Breathe Into Me
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: The Matrix belongs to the Wachowski Siblings. Neo belongs to Trinity. I wish he belonged to me, but, alas, such is life. I did think up Trinity's new name, though. xD Yeah.
Author's Note: While the other chapters have been from Neo/Thomas's point of view, this one is from Amy/Trinity's. Just to clarify before we start. Many thanks to the eleven reviewers; you're what keeps me writing this thing, even though it's hardly presentable. Oh, here's a bit of trivia for you all-- in the 1996 Matrix Draft, the movie began with Neo in a chatroom, talking to people with the screen names of supertastic, Quark and timaxe-- the very same people in this fic
Summary: Trinity and Neo meet each other again, in the Matrix, but do not recognize each other...
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I slammed the door to my apartment and threw my purse down on the jarrah table, my lips trembling and my mind a mass of confused memories and thoughts. I stomped into the kitchen, turned on the radio, and quickly searched the airwaves for some easy-listening.
'Calm down, Amy,' I told myself, trying to keep my voice calm. I sat down on my couch, facing a window which overlooked the city, and felt my muscles unclench. My eyes closed, and I buried my head in my hands, taking deep breaths through my mouth.
I couldn't remember much of my past. Just... blurred images, really. A voice cutting through the thick clouds in my memories. Someone's hand, wrapping itself tightly around mine. A kiss, stolen, treasured. They were all full of sadness, full of pain... there were very few optimistic things that I could remember. Maybe I'd never recover them. They'd just be forgotten, and it'd be like they never existed.
I'd been in a coma for almost a year, the nurses at the hospital had told me when I'd woken up. They hadn't expected me to ever wake up. They told me that I was strange, I was different from the other patients, because some days I'd wake up with bruises covering my torso. Once they'd found a bullet wound on the side of my chest. And just before I'd regained conciousness-- and this was perhaps the strangest of all-- Three gaping holes had appeared in my stomach.
I lifted up my shirt and absentmindedly traced the scars. The nurses had told me that I'd been calling out in my sleep, crying and whispering to someone that wasn't there. Saying just one name, over and over again, until all the breath had gone from me. That my body had gone limp, almost like I was dead. But I hadn't died. I merely slept. And was I only dreaming?
I looked up through the window, wiping the tears from my eyes. And that guy, in the streets... who had he been? So familiar, with his features and his way of speaking. I'd seen him before. I knew him from somewhere. He could have been the person I remembered-- I'd never know.
***
My computer was in my bedroom, and it was on, humming quietly when I entered. I settled myself down at the keyboard and opened my email browser, curiously examining my past emails. Some of them I'd never decipher. I knew that they held the key to what had happened to me before... before then.
One specifically caught my eye. It was an excerpt from a news report about a terrorist, about terrorist attacks, to be exact. About hackers and rebels and... another familiar word caught my eye... 'Trinity'.
I opened up my web-browser and idly clicked through my old history files. I was surprised that they were still there, but sure enough, they dated back to almost three years ago. I randomly chose one, guessing it's origins. A chat-room, I decided, tapping my fingers as I waited for the script to load.
Sure enough, it was, and the login screen appeared. I typed in a username-- 'AmyLockHeart'-- and waited patiently as the chatroom loaded.
supertastic welcome amylockheart!!
amylockheart thanks, what are you guys talking about?
timaxe Duh, are you stupid? This is a Matrix-chatroom. An exclusive website where hackers hang out.
Quark THE HACKERS ARE BEING HACKED! Ph334!
timaxe Shut up, Quark.
amylockheart the Matrix?
My heart began to beat quickly. Something else, something that once again has been pulled out of my memory... And then a hiss, my voice, almost drowned out by the drone of techno music.
'It's the question that drives us.'
'What is the Matrix?'
supertastic It's the system controlling our lives
timaxe No, it's sega
supertastic SHUT UP . . . anyway, as I was saying, it's everything, but it is nothing at the same time.
Quark Morpheus knows
timaxe No, Sega knows
Quark Sega stopped making consoles, you freak
timaxe No Shit
supertastic Morpheus is the one who frees your mind.
amylockheart Morpheus?
supertastic And Neo and Trinity
amylockheart Neo?
supertastic we always thought Trinity was a guy, LOL!
Quark 411 h411 73h f3mb075!
supertastic ... Anyway, that's his name, Neo. A legend. Apparently he used to frequent here. We used to kick him out. Sighsigh
Neo... An anagram of one, meaning new or reborn. I rolled the word around in my mouth, repeating it, trying it out. 'Neo,' I whispered. 'Neo, Neo... Neo...' And then it almost hit me, it hit me with such force that I physically leant back to recieve it.
An aura of strength, dimmed only by his disability-- he was blind. A kind of longing in his voice as he clung to me, whispering in my ear. A melted, twisted mess where his eyes had once been. The sight repulsed me and brought me to him at the same time. I didn't feel afraid, even though the situation must have been hopeless... I could feel it.
I closed my browser window and gazed at the monitor, a hollow feeling in my legs and heart. 'Who are you?' I mused, my hand resting lightly on the mouse. I moved it around, even though I felt numb and was unable to feel the smooth curvature of the plastic beneath my fingers.
Then, who am I?
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: The Matrix belongs to the Wachowski Siblings. Neo belongs to Trinity. I wish he belonged to me, but, alas, such is life. I did think up Trinity's new name, though. xD Yeah.
Author's Note: While the other chapters have been from Neo/Thomas's point of view, this one is from Amy/Trinity's. Just to clarify before we start. Many thanks to the eleven reviewers; you're what keeps me writing this thing, even though it's hardly presentable. Oh, here's a bit of trivia for you all-- in the 1996 Matrix Draft, the movie began with Neo in a chatroom, talking to people with the screen names of supertastic, Quark and timaxe-- the very same people in this fic
Summary: Trinity and Neo meet each other again, in the Matrix, but do not recognize each other...
--------------------------**
I slammed the door to my apartment and threw my purse down on the jarrah table, my lips trembling and my mind a mass of confused memories and thoughts. I stomped into the kitchen, turned on the radio, and quickly searched the airwaves for some easy-listening.
'Calm down, Amy,' I told myself, trying to keep my voice calm. I sat down on my couch, facing a window which overlooked the city, and felt my muscles unclench. My eyes closed, and I buried my head in my hands, taking deep breaths through my mouth.
I couldn't remember much of my past. Just... blurred images, really. A voice cutting through the thick clouds in my memories. Someone's hand, wrapping itself tightly around mine. A kiss, stolen, treasured. They were all full of sadness, full of pain... there were very few optimistic things that I could remember. Maybe I'd never recover them. They'd just be forgotten, and it'd be like they never existed.
I'd been in a coma for almost a year, the nurses at the hospital had told me when I'd woken up. They hadn't expected me to ever wake up. They told me that I was strange, I was different from the other patients, because some days I'd wake up with bruises covering my torso. Once they'd found a bullet wound on the side of my chest. And just before I'd regained conciousness-- and this was perhaps the strangest of all-- Three gaping holes had appeared in my stomach.
I lifted up my shirt and absentmindedly traced the scars. The nurses had told me that I'd been calling out in my sleep, crying and whispering to someone that wasn't there. Saying just one name, over and over again, until all the breath had gone from me. That my body had gone limp, almost like I was dead. But I hadn't died. I merely slept. And was I only dreaming?
I looked up through the window, wiping the tears from my eyes. And that guy, in the streets... who had he been? So familiar, with his features and his way of speaking. I'd seen him before. I knew him from somewhere. He could have been the person I remembered-- I'd never know.
***
My computer was in my bedroom, and it was on, humming quietly when I entered. I settled myself down at the keyboard and opened my email browser, curiously examining my past emails. Some of them I'd never decipher. I knew that they held the key to what had happened to me before... before then.
One specifically caught my eye. It was an excerpt from a news report about a terrorist, about terrorist attacks, to be exact. About hackers and rebels and... another familiar word caught my eye... 'Trinity'.
I opened up my web-browser and idly clicked through my old history files. I was surprised that they were still there, but sure enough, they dated back to almost three years ago. I randomly chose one, guessing it's origins. A chat-room, I decided, tapping my fingers as I waited for the script to load.
Sure enough, it was, and the login screen appeared. I typed in a username-- 'AmyLockHeart'-- and waited patiently as the chatroom loaded.
supertastic welcome amylockheart!!
amylockheart thanks, what are you guys talking about?
timaxe Duh, are you stupid? This is a Matrix-chatroom. An exclusive website where hackers hang out.
Quark THE HACKERS ARE BEING HACKED! Ph334!
timaxe Shut up, Quark.
amylockheart the Matrix?
My heart began to beat quickly. Something else, something that once again has been pulled out of my memory... And then a hiss, my voice, almost drowned out by the drone of techno music.
'It's the question that drives us.'
'What is the Matrix?'
supertastic It's the system controlling our lives
timaxe No, it's sega
supertastic SHUT UP . . . anyway, as I was saying, it's everything, but it is nothing at the same time.
Quark Morpheus knows
timaxe No, Sega knows
Quark Sega stopped making consoles, you freak
timaxe No Shit
supertastic Morpheus is the one who frees your mind.
amylockheart Morpheus?
supertastic And Neo and Trinity
amylockheart Neo?
supertastic we always thought Trinity was a guy, LOL!
Quark 411 h411 73h f3mb075!
supertastic ... Anyway, that's his name, Neo. A legend. Apparently he used to frequent here. We used to kick him out. Sighsigh
Neo... An anagram of one, meaning new or reborn. I rolled the word around in my mouth, repeating it, trying it out. 'Neo,' I whispered. 'Neo, Neo... Neo...' And then it almost hit me, it hit me with such force that I physically leant back to recieve it.
An aura of strength, dimmed only by his disability-- he was blind. A kind of longing in his voice as he clung to me, whispering in my ear. A melted, twisted mess where his eyes had once been. The sight repulsed me and brought me to him at the same time. I didn't feel afraid, even though the situation must have been hopeless... I could feel it.
I closed my browser window and gazed at the monitor, a hollow feeling in my legs and heart. 'Who are you?' I mused, my hand resting lightly on the mouse. I moved it around, even though I felt numb and was unable to feel the smooth curvature of the plastic beneath my fingers.
Then, who am I?