Of Pains and Trains
DISCLAIMER
This story will contain some sexual scenes later on so don't read if you don't like that sort of thing. It also contains mild swearing. I own none of the characters from The Matrix and make no claim on them at all. However the characters I create such as Helena do belong and are copyrighted to me, so ask before you use them. Other then that – Enjoy the Story – Lots of Love, Arien.
The Bad Day.
Helena was as far as she knew, a fairly ordinary person. Ok she was a bit of a nature child and people usually tended to shout hippy as she walked by perhaps because of the way her hair was just a little bit too long for the rest of the population, her clothing just a little too out of fashion to be considered sane, but apart from that, she was what most people might consider perfectly normal. She lived on the very outskirts of town, and a lovely little house with your typical white picket fence. A normal house, and a normal life and a normal person, how wrong could she be?...
The sun streamed through the window on a perfectly normal Monday morning as Helena sat at her desk writing up a report for her boss on the new project they were commencing. Outside a plane was heard souring by and everything seemed as it should be. Inwardly Helena groaned when she gazed at the clock and realised only two minutes had gone by since she last looked. The sun again dazzled her as its rays hit the upside down c d in front of her. Distractedly she got up and sauntered into the office kitchen to make herself a well deserved cup of cheap value coffee. Neil, Helena's boss popped his head around the door.
"Helena, darling!" he said in his usual slimy manner, "Remember I need that report by one. Just leave it on my desk for me".
"Of course sir", she replied mentally rolling her eyes at his tone of voice. Picking up her, what had come to be known paint stripper by the staff and taking a sip of it, she returned to her desk to finish the report for the high and mighty one. God this is boring, she thought to herself. It was such a nice day and she could have been out celebrating the arrival of spring and she was here stuck inside a set of concrete walls for the entire morning. After gazing out of the window for a few minutes, she turned her attention back to the false brightness of her computer screen.
Several dragging hours later ten to one arrived and with report in hand, Helena went to her bosses office and handed her report in. After a couple of uncomfortable minutes of roving eyes and polite chit-chat, she made a swift exit and started out on her way home. Five minutes later saw her arrival at the subway and after dashing to get on the train that had just pulled up and elbowing her way to a seat, Helena was settled marginally comfortably on her usual train heading back home. "Bloody pervert" she swore to herself under her breath. I really need to get a new job.
She looked up as another person entered the carriage and managed to secure himself a seat opposite her. She scrunched her nose up at his appearance. Bloody tramps she thought to herself. The man opened up a broadsheet newspaper and began to read from it. Helena turned her attention away from him to stare absentmindedly at the chunks of chewing gum strewn across the neon blue floor. In her usual fashion because greatly interested in the headline on the front of the man's newspaper she quite rudely began to read it. Submerged halfway into the article, she was oblivious to the man regarding her with annoyance. Suddenly she felt the shivers go up her spine and she looked up sheepishly into the eyes of the stranger in front of her.
"Do you mind?" he said to her in a tone that was not to be messed with, one ruffled eyebrow raised in blatant irritation.
"Err... sorry" she replied, blushing and resuming her watch of the floor. He snorted in a rather undignified manner and went back to reading his newspaper. Helena sighed outwardly and gazed out of the window at the passing wires and blackness, god, how embarrassing! After the rest of the journey passed uneventfully, Helena arrived at her destination and stood up ready to get off, only to be faced with a metal tube in her face. Her heart went into overdrive as she realised the metal tube was in fact a gun. When the nice guy in black less than politely ordered her to move, she moved! Backed against the wall of the train she gazed between the newspaper guy and the guy in black who now had guns aimed provokingly at each other. Suddenly she was shaken out of her paralysis. "This has nothing to do with you woman, get lost" Helena snapped her eyes towards the newspaper guy then nodded rapidly before bolting off the train and onto the safety of the platform. She stood staring dumbly through the window as the train pulled away taking the reflection of her gaping in the window with it. I have to call 911, she thought to herself, only to find that her cell phone was missing. She cursed violently. "This just isn't my day!" Shaking her head, she headed down the short distance to her home, so on edge that she actually started to attack the salesman outside her house before she realised who he was. Muttering an apology she unlocked her door stepped inside slammed it shut and locked it again. "God I need a cigarette" she exclaimed heading to her "only if it's an emergency draw". She took out a smoke, lit it and shakily sat down on her sofa to take a deep drag from it.
Meanwhile... The Trainman stood before the Merovingian, who at this moment in time looked more then pissed off. "Charon, Charon, Charon.... Vat in ze ell possessed you to let zis girl live. You know she is going to go and cause problems for us now. You vere vaving your gun around on the subway! Do you know who zis girl is? She could ruin us! Sort it now!" Grovelling ensued for another ten minutes before a highly wound up Trainman stormed out through the doors of the nightclub knocking over a tarted up blonde girl in the process who squealed in a most sickly manner and latched onto the nearest man with crocodile tears streaming down her face. He then headed off to pick up his next batch of exiles, he'd sort the girl out another time – He was NEVER late arriving at his destination.
Far from causing trouble, Helena was now relaxing in a hot bubble bath, sipping wine and trying to forget about the day.
Ok guys, here is the first chapter so I hope you like it. This one is going to be a bit different because it is a Trainman romance, I have not seen one these yet. Lol. I just thought he was a pretty cool character in the movie. I have chosen to name him Charon because he reminds me of the ferryman of the un-dead which I studied when I was at school doing Latin. ( The Aeneid ). Well Anyway, I'll get on with the next chapter so let me know what you thing and review!
Lots of Love
- Arien.