Author's Note: This is the story of Web Matrix, the daughter of Enzo Matrix and AndrAIa. It's set in the future, with Web on a search for her parents, who have been killed by Megabyte, after he has returned from the web, a Super Virus. Web is in her twenties. She was stuck in a game as a child(like her father) and was transported from game to game. She's now on a search to find MainFrame, the place of her birth.
Web Matrix stared dimly into the system layed out
before her. This isn't it. She bitterly thought, and strolled into
the sectors of the city.
Web touched upon the wall of the principal office.
Web heard a noise behind her and whipped out her
gun. Her right eye scanned the area, and within the section she stood in,
found the traces of a virus. Its path shone a dark blue, and like lightning,
Web ran after it, hoping to meet up with the virus.
"Hello, virus." Web said, an icy tone in her voice,
as she circled the creature. It smiled in return, and without hesitation,
slashed at her. Blood dripped from under Web's right eye. It was obvious
what the virus was trying to achieve.
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Web Matrix scanned with her right eye over the area
in the sector. Her body was as close as she could get to the wall behind
her. Her muscles were tense, and ached with the strain to hide herself.
She couldn't let the virus find her...
"Gotcha." It whispered into her left ear. Web's gun
flipped into her hand and she set it on 'death'. She placed the gun into
the middle of the virus's forehead, with a W imprinted on its skin. The
virus froze. Its tongue hung out of its jaw, lack with any movement and
its eyes began to change color from a black to a white.
A door to the First Byte bar swung open. A lug of
a person walked in and every patron in the bar stopped and stared at the
sprite.
"You know anything about Key, the old woman in charge
of this system?" Web asked the sprite, not looking straight at the bartender
while doing so. He sighed. The sprite cleaned out a cup and dried it with
a towel. "I.U shot." Web told him. "What's with this system?" She asked
herself, as well as the tender. He was silent. "You don't talk much, do
you?" He blushed, at which Web smiled and winked. He was handsome all right;
but Web knew she couldn't stay in this system too long. She had to keep
looking for her home, for her parents. She had to find them. Unconciously,
she clenched her fist beside her.
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It never was. Every system she entered was never
the one she was looking for. Many cycles had passed since she had last
seen her home: MainFrame. She had grown to be an adult, the height of over
six feet, and almost more than 200 pounds of muscle. The last her family
had seen of her was when she was but a child, the size of a small sprite,
and skinny, no fat or muscle anywhere. Her hair had been shorter, and made
her appear to look like a young boy.
So much of myself has changed, inside and out.
She reasoned logically in her head, as she noticed the principal office
of the system. Web walked past various binomes, sprites, and other creatures
which inhabited the city. Each one seemed to stare at her, with gasps and
growls escaping from their throats. She grinned her teeth at one who glared
at her, and the binome ran away, scared.
"Come in." A voice beckoned from within, and for
a moment, the large sprite hesitated. Quickly, she changed her mind, and
stepped into the light of the building.
She choked back a gasp. A sprite, nearly twice her
age, sat on the seat placed within the office. With a spry hand, the old
sprite motion to Web, and a chair appeared behind her. Web sat down, but
with uncertainty.
"Do not worry, child. You are safe." The old sprite
comforted her. Web took in the details of the woman. Her skin was a pale
shade of orange, much like her mother's had been, and her hair was a shade
of brilliant blue. Her eyes conveyed a sense of tenderness within their
deep aquatic colour. Wrinkles lined her face, appearing underneath her
eyes and around her mouth. A silver dress draped her fragile body, seeming
to large. Many rings adorned her fingers, one on each finger, and two silver
hoops hung from her ears. A starfish swept a section of her hair from her
face, revealing her earrings, as well as ears shaped like fins.
"Are you all right?" The old mermaid-like sprite
asked Web, taking her out of her intent gaze.
"Yes." Was Web's simple reply. She couldn't help
but stare at the woman with amazement. The resemblance was so close...
"What is your name?" Web finally stated, and looked
into the woman's caring eyes.
"I am Key." She smiled, and the wrinkles on her
face deepened. "What is wrong?" She added, after noticing Web's look of
disappointment.
"Nothing." Web replied. The young sprite looked
off into the distance, then brought herself out of the chair. Web sauntered
to the door of the principal office, and lay her hand on the silver wall.
The door silently whisked open, and Web treaded into the bright glare of
the system. She took one last look behind her, and smiled at the old woman,
before continuing into the sector.
Not gonna happen. Web told herself, and jumped
to the side, blasting a few shots from her gun. They hit the virus on target,
but the shots didn't seem to hurt the being.
Web paused. She stared at the creature across from
her in the alleyway, and drank in its brooding evil.
It was sprite in form, with one difference: its
eyes. They purveyed a look of insanity, and evil horribly mixed into one.
The virus had no eyes to say of, only black pools of color formed beneath
its eyelids. Teeth snarled from behind its ugly lips, and a tongue lashed
out like a rabid beast's, only proving the organism's insanity. It crouched
low to the ground, and claws of immaculate length pierced its hand, aimed
at the search engine across from it. A tail swished behind it, sweeping
the ground beneath its feet. The virus was orange in color, Web noted.
"What are you supposed to be?" It questioned the
sprite.
"I'm Web. A search engine. What is it to you anyway?"
Web brushed blood off her right cheek.
"Nothing much. I usually like to know what my victims
are like before I turn them viral." It grinned, and rows of teeth gleamed
in its jaw.
Web raised her gun. She targeted the virus and shot
a powerful laser at it. The virus ducked out of the way, and ran out of
the alley. Web ran after it, and it was only until she reached the principal
office that she realized something.
Key, the old woman and protector of the system,
was the virus Web had fought in the alley.
Web felt her index finger pull the trigger.
Silence. Her eyes clamped shut, and she slowly opened
her left one, wishing there were no remains.
Nothing. The virus ceased to exist, no aura trail
emanating, no claw marks from attempting to run away. She blinked. That
was highly unusual. Whenever she terminated a virus, there was a small
amount of energy, or entrails or something where it had once stood. But
not this time.
She sighed and placed her gun back into its leather
holster. This was one mystery she'd have to solve before leaving this system.
She was six feet in height, an advantage to her
build. Muscles rippled, tensed and flezed everywhere. Her hair was long,
an aquatic green in color, the bangs soft and flowing, while the rest was
sharp and spiky. Points of her ears stuck out inbetween hair and a starfish
held back a few pieces on the left side. Her hair trailed down to her waist,
highlighting her black leather tanktop. A pair of metal wristbands, laced
with belts and wire, covered both her forearms and a number of fins behind
them. Blue spandex pants with two red stripes on the left side clung to
her large thighs and a leather holster with a gun slung in it, hung on
her right thigh. Her boots made a loud hollow sound as she stepped towards
the bar. She sat down in an empty single seat and waited for the bartender
to serve her.
"She keeps us, the inhabitants, in control." The
tender stated. Web cast her eye upon him, catching a glimpse of what he
looked like, as a light from the dance floor fell upon him. He was tall,
his height almost more than Web's. His hair was spiked to each side, streaked
in two colours: purple and red, while his bangs hung in his face, covering
his right eye. His eyes were a light silver colour, and seemed translucent.
His white apron hung around him loosely, a black and silver shirt showing
underneath. his skin was a light lavender colour, a wild contrast to the
rest of him.
Web gaped. The sprite continued, "By turning viral,
she keeps the city in control and is able to feed."
"Feed?! How?!" Web slammed her clenched fist onto
the bar. She stood up, her eye flaring a red W. The bartender cringed a
little.
"None of us know." He answered simply, and poured
her a shot out of a clear green bottle. Web gulped down the shot. She wiped
her mouth.
"Thanks." She threw a chip back into the bartender's
hand. "Keep the change." And she walked out.