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: Sorry this has taken so long-- my writer's block has been absolutely awful lately. But I've been on holiday, and I took some time to listen to MP3s and sit on the beach... and I was inspired again. This was inspired-- completely and utterly (I had it on replay for hours) -- by track five of the 'Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within' soundtrack.
Also, I have some good news (or not) for you all! This is the first part of a trilogy, which I have entitled the 'Immortals' trilogy. Unique name, huh? The next installment, with a working title of 'Chrysalis', will be released sometime soon. But there's still one last chapter to go on here. I hope you enjoy the new chapter, and again, major apologies for the length of time it's taken to be released!
Summary: Trinity and Neo meet each other again, in the Matrix, but do not recognize each other...
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I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for it.
Her body crumpled under the bonnet with a resounding thud of flesh on steel. The car, black, sleek and streamlined, continued smoothly without a pause. I tried to scream, to make them stop, but no sound would come out of my mouth.
My eyes followed the car, and in the rear-view mirror I spied a reflection that was almost familiar, tied with memories that were full of suffering. I tried to remember where he'd come from, but my mind was so full of the horror unfolding before me that I was unable to bring the memories to the surface.
He wore sunglasses, even though darkness had fallen, and his expression was twisted into a look of surprise.
Then the moment was gone and I found myself kneeling beside Amy's body. Her face was pale and her breaths were short, shallow gasps. But she was alive, and for that I was incredibly thankful.
'I've called an ambulance,' I heard a voice, distinct from the cacophany surrounding me. 'Are you a friend of hers?'
I didn't answer as my eyes filled with tears that were long overdue.
***
I rode to the hospital. Outside my window, the streetlamps blurred together in thick bands of colour. Not that I took any notice of them-- my eyes were fixed on Amy. The attendants had hooked her up to every machine in the back of the vehicle as they did everything in their power to bring her back to life.
'Is she going to make it?' I was sitting in the front, beside the driver, my neck craned at an impossible angle. I could hear my voice break as I asked.
'We're doing everything we can,' replied the female nurse, giving me a quick but insincere smile. 'I honestly can't say,' she added, turning back to Amy.
She coughed; a trickle of blood, almost black against her pale skin, trickled out the corner of her lips. None of us made any move to wipe it away.
'You have to save her,' I whispered. 'She's all I've got.'
I reluctantly turned away and gazed through the windshield, trying not to imagine life without her. I wanted her to survive-- more than anything. But I was trapped in this reality, and I hated it.
I leant my head against the passenger's window. Rain began to fall.
Soundtrack to my nightmares.
***
The chairs in the hospital's waiting room were uncomfortable and hard. I used my jacket as a pillow and stretched out, occupying three. I gazed up at the industrial-green ceiling, trying to count the number of stains I could see, in an effort to take my mind off what was happening.
Upon our arrival at the hospital, Amy had gone straight into surgery and I had been told to wait patiently.
How could I, when Amy was dying on an operating table?
I sat up straight and examined the pile of old, dog-eared magazines on the plastic table in front of me. I reached for one of the cheap magazines and opened to it a random page, skimming the first line and realising that I hadn't taken any of it in. I threw it back down on the table and repeated the process with several other magazines.
Suddenly, the surgery door opened, and a male doctor, wearing a tunic of the same green as the ceiling appeared, looking tired. I got to my feet, dropping the magazine that I'd been holding. The world spun around me.
'Thomas Anderson?' The doctor enquired, hesitated, then took a step towards me. I feared his answer, and could tell by the look on his face what he was about to say.
'I couldn't save her,' he said, shaking his head and extending a hand. 'I'm so sorry. We did everything we could.'
I felt as if my heart had been wrenched from my chest, and it took every ounce of strength I could muster not to collapse on the ground, crying and weeping for Amy. I could only think of her, the way she used to smile at me, the way she'd wake up in the middle of the night and hold me close, whispering that she never wanted to let go, how she'd leant over my body even though I was dead and kissed me ...
I shook my head.
... Trinity?
The doctor was trying to speak to me, but I didn't hear it. I'd been here before-- no, we'd been here before. We'd cheated death, again and again. Myself and Amy... as Neo and Trinity...
I pushed past the man, ignoring his cried for me to stop. The door to the surgery opened easily, and I saw her body on the operating table, under a slightly bloodstained sheet. I bit my lip and peeled it back from her face, which was still pale. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she almost looked as if she was screaming.
'Trinity,' I whispered tenatively, brushing the hair from her face as I knelt beside her. 'You can't be dead, you can't. Because,' I whispered, and my breath caught in my throat as I said the words. 'I love you too damn much.' And I kissed her then, clasping my hand over hers.
The heartbeat monitor stopped it's steady droning, and I could hear it begin to maintain a steady beat. Our lips parted and I was gazing into her eyes, which were filling with tears. I gasped slightly, almost in wonder. She smiled, her eyes full of gratitude and recognition.
'Neo...' Trinity whispered. 'I found you.'
'And I found you,' I replied, and we kissed again. Our tears mingled on our cheeks.
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: Sorry this has taken so long-- my writer's block has been absolutely awful lately. But I've been on holiday, and I took some time to listen to MP3s and sit on the beach... and I was inspired again. This was inspired-- completely and utterly (I had it on replay for hours) -- by track five of the 'Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within' soundtrack.
Also, I have some good news (or not) for you all! This is the first part of a trilogy, which I have entitled the 'Immortals' trilogy. Unique name, huh? The next installment, with a working title of 'Chrysalis', will be released sometime soon. But there's still one last chapter to go on here. I hope you enjoy the new chapter, and again, major apologies for the length of time it's taken to be released!
Summary: Trinity and Neo meet each other again, in the Matrix, but do not recognize each other...
--------------------------**
I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for it.
Her body crumpled under the bonnet with a resounding thud of flesh on steel. The car, black, sleek and streamlined, continued smoothly without a pause. I tried to scream, to make them stop, but no sound would come out of my mouth.
My eyes followed the car, and in the rear-view mirror I spied a reflection that was almost familiar, tied with memories that were full of suffering. I tried to remember where he'd come from, but my mind was so full of the horror unfolding before me that I was unable to bring the memories to the surface.
He wore sunglasses, even though darkness had fallen, and his expression was twisted into a look of surprise.
Then the moment was gone and I found myself kneeling beside Amy's body. Her face was pale and her breaths were short, shallow gasps. But she was alive, and for that I was incredibly thankful.
'I've called an ambulance,' I heard a voice, distinct from the cacophany surrounding me. 'Are you a friend of hers?'
I didn't answer as my eyes filled with tears that were long overdue.
***
I rode to the hospital. Outside my window, the streetlamps blurred together in thick bands of colour. Not that I took any notice of them-- my eyes were fixed on Amy. The attendants had hooked her up to every machine in the back of the vehicle as they did everything in their power to bring her back to life.
'Is she going to make it?' I was sitting in the front, beside the driver, my neck craned at an impossible angle. I could hear my voice break as I asked.
'We're doing everything we can,' replied the female nurse, giving me a quick but insincere smile. 'I honestly can't say,' she added, turning back to Amy.
She coughed; a trickle of blood, almost black against her pale skin, trickled out the corner of her lips. None of us made any move to wipe it away.
'You have to save her,' I whispered. 'She's all I've got.'
I reluctantly turned away and gazed through the windshield, trying not to imagine life without her. I wanted her to survive-- more than anything. But I was trapped in this reality, and I hated it.
I leant my head against the passenger's window. Rain began to fall.
Soundtrack to my nightmares.
***
The chairs in the hospital's waiting room were uncomfortable and hard. I used my jacket as a pillow and stretched out, occupying three. I gazed up at the industrial-green ceiling, trying to count the number of stains I could see, in an effort to take my mind off what was happening.
Upon our arrival at the hospital, Amy had gone straight into surgery and I had been told to wait patiently.
How could I, when Amy was dying on an operating table?
I sat up straight and examined the pile of old, dog-eared magazines on the plastic table in front of me. I reached for one of the cheap magazines and opened to it a random page, skimming the first line and realising that I hadn't taken any of it in. I threw it back down on the table and repeated the process with several other magazines.
Suddenly, the surgery door opened, and a male doctor, wearing a tunic of the same green as the ceiling appeared, looking tired. I got to my feet, dropping the magazine that I'd been holding. The world spun around me.
'Thomas Anderson?' The doctor enquired, hesitated, then took a step towards me. I feared his answer, and could tell by the look on his face what he was about to say.
'I couldn't save her,' he said, shaking his head and extending a hand. 'I'm so sorry. We did everything we could.'
I felt as if my heart had been wrenched from my chest, and it took every ounce of strength I could muster not to collapse on the ground, crying and weeping for Amy. I could only think of her, the way she used to smile at me, the way she'd wake up in the middle of the night and hold me close, whispering that she never wanted to let go, how she'd leant over my body even though I was dead and kissed me ...
I shook my head.
... Trinity?
The doctor was trying to speak to me, but I didn't hear it. I'd been here before-- no, we'd been here before. We'd cheated death, again and again. Myself and Amy... as Neo and Trinity...
I pushed past the man, ignoring his cried for me to stop. The door to the surgery opened easily, and I saw her body on the operating table, under a slightly bloodstained sheet. I bit my lip and peeled it back from her face, which was still pale. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she almost looked as if she was screaming.
'Trinity,' I whispered tenatively, brushing the hair from her face as I knelt beside her. 'You can't be dead, you can't. Because,' I whispered, and my breath caught in my throat as I said the words. 'I love you too damn much.' And I kissed her then, clasping my hand over hers.
The heartbeat monitor stopped it's steady droning, and I could hear it begin to maintain a steady beat. Our lips parted and I was gazing into her eyes, which were filling with tears. I gasped slightly, almost in wonder. She smiled, her eyes full of gratitude and recognition.
'Neo...' Trinity whispered. 'I found you.'
'And I found you,' I replied, and we kissed again. Our tears mingled on our cheeks.