DISCLAIMER: The only thing I own of this entire fic is a few of the
characters. I you see anything even REMOTELY like the movie, it isn't mine
I just own a few characters, and I don't even care if you want to use them.
Just let me know..(
Endless hoards of people walked by-hundreds of nameless faces pacing by, all on their way to somewhere or other. Not one of them seemed to notice her. Not that she blamed them or anything. Why should anyone have paid attention to her? She was just another street kid, huddled in another cardbord box on another street. All of those people probably had more important things to do with their time than notice her, or even give her a little spare change. She clutched her ragged blue blanket close to her as the sun began to set. It was December 17th, or so the big digital sign across the street said. If one wanted to be precise, 5:43. Tiny snowflakes began to fall from the darkened sky, and the people walking along the streets quickened their pace. They certainly didn't want to hang around.snow meant cold. Cold meant uncomfort, and they couldn't have that. She snorted at her thought, and sighed. Those people out there didn't know real unconfort-how could they? They all lived in their nice houses with warm beds.some even had fireplaces. They had never had to sleep outside, exposed to the elements, with only a cardboard box between them and the cold night air. Amusement turned to disdain, and as the digital sign across the street flashed again, the time changing from 5:43 to 5:44.
Time passed quickly, and soon enough, it was 9:00 . The snow had stopped falling, yet air had grown even colder. Fewer people walked the streets, and bright lights flashed obnoxiously into the dark night. She sighed, and pulled her blanket closer around her. She curled up into her little box, and tried to get to sleep. It wasn't as if there was anything else for her to do. Sleep found her eventually, and she drifted off into that familiar dreamless dark.
She awoke to a crisp morning. The sun was shining brightly, and the snow that had fallen last night was nearly a memory, save for the grey slush that lined the roads. She stretched somewhat, and climbed out of the box, surveying the street around her. She glanced over at the sign across the street as it flashed 8:27 am. Still holding her blanket close to her, she walked behind her box into the alleyay, where a large dumpster sat. Peering in, she noticed a box of doughnuts, hardly touched. It seemed like a waste to her. Upon closer examination, the box had been marked in black "DAY OLD-50% OFF". Shaking her head, she picked the box out from among the rest of the trash. Pity that just because something wasn't fresh that people felt it wasn't any good. She took the box back to her box, and muched at the stale doughnuts. They weren't that bad, she thought to herself. She sat there munching contentedly for a while.
After she had finished the doughnuts, she sat back, wondering what to do with the rest of her day. It wasn't as if she were facing a lot of restrictions. As she pondered, a teenage girl walked by. She didn't look any different fromany of the teenage girls she had seen walkinga long this street-just another passer-by. Then, the teenage girl noticed her. The teenage girl walked up to her box, and knelt down.
"I'm Lodema." Lodema reached offered her hand. She shook Lodema's hand, watching warily. "Who are you?" Lodema asked, her voice cheerful.
"I don't remember." She said simply. Expecting Lodema to look a little shocked, she was taken aback when Lodema just nodded.
"I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but I need you to come with me." She looked at Lodema strangely.
"Why should I?"
"Because I know someone who can help you."
"Help me with what? I don't need help. I'm fine out here."
"You're not and you know it."
"So what?"
"This person can give you a place to stay. A nice place. A warm bed, free food. What do you have to loose?"
"Life." A silence ensued between the two girls.
"I know that this won't mean much to you, but I give you my word that no harm will come to you." The girl sighed as Lodema looked at her hopefully.
"Whatever. Let's hurry though. As you may have noticed, winter isn't exactly the best friend of people like me."
Lodema lead her to a tall apartment building. The lobby wasn't in the greatest of conditions, but she had to admit, it was better than some places she had slept before. The two girls rode up an elevator, and walked down a long corridor, lined with dark wooden doors. Lodema stopped at one, and knocked. An older African American woman with graying hair answered the door. She smiled at Lodema, and greeted her with a hug.
"Hello Lodema. Good to see you." After embracing Lodema, she noticed the girl next to her. "Are you going to introduce me to this lovely young girl, Lodema?"
"You requested her to come." Lodema replied. "I simply went and found her." The woman nodded.
"Right you are." The African American woman said as she looked the girl over. "You got a name dear?"
"Not really."
"Mmmhmmm. That won't do at all. You need a name, sweetheart. Let's see.you found her in the snow, Lodema?" Lodema nodded.
"Neiva then. Yes.that's a lovely name. Neiva." The woman said, nodding. The girl mulled over her new name.
"Neiva.that is pretty." She admitted. The African American woman smiled widely.
"Don't be shy, sugar. Come in. Lodema, you come in too. The children will be glad to see you." Lodema and Neiva walked into the apartment. While Lodema seemed unfazed by the place, Neiva was amazed. It felt so large compared to what she thought it would be. The first room they stepped into was a living room, in which about 10 children were on the floor, a few of them roughly Neiva's age. They were of almost every nationality, and all of them looked happy. One was levitating blocks. Another was levitating themself. Two others were sharing a book, three were playing a game that looked like jacks, one was jump-roping with a jump-rope that was turning itself, and two others were sitting on a couch, giggling madly. Neiva was taken aback by all of this. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. It wasn't possible! She turned to Lodema, who was acting as if this were completely normal. This infusion off normalcy, and, well, whatever you would call these kids abilities. Lodema walked into the room, and went to the child jump-roping.
"Hey Isidora! Can I jump too?" The little puerto-rican girl that Lodema was talking to smiled widley, and nodded as she continued to jump. The rope seemed to lengthen, and made room for Lodema to jump too. Lodema jumped right in, and the two continued to jump-rope together. Neiva turned to the African American woman.
"What is this place? What's going on? Who are you?" She asked, her voice rushed, and full of urgency. The woman laughed.
"Take it easy, Neiva. This place is my home. I take in gifted children, and look after them and help them to develop their abilities. I am the oracle, but you can call me Sametta."
~*~Authors Note~*~ I DON'T know if the oracle's name is really Sametta or not. PLEASE do NOT flame me for it. It's been a while since I've watched the movie, so I don't remember if they gave her an actual name. For the purposes of this story, bear with me, and imagine her name IS Sametta, mkay? As well, you may notice I've made her a bit softer than in the movie. I would think she'd be a little more gentle with her kids than she would be with Neo, so yeah. Bear with me. THANKS!
Endless hoards of people walked by-hundreds of nameless faces pacing by, all on their way to somewhere or other. Not one of them seemed to notice her. Not that she blamed them or anything. Why should anyone have paid attention to her? She was just another street kid, huddled in another cardbord box on another street. All of those people probably had more important things to do with their time than notice her, or even give her a little spare change. She clutched her ragged blue blanket close to her as the sun began to set. It was December 17th, or so the big digital sign across the street said. If one wanted to be precise, 5:43. Tiny snowflakes began to fall from the darkened sky, and the people walking along the streets quickened their pace. They certainly didn't want to hang around.snow meant cold. Cold meant uncomfort, and they couldn't have that. She snorted at her thought, and sighed. Those people out there didn't know real unconfort-how could they? They all lived in their nice houses with warm beds.some even had fireplaces. They had never had to sleep outside, exposed to the elements, with only a cardboard box between them and the cold night air. Amusement turned to disdain, and as the digital sign across the street flashed again, the time changing from 5:43 to 5:44.
Time passed quickly, and soon enough, it was 9:00 . The snow had stopped falling, yet air had grown even colder. Fewer people walked the streets, and bright lights flashed obnoxiously into the dark night. She sighed, and pulled her blanket closer around her. She curled up into her little box, and tried to get to sleep. It wasn't as if there was anything else for her to do. Sleep found her eventually, and she drifted off into that familiar dreamless dark.
She awoke to a crisp morning. The sun was shining brightly, and the snow that had fallen last night was nearly a memory, save for the grey slush that lined the roads. She stretched somewhat, and climbed out of the box, surveying the street around her. She glanced over at the sign across the street as it flashed 8:27 am. Still holding her blanket close to her, she walked behind her box into the alleyay, where a large dumpster sat. Peering in, she noticed a box of doughnuts, hardly touched. It seemed like a waste to her. Upon closer examination, the box had been marked in black "DAY OLD-50% OFF". Shaking her head, she picked the box out from among the rest of the trash. Pity that just because something wasn't fresh that people felt it wasn't any good. She took the box back to her box, and muched at the stale doughnuts. They weren't that bad, she thought to herself. She sat there munching contentedly for a while.
After she had finished the doughnuts, she sat back, wondering what to do with the rest of her day. It wasn't as if she were facing a lot of restrictions. As she pondered, a teenage girl walked by. She didn't look any different fromany of the teenage girls she had seen walkinga long this street-just another passer-by. Then, the teenage girl noticed her. The teenage girl walked up to her box, and knelt down.
"I'm Lodema." Lodema reached offered her hand. She shook Lodema's hand, watching warily. "Who are you?" Lodema asked, her voice cheerful.
"I don't remember." She said simply. Expecting Lodema to look a little shocked, she was taken aback when Lodema just nodded.
"I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but I need you to come with me." She looked at Lodema strangely.
"Why should I?"
"Because I know someone who can help you."
"Help me with what? I don't need help. I'm fine out here."
"You're not and you know it."
"So what?"
"This person can give you a place to stay. A nice place. A warm bed, free food. What do you have to loose?"
"Life." A silence ensued between the two girls.
"I know that this won't mean much to you, but I give you my word that no harm will come to you." The girl sighed as Lodema looked at her hopefully.
"Whatever. Let's hurry though. As you may have noticed, winter isn't exactly the best friend of people like me."
Lodema lead her to a tall apartment building. The lobby wasn't in the greatest of conditions, but she had to admit, it was better than some places she had slept before. The two girls rode up an elevator, and walked down a long corridor, lined with dark wooden doors. Lodema stopped at one, and knocked. An older African American woman with graying hair answered the door. She smiled at Lodema, and greeted her with a hug.
"Hello Lodema. Good to see you." After embracing Lodema, she noticed the girl next to her. "Are you going to introduce me to this lovely young girl, Lodema?"
"You requested her to come." Lodema replied. "I simply went and found her." The woman nodded.
"Right you are." The African American woman said as she looked the girl over. "You got a name dear?"
"Not really."
"Mmmhmmm. That won't do at all. You need a name, sweetheart. Let's see.you found her in the snow, Lodema?" Lodema nodded.
"Neiva then. Yes.that's a lovely name. Neiva." The woman said, nodding. The girl mulled over her new name.
"Neiva.that is pretty." She admitted. The African American woman smiled widely.
"Don't be shy, sugar. Come in. Lodema, you come in too. The children will be glad to see you." Lodema and Neiva walked into the apartment. While Lodema seemed unfazed by the place, Neiva was amazed. It felt so large compared to what she thought it would be. The first room they stepped into was a living room, in which about 10 children were on the floor, a few of them roughly Neiva's age. They were of almost every nationality, and all of them looked happy. One was levitating blocks. Another was levitating themself. Two others were sharing a book, three were playing a game that looked like jacks, one was jump-roping with a jump-rope that was turning itself, and two others were sitting on a couch, giggling madly. Neiva was taken aback by all of this. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. It wasn't possible! She turned to Lodema, who was acting as if this were completely normal. This infusion off normalcy, and, well, whatever you would call these kids abilities. Lodema walked into the room, and went to the child jump-roping.
"Hey Isidora! Can I jump too?" The little puerto-rican girl that Lodema was talking to smiled widley, and nodded as she continued to jump. The rope seemed to lengthen, and made room for Lodema to jump too. Lodema jumped right in, and the two continued to jump-rope together. Neiva turned to the African American woman.
"What is this place? What's going on? Who are you?" She asked, her voice rushed, and full of urgency. The woman laughed.
"Take it easy, Neiva. This place is my home. I take in gifted children, and look after them and help them to develop their abilities. I am the oracle, but you can call me Sametta."
~*~Authors Note~*~ I DON'T know if the oracle's name is really Sametta or not. PLEASE do NOT flame me for it. It's been a while since I've watched the movie, so I don't remember if they gave her an actual name. For the purposes of this story, bear with me, and imagine her name IS Sametta, mkay? As well, you may notice I've made her a bit softer than in the movie. I would think she'd be a little more gentle with her kids than she would be with Neo, so yeah. Bear with me. THANKS!