AUTHORS NOTE: I'm afraid that this is the end, my faithful friends. The final chapter of my first fic. *sniff
sniff* But I get outta school on Tuesday (half day) and I'll be writing tons more, including Ex, which is on the site
now. So enjoy my last chapter and please review and read my next fic!
Neo stood uncomfortably amidst the blarring music and the heavy rhythm of the drums. People moved
about him, and he tried to keep one hand on the drink bar to avoid being swept off into the mosh pit. He felt a
presence beside him and saw that Trinity had walked over.
"Hey," she said, and Neo was surprised that he could here her over the noise. He nodded at her in a man's
way of saying 'hi.' Trinity picked up two wooden cups from the bar and handed one to Neo, who stared into it
cautiously. He watched Trinity top hers into her open mouth and swallow. Spark approached them with a similar
drink and a blonde who seemed attached to his arm.
Neo smiled and took a sip of the liquid. It burned inside his throat and made him gag. His face turned white
and he swallowed hard, putting the drink back down. He steadied himself on the bar table and paused a moment
before he started breathing again.
"Good?" Trinity asked with a smile.
"Strong," Neo managed, "Very strong."
Spark peered into his drink before putting it back on the table and wandering off with the woman.
"C' mon," Trinity grabbed his hand, "Let's dance."
"No, no. That's okay. I don't...dance."
Trinity leaned against him, just like she had done so in the dance club when they first met and whispered in
his ear, "Wanna do something else?"
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~*Was it so bad to feel the way he did? To feel happy about something so sad? No, happy wasn't the right
word...more like relieved. Was he being selfish? Part of him kept saying yes, he was being a terrible person. A
terrible person for being thankful that Trinity had a miscarriage- thankful that she was alive and her child wasn't.
What could be more awful than a feeling like that?
Trinity was falling: falling, falling, falling, amidst a shower of glass. Bullets whizzed about her head, her
body, fire exploded from her gun. The agent fell above her, firing wildly in the off chance that he might hit her.
And the off chance was on: a bullet tore through her chest, ripped through her heart. The look on her face
was horrified and shocked: I'm dying.... As if in that instant, it hit her like the bullet: Death can come to her, she's
not invincible. She can die...*~
Neo awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. He stared at Trinity, lying beside him...alive. Her shoulders
rose and fell with every breath she took. The darkness in the rooms seemed to grow, yet Neo was calm....It was just a
dream.
Now go see the Matrix Reloaded. And review my story. Oh, and read my other ones 2!!
Look at me! I'm writing a blurb! Yay! A blur1 I always wanted 2 rite a blurb at the end of a fic! Blurby blurby
blurby!
Ok that's enough.
Byez!
~*Hallie*~
sniff* But I get outta school on Tuesday (half day) and I'll be writing tons more, including Ex, which is on the site
now. So enjoy my last chapter and please review and read my next fic!
Neo stood uncomfortably amidst the blarring music and the heavy rhythm of the drums. People moved
about him, and he tried to keep one hand on the drink bar to avoid being swept off into the mosh pit. He felt a
presence beside him and saw that Trinity had walked over.
"Hey," she said, and Neo was surprised that he could here her over the noise. He nodded at her in a man's
way of saying 'hi.' Trinity picked up two wooden cups from the bar and handed one to Neo, who stared into it
cautiously. He watched Trinity top hers into her open mouth and swallow. Spark approached them with a similar
drink and a blonde who seemed attached to his arm.
Neo smiled and took a sip of the liquid. It burned inside his throat and made him gag. His face turned white
and he swallowed hard, putting the drink back down. He steadied himself on the bar table and paused a moment
before he started breathing again.
"Good?" Trinity asked with a smile.
"Strong," Neo managed, "Very strong."
Spark peered into his drink before putting it back on the table and wandering off with the woman.
"C' mon," Trinity grabbed his hand, "Let's dance."
"No, no. That's okay. I don't...dance."
Trinity leaned against him, just like she had done so in the dance club when they first met and whispered in
his ear, "Wanna do something else?"
***************************
~*Was it so bad to feel the way he did? To feel happy about something so sad? No, happy wasn't the right
word...more like relieved. Was he being selfish? Part of him kept saying yes, he was being a terrible person. A
terrible person for being thankful that Trinity had a miscarriage- thankful that she was alive and her child wasn't.
What could be more awful than a feeling like that?
Trinity was falling: falling, falling, falling, amidst a shower of glass. Bullets whizzed about her head, her
body, fire exploded from her gun. The agent fell above her, firing wildly in the off chance that he might hit her.
And the off chance was on: a bullet tore through her chest, ripped through her heart. The look on her face
was horrified and shocked: I'm dying.... As if in that instant, it hit her like the bullet: Death can come to her, she's
not invincible. She can die...*~
Neo awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. He stared at Trinity, lying beside him...alive. Her shoulders
rose and fell with every breath she took. The darkness in the rooms seemed to grow, yet Neo was calm....It was just a
dream.
Now go see the Matrix Reloaded. And review my story. Oh, and read my other ones 2!!
Look at me! I'm writing a blurb! Yay! A blur1 I always wanted 2 rite a blurb at the end of a fic! Blurby blurby
blurby!
Ok that's enough.
Byez!
~*Hallie*~
