Now that I know what
I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
Evanescence "Bring me to life"
It was strange feeling. He could do everything and he was afraid to do anything at the same time. And it was cold, very cold. He started to run trying to get warm, but soon forgot where and why was he running. Then he stopped and looked around. It turned out, that "around" didn't exist. It scared him. But even more the strange feeling of recognition scared him. That had happened before, he was sure of it. But he couldn't remember. No matter how hard he tried.
"My name is Thomas Anderson" - he said loudly. That sounded wrong. He was Thomas Anderson once, but them something happened. If only he could remember. But he couldn't. He felt, that someone was looking at him, but he couldn't see anyone. He started to run again trying to find the person he sensed, but unsuccessfully. Deep inside his soul he felt that everything would be normal again if only he could find that person.
"Hello, mister Anderson." - the voice was cold and emotionless. It sounded strangely familiar. Not only the voice, but also the phrase. He turned to see who was speaking. The man was standing in front of him, wearing dark suit and sunglasses. "Why does he need sunglasses? - he thought. - There is no sun here."
"There is no. There is no. no." - echoed in him mind. There is no what?
"Hello, mister Anderson, - stranger repeated emotionlessly, - Don't you remember me? I killed you." He wasn't "mister Anderson" anymore, that was one thing he was sure of. "My name is." - he started. That sounded right, that sounded familiar. But he couldn't remember what was his name. He wanted to ask stranger about this and about his death. Strange, but he couldn't recall his death. But as he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed he was all alone again.
"Welcome to the real world." - someone said behind his back. Man, who was Thomas Anderson once, turned to see the man in black leather suit standing in front of him. " Who am I?" - he asked, afraid that this ghost will also disappear.
"You are the One," - was the answer.
"No, - he shook his head, - I want to know my name."
"Name doesn't matter." - said another voice, which belonged to the old man.
"This is not true! - he shouted, - It matters to me. I want to know who am I!"
"Do you want a cookie? - woman's voice suggested. - Or a candy?"
"But remember, choice is only an illusion" - old man warned him.
"Nothing is real." - the man in black leather agreed.
"Stop it!!!" - he cried and started running again. He ran and ran and ran, until he suddenly found a peaceful place. There was still nothing around him, but that didn't bother him anymore. His mind was clear and he wasn't confused anymore. Then he could hear someone talking far away.
" His condition seems to stabilize." - someone said.
" Will he wake up?" - another voice asked.
"I don't know. It depends on too many things. I'm sorry." - the first voice replied.
"It's OK. I believe you did everything you could." - he recognized that voice. The man in the leather. Morpheus Right, his name was Morpheus. He remembered it now.
" I hope you will wake up soon. - was Morpheus talking to him? - We need you, Neo. You can't leave know."
Yes, certainly Morpheus was talking to him. "Neo" was his name, that was the one more thing he remembered now. But why did he need to come back? He felt so good in where he was right now. Why would Morpheus need him so much? Memory lazily gave him an answer: Sentinels. Oh, right. Sentinels were attacking Zion. "Well, even the One needs to rest sometimes. - Neo thought. - And I'm surely earned mine." He could feel that somewhere near he could find even more peace, but he couldn't access that place. It was like something was holding him, like someone's presence was not letting him go. But once again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find out who was this. So, he just rested hearing silent voice somewhere far and worrying about nothing.
Then one voice had reached his ears. Devil - memory told him. Neo listened to her speaking about the prophecy Oracle had made. They were all going to die, he thought flatly. Well, he was dead once, wasn't he? "Goodbye." - Devil said. "Goodbye" - he thought back, preparing to dive back into nothingness.
"Goodbye, Neo" - another voice had reached him. And it hit him. Trinity. They were all going to die. She was going to die. He rushed towards her with only one thought in his head. "Trinity, no. - he breathed out as he grasped her hand tightly. - I won't let you die."
The memories of that rooftop scene were bright inside his mind. Not again, please. For she was the only reason he was still alive. She had brought him to life, when Smith had killed him. And she didn't let him to slip into the death, while he was lying in coma, for how long? She couldn't die. "If you insist." - Trinity smiled looking into his eyes.
~~*~~ A/N: Please! Somebody help me to correct my mistakes. I know I have a lot of them! Please. You'll receive the really big "thank you".
I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
Evanescence "Bring me to life"
It was strange feeling. He could do everything and he was afraid to do anything at the same time. And it was cold, very cold. He started to run trying to get warm, but soon forgot where and why was he running. Then he stopped and looked around. It turned out, that "around" didn't exist. It scared him. But even more the strange feeling of recognition scared him. That had happened before, he was sure of it. But he couldn't remember. No matter how hard he tried.
"My name is Thomas Anderson" - he said loudly. That sounded wrong. He was Thomas Anderson once, but them something happened. If only he could remember. But he couldn't. He felt, that someone was looking at him, but he couldn't see anyone. He started to run again trying to find the person he sensed, but unsuccessfully. Deep inside his soul he felt that everything would be normal again if only he could find that person.
"Hello, mister Anderson." - the voice was cold and emotionless. It sounded strangely familiar. Not only the voice, but also the phrase. He turned to see who was speaking. The man was standing in front of him, wearing dark suit and sunglasses. "Why does he need sunglasses? - he thought. - There is no sun here."
"There is no. There is no. no." - echoed in him mind. There is no what?
"Hello, mister Anderson, - stranger repeated emotionlessly, - Don't you remember me? I killed you." He wasn't "mister Anderson" anymore, that was one thing he was sure of. "My name is." - he started. That sounded right, that sounded familiar. But he couldn't remember what was his name. He wanted to ask stranger about this and about his death. Strange, but he couldn't recall his death. But as he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed he was all alone again.
"Welcome to the real world." - someone said behind his back. Man, who was Thomas Anderson once, turned to see the man in black leather suit standing in front of him. " Who am I?" - he asked, afraid that this ghost will also disappear.
"You are the One," - was the answer.
"No, - he shook his head, - I want to know my name."
"Name doesn't matter." - said another voice, which belonged to the old man.
"This is not true! - he shouted, - It matters to me. I want to know who am I!"
"Do you want a cookie? - woman's voice suggested. - Or a candy?"
"But remember, choice is only an illusion" - old man warned him.
"Nothing is real." - the man in black leather agreed.
"Stop it!!!" - he cried and started running again. He ran and ran and ran, until he suddenly found a peaceful place. There was still nothing around him, but that didn't bother him anymore. His mind was clear and he wasn't confused anymore. Then he could hear someone talking far away.
" His condition seems to stabilize." - someone said.
" Will he wake up?" - another voice asked.
"I don't know. It depends on too many things. I'm sorry." - the first voice replied.
"It's OK. I believe you did everything you could." - he recognized that voice. The man in the leather. Morpheus Right, his name was Morpheus. He remembered it now.
" I hope you will wake up soon. - was Morpheus talking to him? - We need you, Neo. You can't leave know."
Yes, certainly Morpheus was talking to him. "Neo" was his name, that was the one more thing he remembered now. But why did he need to come back? He felt so good in where he was right now. Why would Morpheus need him so much? Memory lazily gave him an answer: Sentinels. Oh, right. Sentinels were attacking Zion. "Well, even the One needs to rest sometimes. - Neo thought. - And I'm surely earned mine." He could feel that somewhere near he could find even more peace, but he couldn't access that place. It was like something was holding him, like someone's presence was not letting him go. But once again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find out who was this. So, he just rested hearing silent voice somewhere far and worrying about nothing.
Then one voice had reached his ears. Devil - memory told him. Neo listened to her speaking about the prophecy Oracle had made. They were all going to die, he thought flatly. Well, he was dead once, wasn't he? "Goodbye." - Devil said. "Goodbye" - he thought back, preparing to dive back into nothingness.
"Goodbye, Neo" - another voice had reached him. And it hit him. Trinity. They were all going to die. She was going to die. He rushed towards her with only one thought in his head. "Trinity, no. - he breathed out as he grasped her hand tightly. - I won't let you die."
The memories of that rooftop scene were bright inside his mind. Not again, please. For she was the only reason he was still alive. She had brought him to life, when Smith had killed him. And she didn't let him to slip into the death, while he was lying in coma, for how long? She couldn't die. "If you insist." - Trinity smiled looking into his eyes.
~~*~~ A/N: Please! Somebody help me to correct my mistakes. I know I have a lot of them! Please. You'll receive the really big "thank you".