Chapter 11: The Hour of Reckoning
Tank
He was in great pain. He tried opening his eyes, yet all he saw was red. It was as if everything was in one of those deep red filters had been put over his eyes.
Plus, the pain was almost more than he could stand. It was like he'd been hit with a sack of bricks and then shot.
He had been wondering why Cypher wanted to spend so much time jacked-in alone.
He was trying to hand Morpheus over to the Agents, yet the why escaped him.
Then it hit him, the Agents wanted the codes to Zion. Only Morpheus had the codes.
He had to stop Cypher, he had to get up. It seemed that the red sight was dying down. Looking up, he saw the gun on top of a table, while Cypher was busy with the controls.
He had to get up. He'd only been shot in the arm and leg. He could still operate, he could still save them. He just had to get up.
He used his right arm to push himself up, and then backed it up with the left. He could still see the gun on the table.
He lunged up, making it as fluid a motion as he could. It hurt like hell. He grabbed the gun, and pointed it at Cypher, before quickly shooting him.
Putting on the headset, he sat down in the operators chair, and started to get to work.
Desmond
Brown was relentless in his blows. Always trying to land a punch, it seemed like the guy was trying to be faster.
Desmond had not been able to even slice the guy right. Whenever Desmond managed to get a slash in, it seemed like Brown had managed to stop the blade by grabbing the flat sides.
Desmond was growing frustrated. He wanted to just go medieval on him, just slash in an uncontrollable manner.
However, Desmond had to fight smarter. It seemed that Brown would continue to fight, blocking whenever he slashed with his weapon.
Desmond slashed right, and kicked left. Brown had blocked his right slash, yet fell to the fact that he'd been unable to block.
An idea popped into Desmond's head. If he could perhaps have two weapons, then maybe he had an advantage.
He stepped back, quickly scanning the floor for an item he could use as a bashing weapon.
He spotted a wrench. Brown must have spotted it too, and tried to keep him away from it.
He ran and lunged at him. Desmond quickly stooped down, and grabbed the wrench.
Brown jumped on the side of a crate and bounced off to try to tackle him.
Desmond managed to hit Brown in the kidney with the wrench, knocking him to the other crate, and sending him back down to the floor. Desmond capitalized on this opportunity, and started beating Brown to a pulp, abandoning the sword.
Trinity
It seemed that things were going bad. She could hear Morpheus trying to escape.
She looked at Neo, who appeared to be half-scared, half-angry. She only hoped that Desmond hadn't fallen to Brown. She needed to find him.
They could hear Morpheus struggling to be brought away. She knew they were after the codes.
She also knew the extent to where Morpheus would keep the secret to. She wished she could do Something.
Suddenly the sound of metal-on-concrete. She hoped it was Desmond bashing Brown, and not the other way. She needed to help him.
"Neo, we're going to help him. Let's find them quick!" She said, and started to climb up the crate, Neo not far behind.
She could hear the sound clearly now, it was coming from the left corner. "This way," she instructed, and started to run down the tops of the shipping containers, with Neo not far behind.
When she saw the source of the sound; she couldn't believe what she saw.
Desmond
At this point, Desmond let go of control, and after breaking several ribs, and possibly rupturing the lungs, he started to bash the face.
At this point, Desmond saw not Agent Brown, but his bandmate Jason. The anger that Jason wouldn't let any girls in the band to sing backup, the fact that covers were often more profitable, and the fact that the original band idea of Throwback Rock was shot down in favor of a Speed-Metal Band.
He continued bashing Brown, to the point where blood started coming out, splashing his face.
He had to keep going, letting the program live wasn't an option. He bashed until he finally heard a crack come from the head.
At this point, he'd run out of anger, low on rage. The idea that he was being watched was falling in.
However, he kept on going. If it was Smith and Jones, he wanted to at least bring one down with him.
He spun the heavy end to a reverse grip, and made a stabbing motion; the result of which fatally wounding Brown.
He looked up, and saw a different sight. Staring at the act, it seemed that Trinity and Neo were watching the act.
They both looked shocked. Desmond realized what he had done. He'd killed. He felt awful.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." He said, picking up his sword, and sheathing it.
"Well, I need you guys out of there" Tank's voice said.
Desmond looked up. Tank was nowhere to be found. "I'm bringing you outta there, we've got a problem." Tank continued.
They were brought out of the Matrix and back into the real world.