Glitch: Somebody, explain to me. Why does this world feel so unreal? Why do I feel like I'm dreaming, only I that I don't have the willpower to wake up…
Red Queen: You can wake up.
A small, silver Toyota piped down the massive streets of Kansas. The sun was beating down against the little car, forcing a gleam against the near fading paint. Inside the car was a single woman. Her dark hair was thrown behind her and she had a scowl etched on her face. She wore casualistic clothing despite the intelligent glint of a thinker she bore in her eyes.
Her focus darted towards her rear mirror and she spotted the same 'agents' who had been targeting her for more than a week on end. For every single one of those slow, torture some days. The girl had narrowly escaped them. The small, nearly rusty Toyota was being hunted down by flash Lexus cars.
"Goddamn the bloody traffic!" She smashed her fist against steering wheel. Creating a loud 'Honk' which only seemed to add to the noisy atmosphere of urban streets. The driver's teeth gritted together as her knuckles whitened. Those 'agents' were frustrating her really badly. She still had to deliver one of her latest programs to her rich customer by the name of Smith.
Trianna's P.O.V-
I cursed once more when I caught sight of the men in black. They were like creepy stalkers. Correction: They are creepy stalkers. Every single one of them dressed exactly the same, they talk in the exact same monotonous manner and they sniff me out like rabid, on-the-verge-of-twitching-while-drooling-rabid dogs.
Why do they bother having different names? They're all the same to me.
I jammed down on my accelerator, I couldn't care less about speeding. Rather be a criminal than be hunted down by those freaks. My car's wheels screeched as I forced a sharp turn into Bond Crescent. One of the most luxurious streets in the whole of America.
Riing! Riiing! My fingers scrambled on the smooth surface of my mobile as I hastily picked up the device and pressed it hard between my shoulder and my ear.
"Hello?" I muttered, still concentrating on the road.
"Hello Trianna, do you know who I am?" That voice…
"Morpheus?" I knew it.
"Correct. Trianna, they're looking for you. And I don't know what they're going to do."
"Well, I know they're looking for me. I can see them right in my rear mirror." I almost snarled as the posh black car smashed into my flimsy, clunky vehicle. Denting and almost breaking my numberplate.
"Listen to me Trianna, I know you're meant to be delivering a program to a wealthy customer. But please, restrain from going near his address."
"Why?" I need cash. What is he on? Meths?
"There is no time Trianna. Turn left into the nearest alleyway and abandon your car. One of my crew members will meet you there."
"You never give me any reasons." It was hard to maintain a calm voice when frustration was overwhelming me like a wave.
"Time is always against us. You may choose to follow my instructions or try escape yourself. That choice, I leave to you." With that, Morpheus hung up. I flipped my mobile shut. I guess it's time to kiss my car goodbye. I swivelled the steering wheel and pulled into the narrow alleyway. Earning honks, beeps and a few fingers during the insane maneuver.
"Oh, fuck my life." I hissed under my breath
I flung myself out of the Toyota and came faced another strangely dressed man. Well, I really couldn't call him a man. The figure was dressed in that same black fashion as the agents. Only less... perfect. The suit he was wearing was slightly over sized and looked semi-baggy, he was wearing a black coat and a rib t-shirt underneath, definitely not what a full grown man wears. And the absurd manner of his walking gave away the fact that he couldn't be older than eighteen. The teenager turned around startled by the noise I produced when I left my car and turned towards me.
Mouse's P.O.V-
There she was, she fit her description perfectly. Medium build, slightly wavy hair, dark brown eyes, creamy skin. This was Teresa Fallowhide. Otherwise known as Trianna.
This lady was supposed to be my future work partner. She'll be well educated by the Neb crew. I'm sure of it.
"Morpheus sent me here to you." Trianna looked quizzical as she was exaimining me.
"Morpheus is pretty cool isn't he?" I grinned and met her bemused smile.
"Well, I can't really say. Haven't actually met him or anything…"
"Morpheus is cool! He totally kicks ass!" I swung my fists in punches, imitating Morpheus. "You'll meet him soon. Really." I assured her.
Trianna smiled, a real sweet smile, I got the feeling that I might really get along with her. "So, what does he do, programming or something?"
I shook my head. Feeling a tinge of pride in my voice."He doesn't do programming. Well, not often anyway. He tells me to do the prog-" Obvious gun fire pierced the air.
"Run like the dickens."She muttered. Her voice was lower and her smiled melted away almost instantly. She kind of resembled Switch, whenever I called her 'Switchy'. Life lesson: Girls are all scary when they get heated.
"This is insane. Seriously insane."
"We've all been through heaps of 'insane'," I really do hope everything will be okay. I threw myself down the alleyway, fumbling around in my pockets. Desperate for my cellphone. I felt my fingers slip onto the metal device as I hurridely pulled it out. Got to contact Apoc or at least Tank…
"Trianna, two turns to the right, leap the dumpster and…"
"We hit a dead end!" Trianna's voice hissed near my ear, finishing my sentence for me. I averted my eyes back to our pathway and she was right. We hit a dead end. Literally.
"Good evening, Miss Fallowhide… And supposebly, Mr Hall.*" Smith wore his usual smug expression as he closed in towards us. Followed by two other agents, wearing identical business suits and ties. I felt my heart sink when I saw the gun he had loaded in one hand. "It's been a long time since we last spoke." My eyes darted to Trianna. She stood her ground, but her shoulders had tensed and her eyes showed vague signs of panic.
"I don't care what the hell you are. Lawyers, stalkers, freaks," She hissed, her eyes glinting threateningly."Leave me alone!" She snapped. Not good, not good at all.
"What's that?" Smith came close enough for physical contact. He drilled his emotionless eyes through hers. "Are you giving me an order, Miss Fallowhide?" He spoke somewhat mockingly, his eyes drifting between hers and mine. Deciding…
Both Trianna and I were thrown into dead silence. Smith smirked, thrusting her back roughly. Before turning towards me, holding up his gun and gave me one of his filthy deals. "Give me the girl, and I'll consider sparing your life, Mr Hall." I shook my head violently before erupting into a war cry. I brought out two guns and shot mercilessly.
I'd rather die a hero than a cowardly fool. Keeping the fact that this pain wasn't real I shot again and again and again.
Soon my war cry had changed. It changed into cries of agony and pain... The bullets hurt a lot, and the pain was so believable. Everything in the matrix was so convincing. And now, it was convincing me that I was dying. And I kind of was. Really, it wasn't long 'til my world had seemed to have faded away.
*AN: The real name for Mouse wasn't originally my idea. All credit for that goes to Matrix-Twin1.