The Matrix: Destiny Chapter Two: Unraveling Written By: Kazuya375 Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the matrix, and if I did, I would probably be very rich. That's all. Let's get down to the story.

A boy descended from a living legend, a boy named Trevor Anderson, now will have to face an enemy that no one could imagine. Alone, he must find a way to destroy the evil and save his people. Known as Valdearg, he must destroy a virus that threatens the very fabric on which his reality is based. This is The Matrix: Destiny

Chapter Two: Unraveling



The second hand on the clock inched slowly toward the 12, every second bringing it closer to the top of the circular face. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and "HELLO EVERYBODY, Welcome to the Dean Harvey show on your own XM 34, all the hits all the time. Now we're playing a hit from----"

The DJ's announcement was cut short as Trevor Anderson's hand swatted the clock off his desk. Trevor stood up, looked at a wallet-sized picture of his girlfriend that he had put on his desk. Then turning his eyes to the clock, Trevor realized that he had slept in. "CRAP!!! I'm gonna be late for school!" Now in a hurry, Trevor loaded his computer in to his backpack, along with his swimsuit for his school's water polo and swim team practices. Hurrying outside, Trevor hopped the fence out of his backyard, and took off running for his school. Within 15 minutes, Trevor had run the almost two mile route to his school. As soon as he was within sight of the campus, he stopped running and started walking calmly towards his first class. Strutting In coolly as the bell rung for first period, he sat down with an accusing look from his teacher. Trevor pulled out his computer, accessing the files for his first class, history. Trevor had already hacked the teacher's computer, and was already finished with all the assignments for the year. He handed in the previous night's assignment, and almost dozed through the rest of class. His other next class was just as easy, and so was the next one. Finally, it was around noon, Trevor, and every other student on campus, was starving, so when the bell rang for lunch, the central courtyard of the school turned into chaos. Trevor walked through the crowd, pushing over a 9th grader who happened to be unlucky enough to get in his way. He walked toward his group, the hackers, who were already finished with their meals. "What's up Valdearg?" "Hey man" All the greetings from his friends came, along with the usual news. Somebody had programmed a new virus, somebody had stolen some credit card numbers, and somebody had ordered 567 pizzas from 567 Different Pizza Shacks, sending all of them to the same address. It was all the same. Valdearg ate his lunch, stomaching his sandwich and soda, finishing just as the bell for lunch ended. "Great, time for my favorite class" Trevor sighed, putting his computer and homework away, already done with the days assignments. "Now I get to go to GYM" In the hallway walking to Gym, Trevor looked around at the standard scenery, walking into the gym. In the locker room, Trevor changed into his Gym outfit, and just as he was about to exit the gym, a hand gripped his shoulder. "Hey shrimp, tell your girlfriend I said thanks" Valdearg looked behind himself, seeing the face of a 12th grader who was a star on the football team. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Valdearg asked imposingly, his 5'7" frame barely standing up to the senior, who must have been 6'5" at least. "You know what I said, punk" The senior retorted, pushing Valdearg into a nearby locker. Valdearg stepped back from the shove, putting his hand out to stop him from hitting the locker. "Now, are you saying that my girlfriend isn't loyal? Because I highly doubt that." "Stupid kid, everyone knows that the girls love me." "And what exactly is there to like about you? I've seen better looking faces in a prison line up!" "Yeah, and I've seen better looking girls than your girlfriend at the local dog pound. I mean really, she belongs there with all the other bitches" "Take that back" "Make me" Valdearg looked up into the eyes of the senior. The 12th grader had just done the unthinkable; he had challenged Valdearg to a fight. "You sure about that?" "Yeah punk, make my day, I hate to hit a girl, but-" Valdearg reacted without thinking, smashing the bully across the face with a backhand. He then continued his rotation, sweeping the senior, causing him to fall to the ground. Valdearg caught him by his hair just before he hit the ground. "This good enough?" Punching him across the face, and giving him a bloody nose, Valdearg slowly walked out to the field, feeling very satisfied with himself. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad day after all.