Right, where was I?
Thanks yet again to Natalie for reviewing. What do you mean better then usual? My work is consistently perfect. Nah, seriously though. Thanks for your many reviews over the last few weeks/month.
P.S. I know the Smith/Neo Revolutions fight scene has already been parodied by yourself and Agent Josey. In the third chapter of my parody like parody I intend to do one of my own. Fear not, it will be completely different from yourselves' work like workings, and if you are opposed to this to the extent of sketching crude stick figures of me and promptly tearing them to shreds then let me know and I'll think of something else.
Right, now onwards to the chapter.
Chapter 20: It Ends Tonight
It was cramped, hot, dark, slippery and disorienting in the air vent. Consequently Neo, Trinity and Morpheus were moving at an annoyingly slow speed.
Voices could be heard from the outside. Each one sent an icy chill down Morpheus and Trinity's spines. Neo however, for a reason known only to himself, was unafraid. The look on his face was one of calm, detached professionalism, tainted only slightly by the discomfort he felt being stuck in the vent.
After a few more minutes, Morpheus, who was at the head of the line, came to an abrupt halt.
"This is it." He said with surprising traces of fear in his voice.
"There are four of them down there," said Neo, who was studying the green coding in front of him, "one has a knife but the rest are unarmed, none of them are enhanced."
"How do you know that?" Asked Trinity, "You didn't know that Smith had been upgraded when you fought him."
"I can see it now." Replied Neo.
"What?"
"We don't have time for this," Morpheus whispered harshly, "on three, three, two, one, now!"
Neo placed his hand on the vent's left wall, which promptly exploded a second later in a shower of splinters. All of which flew towards the four programs below.
There was screaming and confussion as the metallic shards ripped through artificial flesh. Three of the programs fell to the floor, either dead or immobile. The one that was still standing was soon saw to by a series of punches and kicks from Trinity.
The three walked to the nearby door as if nothing had happened, leaving the collection of dead, or dying programs behind them.
The corridors were refreshingly cool and unsurprisingly more spacious then the air vent the three had been forced to crawl about in for the last half hour. The corridor was also surprisingly free of security personnel. Most of which were busy chasing after Necromancer, Silas and Gemini. The security cameras, motion sensors and all extravagant security devices were either malfunctioning, or displaying inaccurate information, courtesy of Neo.
At the end of the hall, so the Oracle had told them, was a 'backdoor' which lead to a corridor and at the end of that was a room in which the editor dwelled.
After turning another corner, Neo, Trinity and Morpheus found themselves face to face with two of the remaining Nazgul. The beasts shrieked loudly upon seeing the three humans.
Morpheus let loose a string of bullets from his firearm. All of which penetrated the armour shielding the Ring wraith's chest, and caused the creature to take a few steps back and shriek with pain.
Neo extended his arms and within seconds, the Nazgul's swords had been willed into his hands. The Nazgul looked at each other in confussion, which was later banished as the two swords were flung at an immeasurable speed in their direction.
The Ring Wraiths were flung backwards and smashed through the wall into open air, and a long fall to the ground below them. Neo grunted in satisfaction, earning him an amused, querying stare from Trinity. He simply shrugged in response as the three began to walk towards the door.
They did not get far however, before they were interrupted again. This time it was by roughly twenty or so heavily armed humanoid programs, and one that looked more like a cross between a werewolf and a scorpion. Obviously the Editor had been busy.
"Go." Said Neo calmly.
"What?" replied Trinity, whilst keeping her gun trained on the numerous blank faces.
"Trust me, I'll be fine, I can't do this with you here."
"Trinity, come with me!" Shouted Morpheus, as he, and the reluctant Trinity began to run away from the enemy, they opened fire.
All of the bullets were stopped, without any apparent effort, by Neo. The crowd of exiles looked at the sight with disappointed, but not overly surprised faces. 'The One' had been known to do things like this where bullets were involved, thus forcing his opponents to attack with their fists, or a blade of some description.
But not today.
The bullets all turned a 180 degree turn. They were too small and far away from the programs for them to be able to notice this, and when they did, the bullets had already flew back in their direction, and straight through their bodies.
Neo wasn't pestered any more on his way to the Editor's chamber. The white corridor that contained the numerous back doors was unusually small. Usually they went on for what seemed like miles. This one only stretched for five meters in either direction.
The door Neo wanted looked no different then the others. It was a faint green with a simple, grey, metallic handle. The room it led to was anything but simple however.
It appeared to stretch on for miles. It was decorated with extravagant tapestries, paintings, carpets, ornaments and virtually every decorative item known to man. Bright, almost blinding lights filled the room, and in the centre stood a single, large chair. In which a short, thin looking male, who was presumably the Editor, sat.
"At last, we meet." The voice was clear, but had an untraceable accent. The Editor himself was dressed in fairly simple, plain clothes, (unlike the room).
"You're the Editor?" Neo said emotionlessly.
"I am," the voice was calm, there was no underlying fear, no sense of despair or triumph, nothing, "fitting isn't it? The champions of the New Order and the humans of Zion meeting for the final battle? Maybe when the worlds are free of you we'll make a film about it."
"I didn't come here to listen to premature boasting," traces of anger were finding their way into Neo's voice now, "I came here to kill you."
The Editor was silent for a few seconds, as if holding back anger that had come from a mere human interrupting him.
"You're right," he said suddenly, "enough talk. Time is a precious commodity, we mustn't waste it. But we can't fight here can we? It's just not practical. Hmm, let me think."
The program waved his hand, and in an instant the room was changed from a bright, magnificent hall, to a small, dark square room with nothing within it except a large mirror that covered a whole wall.
"Now Neo," he said, "let's first make sure that we both understand one thing, the other editors have already created an army of enhanced agents that are coming to destroy us, and as long as you're still alive, I can't edit my own, more numerous army. In short, whoever wins this battle, wins the war. Shall we begin?"
To be concluded
Thanks yet again to Natalie for reviewing. What do you mean better then usual? My work is consistently perfect. Nah, seriously though. Thanks for your many reviews over the last few weeks/month.
P.S. I know the Smith/Neo Revolutions fight scene has already been parodied by yourself and Agent Josey. In the third chapter of my parody like parody I intend to do one of my own. Fear not, it will be completely different from yourselves' work like workings, and if you are opposed to this to the extent of sketching crude stick figures of me and promptly tearing them to shreds then let me know and I'll think of something else.
Right, now onwards to the chapter.
Chapter 20: It Ends Tonight
It was cramped, hot, dark, slippery and disorienting in the air vent. Consequently Neo, Trinity and Morpheus were moving at an annoyingly slow speed.
Voices could be heard from the outside. Each one sent an icy chill down Morpheus and Trinity's spines. Neo however, for a reason known only to himself, was unafraid. The look on his face was one of calm, detached professionalism, tainted only slightly by the discomfort he felt being stuck in the vent.
After a few more minutes, Morpheus, who was at the head of the line, came to an abrupt halt.
"This is it." He said with surprising traces of fear in his voice.
"There are four of them down there," said Neo, who was studying the green coding in front of him, "one has a knife but the rest are unarmed, none of them are enhanced."
"How do you know that?" Asked Trinity, "You didn't know that Smith had been upgraded when you fought him."
"I can see it now." Replied Neo.
"What?"
"We don't have time for this," Morpheus whispered harshly, "on three, three, two, one, now!"
Neo placed his hand on the vent's left wall, which promptly exploded a second later in a shower of splinters. All of which flew towards the four programs below.
There was screaming and confussion as the metallic shards ripped through artificial flesh. Three of the programs fell to the floor, either dead or immobile. The one that was still standing was soon saw to by a series of punches and kicks from Trinity.
The three walked to the nearby door as if nothing had happened, leaving the collection of dead, or dying programs behind them.
The corridors were refreshingly cool and unsurprisingly more spacious then the air vent the three had been forced to crawl about in for the last half hour. The corridor was also surprisingly free of security personnel. Most of which were busy chasing after Necromancer, Silas and Gemini. The security cameras, motion sensors and all extravagant security devices were either malfunctioning, or displaying inaccurate information, courtesy of Neo.
At the end of the hall, so the Oracle had told them, was a 'backdoor' which lead to a corridor and at the end of that was a room in which the editor dwelled.
After turning another corner, Neo, Trinity and Morpheus found themselves face to face with two of the remaining Nazgul. The beasts shrieked loudly upon seeing the three humans.
Morpheus let loose a string of bullets from his firearm. All of which penetrated the armour shielding the Ring wraith's chest, and caused the creature to take a few steps back and shriek with pain.
Neo extended his arms and within seconds, the Nazgul's swords had been willed into his hands. The Nazgul looked at each other in confussion, which was later banished as the two swords were flung at an immeasurable speed in their direction.
The Ring Wraiths were flung backwards and smashed through the wall into open air, and a long fall to the ground below them. Neo grunted in satisfaction, earning him an amused, querying stare from Trinity. He simply shrugged in response as the three began to walk towards the door.
They did not get far however, before they were interrupted again. This time it was by roughly twenty or so heavily armed humanoid programs, and one that looked more like a cross between a werewolf and a scorpion. Obviously the Editor had been busy.
"Go." Said Neo calmly.
"What?" replied Trinity, whilst keeping her gun trained on the numerous blank faces.
"Trust me, I'll be fine, I can't do this with you here."
"Trinity, come with me!" Shouted Morpheus, as he, and the reluctant Trinity began to run away from the enemy, they opened fire.
All of the bullets were stopped, without any apparent effort, by Neo. The crowd of exiles looked at the sight with disappointed, but not overly surprised faces. 'The One' had been known to do things like this where bullets were involved, thus forcing his opponents to attack with their fists, or a blade of some description.
But not today.
The bullets all turned a 180 degree turn. They were too small and far away from the programs for them to be able to notice this, and when they did, the bullets had already flew back in their direction, and straight through their bodies.
Neo wasn't pestered any more on his way to the Editor's chamber. The white corridor that contained the numerous back doors was unusually small. Usually they went on for what seemed like miles. This one only stretched for five meters in either direction.
The door Neo wanted looked no different then the others. It was a faint green with a simple, grey, metallic handle. The room it led to was anything but simple however.
It appeared to stretch on for miles. It was decorated with extravagant tapestries, paintings, carpets, ornaments and virtually every decorative item known to man. Bright, almost blinding lights filled the room, and in the centre stood a single, large chair. In which a short, thin looking male, who was presumably the Editor, sat.
"At last, we meet." The voice was clear, but had an untraceable accent. The Editor himself was dressed in fairly simple, plain clothes, (unlike the room).
"You're the Editor?" Neo said emotionlessly.
"I am," the voice was calm, there was no underlying fear, no sense of despair or triumph, nothing, "fitting isn't it? The champions of the New Order and the humans of Zion meeting for the final battle? Maybe when the worlds are free of you we'll make a film about it."
"I didn't come here to listen to premature boasting," traces of anger were finding their way into Neo's voice now, "I came here to kill you."
The Editor was silent for a few seconds, as if holding back anger that had come from a mere human interrupting him.
"You're right," he said suddenly, "enough talk. Time is a precious commodity, we mustn't waste it. But we can't fight here can we? It's just not practical. Hmm, let me think."
The program waved his hand, and in an instant the room was changed from a bright, magnificent hall, to a small, dark square room with nothing within it except a large mirror that covered a whole wall.
"Now Neo," he said, "let's first make sure that we both understand one thing, the other editors have already created an army of enhanced agents that are coming to destroy us, and as long as you're still alive, I can't edit my own, more numerous army. In short, whoever wins this battle, wins the war. Shall we begin?"
To be concluded