Programmed
A/N: Just a fic I thought I'd try.
We do have names. Nobody bothers to ask. We don't mind, we rarely talk to anybody anyway. Just the occasional 'yes' or 'no'. We don't even need to speak to each other most of the time. We sense each other's thoughts and know each other's feelings. We are one my brother and I, of the same program; a bond exists between us that can't be broken.
Even if people knew our names they wouldn't be able to tell us apart. As I said before, we are from one program, a program in limbo between the real world and the Matrix; we have the same beauty, the same grace, the same agility. The same mind. We are programmed to kill. We kill. We are programmed to destroy. We destroy.
Yet Merovingian seems to have forgotten that. Forgotten what we are, what we are meant to do. He no longer asks of us what he asked before. He now gives us simple, mindless tasks. Tasks that are insulting, and cause something inside me to boil, which I do not understand. We were not programmed to feel, or to have emotion. Yet there is no denying what's there. I can feel it inside my brother as well; the anger, the confusion.
As we sit and ponder this, we can hear him yelling another aggravating errand from the other room. I turn to my brother, the other half of my soul.
"We are angry."
"Quite."
It is over now, though we did not plan it. We were walking outside, the sun warm on our white skin. We looked into a window, and saw him, sitting in his chair, and we turned to each other. Our pale lips curled into a smile at the same moment, and we ghosted through the wall.
He was on the phone, most likely talking to one of his many mistresses. He didn't see it coming. After it was over, my brother picked the phone up off the floor, and calmly hung it up, cutting off the panicked voice on the other end, and we ghosted back through the wall, back into the warm sun.
It is just Persephone now. Persephone is kind; she understands us, what we are on the inside, what we are meant to do. Everything is as it should be. We are programmed to kill. We kill. We are programmed to destroy. We destroy.
A/N: SO. How was it????? If people like this one, I'm thinking of writing another Twinfic.
A/N: Just a fic I thought I'd try.
We do have names. Nobody bothers to ask. We don't mind, we rarely talk to anybody anyway. Just the occasional 'yes' or 'no'. We don't even need to speak to each other most of the time. We sense each other's thoughts and know each other's feelings. We are one my brother and I, of the same program; a bond exists between us that can't be broken.
Even if people knew our names they wouldn't be able to tell us apart. As I said before, we are from one program, a program in limbo between the real world and the Matrix; we have the same beauty, the same grace, the same agility. The same mind. We are programmed to kill. We kill. We are programmed to destroy. We destroy.
Yet Merovingian seems to have forgotten that. Forgotten what we are, what we are meant to do. He no longer asks of us what he asked before. He now gives us simple, mindless tasks. Tasks that are insulting, and cause something inside me to boil, which I do not understand. We were not programmed to feel, or to have emotion. Yet there is no denying what's there. I can feel it inside my brother as well; the anger, the confusion.
As we sit and ponder this, we can hear him yelling another aggravating errand from the other room. I turn to my brother, the other half of my soul.
"We are angry."
"Quite."
It is over now, though we did not plan it. We were walking outside, the sun warm on our white skin. We looked into a window, and saw him, sitting in his chair, and we turned to each other. Our pale lips curled into a smile at the same moment, and we ghosted through the wall.
He was on the phone, most likely talking to one of his many mistresses. He didn't see it coming. After it was over, my brother picked the phone up off the floor, and calmly hung it up, cutting off the panicked voice on the other end, and we ghosted back through the wall, back into the warm sun.
It is just Persephone now. Persephone is kind; she understands us, what we are on the inside, what we are meant to do. Everything is as it should be. We are programmed to kill. We kill. We are programmed to destroy. We destroy.
A/N: SO. How was it????? If people like this one, I'm thinking of writing another Twinfic.