up.
Squints at the yellow screen,
and makes out...
'YOU-ARE-ONE-OF-THEM,
THE-BLENDED...
HE-IS-AFTER-YOU.
SMITH-IS-AFTER-YOU'
Her eyes are wide with horror,
like a stupefied feline.
Colours stream before her,
Her heartbeat hastens,
And her body aches with terror.
Her phone beeps again-
'I-KNOW-WHERE-YOU-ARE...
I-AM-COMING-FOR-YOU.'
In desperation, she smashes the phone down,
And paces like a cornered beast.
Noise...
Shadow...
Pain...
-Blank-
Plz review...I've almost finished chapter 2!
