Disclaimer: Nothing mine, except Felice!
Don't worry; there will be more of One in this and future chapters!
**
Meanwhile in the elevator, a few moments after the power failure.
Neo, Morpheus and Niobe stood close together in one corner of the stucked elevator and watched One.
"Look at that!" whispered Niobe and pointed at the pale man.
In the other corner, One desperately tried to phase himself out of the elevator, constantly bumping with his head against the blank wall.
"Seems, it doesn't work!" snickered Neo.
Morpheus casted the two of them a severe glance and shook his head in disbelief.
Either the albino had gone nuts over the last five minutes, or he had some serious problems.
"Let me out of here!!" screamed One and threw his fists against the wall. Then he slumped to the ground.
Morpheus took a few steps in his direction, then stopped dead in his tracks. Just a few minutes ago, the albino had phased himself into the elevator, ready to pick up a fight with them, but then the electricity faded and he started yelling.
Strange..
He hadn't understood much of his yelling. Surely, the creature was upset about the loss of its powers, but he could swear, that he also heard the words "Brother" and "help you". So the silver creature wanted to help its brother?
Maybe after all, there was still something human in it?
Careful not to disturb it, he approached the silverman.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked in a, he hoped, soothing voice.
"Why should I tell you?" it snapped.
"Because maybe, we're able to help you!" Neo said out of his corner.
The albino bared his teeth.
"And you would do that, because…?"
"Because we want you to stop bumping your head against the wall before you send us all to a sudden and painful death!" Niobe said.
Morpheus silenced her with a wave of his hand.
One groaned and closed his eyes.
"I need to get to my brother as fast as possible. There are agents down there and they've got a new weapon. Something happened that disturbed my telepathic link to him. I can feel his emotions, but I can't communicate with him." He said.
"Well, we too have better things to do, as to wait for the agents to find us in here. Let's try to find a way out of here!"
**
"Here we are, this is the wedding suite. I hope everything is to your liking. Dinner will be served in about an hour at the restaurant, please be on time, we have a little surprise arranged!" the boy winked at them, shut the door behind Felice and Two and left them alone.
Felice drew a deep breath and together they let themselves slump down on a nearby sofa.
"Isn't this lovely?" she said ironically.
The wedding suite's main colour was pink.
Dark pink carpet, soft pink walls, deep red furniture and the most terrible thing of all, a pink, heart shaped waterbed with a mirror underneath the ceiling.
Felice shuddered.
"No chance I'm going to spend the night in this…monstrosity!" she said rather to herself.
Two looked at the room, the suite, he corrected himself and felt a headache materialize in his forehead.
"And what do we do now?" he asked and started to massage his temples with his left hand.
"You don't really want to go to that dinner, do you?"
"As much as I like to spend the evening in here with you, I'm afraid we have to keep this drama up, if we don't want to get kicked out. But don't worry, I have a plan!" Felice grinned.
Twos headache got worse.
"And how could this masterpiece of yours look like?" he wanted to know.
"It's simple. We just go down, eat that goddamned dinner, drink one glass, dance one dance and then we say, we're tired and return to our lovely wedding suite!"
"Brilliant. Just brilliant!" sighed Two and shook his hurting head.
Where was his brother? But that was so typically One. Never in reach when you really needed him!
"Do you have a better plan?" Felice pouted.
**
"Neo, he's doing it again!" Niobe complained, looking at the albino with disgust.
"Doing what?" Neo asked as he studied the elevator's control panel.
Morpheus had his eyes closed, obvious in deep meditation.
"He's twitching again!"
"It hasn't bothered you as he did it a few minutes ago!"
"I know, but now, he's smiling!"
Neo looked up.
"Yep, seems he enjoys himself. Now leave the poor man alone!" he said and returned to the panel.
"But Neo, didn't you notice…that he enjoys himself …a bit too much?"
Neo furrowed his brow. Niobes voice had lost her sharp edge and sounded strangely…embarrassed.
"What do you mean, too much?" he asked.
Niobe blushed, if that was even possible for a woman with such dark skin as hers.
"Neo, just take a look at his..lower..body parts!" she hissed.
"Lower body parts, Niobe is everything alright with you? What should be with his lower- oooohh, no further questions, I can see what you mean!"
**
"Okay, don't panic! Everything's under control! We're adults! We're able to handle this!"
Felice repeated this mantra a hundred times, and to his shame he had to confess, that he started to believe in it, too.
This strange woman paced the room back and forth, forgetting that she was still locked with him.
He brought his steps into line with hers and accompanied her pace.
He wouldn't interrupt her.
She was entertaining and entertainment got somehow rare in their last few years, since they started to work for the Merovingian.
A sly smile crept up his face.
This evening promised to get very entertaining indeed!
Suddenly the dark haired woman stopped pacing and looked at him.
"Dancing! Do you know how to dance?"
He snorted.
"Of course I do. The question is, do you know how to?"
"Pah, I spent half of my youth in various dancing schools; I just wanted to be sure, never mind!"
Two smirked and made a mentally note to ask the dj to play a tango.
Felice cocked her head to one side and exposed a lovely white shoulder to his gaze.
Two tried not to stare too hard and drew in some more breath.
Curse One!
Such things never happened when the twins were together!
"Excuse me, what did you say?"
"I said, since we're supposed to be married, it wouldn't be bad to learn a few things about each other!"
"That doesn't sound too bad, I suppose.."
"Okay, I start!" Felice said enthusiastically.
"Age?"
"About thirty, I guess."
"First name?"
"Two, that's what they call me, anyway."
"Last name?"
"I fear, I don't have one."
"Under which name did you check in, then?"
"Jumeaux."
Felice tried to stifle a giggle.
Two glared at her.
"Sorry, any siblings?"
"My twin brother, One." He said proudly.
"Any other relatives?"
"No."
"Profession?"
"High paid, professional assassin!"
"Okaaay, to shorten this a bit, I give you now a brief summary of my life."
Two raised his head expectantly.
"My name is Felice Guildenstern, I'm twenty five years old, the bigger part of my family lives in Germany and they're filthy rich. No siblings, no former husbands, no pets. I've got an apartment in this city and Trinity is an old school friend of mine. This should be enough for you to know, I suppose!"
"What about your last name?" Two asked.
"What about it? Don't you like it?"
"If we're supposed to be married, it's Mrs Felice Jumeaux now, I guess." He grinned.
Felices eyes grew big.
"If at all, it's Mrs Felice Guildenstern-Jumeaux! Chauvi!"
"Calm down. Are we ready to go now?" he asked rather amused.
"Let's get over with this!"
Two opened the door and gestured her to go first. With a sweet grin, he laid their locked arms around her waist and steered her downstairs.
On their way, Felice tried desperately to calm her nerves. Two's arm rested heavy on her hip and now and then, he gave it a little pet.
Embarrassing.
But not as embarrassing as the latest incident.
As she had to use the bathroom.
She didn't want to, but no one can drink a whole bottle of champagne and then just decide to temporary cease the digestion.
Luckily, the bathroom provided a partition, for which she had been very grateful.
Unfortunately her underwear had not been that helpful.
The very expensive black lace panties required both hands to be pulled down.
Embarrassing, really.
And if she wouldn't know better, she could swear that this sharp-tongued, always calm-staying killer had been twitching.
Weird.
As they entered the lobby, the always good tempered concierge stopped them.
"Aah, our lovebirds arrived! Are you ready for the most beautiful evening of your life?"
"Sure, we are.." Felice smiled nervously.
"Just one thing, young husband.."
Two paled.
"I've noticed that you haven't bothered to buy rings yet. Allow me to introduce you to our jewellery store, we've got the finest wedding rings, you've ever seen!"
He pushed them into the little store and forced them into heavy cushioned chairs. A curtain rustled and two salesmen brought various trays full of glittering rings.
To his uneasiness, Two saw Felices eyes getting all dreamy and shiny. He sighed. Luckily he always carried his credit card with him. And luckily, the Merovingian paid his killers well. He had the feeling, that buying Felice jewellery would be a very expensive business!
Half an hour later, they left the shop.
Felice with a one-carat solitaire diamond in a white gold setting on her hand and Two with a plain white gold ring on one hand and a smoking MasterCard in the other.
Finally, they both entered the restaurant.
The guests cheered.
"I can't stand this, this is pure torture!" whispered Two, a forced smile plastered on his face.
"We have to, just remember, only eat, drink and dance and then we leave!" hissed Felice, also smiling through her teeth.
"Over here! We decorated the high table for you!" said one of the waiters.
"Oh my god, look at this, pink roses and stuffed white doves!" shuddered Felice.
"I'm going to puke, I know it!" groaned Two, as they reached the table and sat down.
For the next hour, he left the talking to Felice and concentrated on staying calm. Otherwise, he had the feeling that he would run amok and kill everyone in reach, but first of all this pseudo-italian violinist, who really strained his self-control to its limits by scratching the bow that merciless over the poor tortured instrument, that his ears rang and his eyes watered.
He cast a short glance at his "wife" and noticed, that she seemed to somewhat enjoy herself.
Enjoy herself?
But then, his gaze fell on the now empty bottle of champagne at her side and he had to grin.
He always forgot which effect alcohol had on humans, especially on women. Not that he cared, but sometimes it was interesting to watch. Fortunately, it didn't have the same effect on him, as he had drunk the same amount already, due to that pest of waiter, who immediately refilled their glasses, if they just drank one swig.
It had started with a terribly sweet, but strong cocktail de la maison, followed by various red and white wines to the menu and finished now with champagne.
Just one glass…all right, that just left the dancing.
"Before we get to the comfortable part of the evening, we just want to take a few photos. If you were so kind to stand up, please?"
Determined to finish that drama, he pulled a hyper Felice to her feet and laid his arm in a, what he hoped was a lovingly gesture around her shoulders.
"Oh no, not that stiff, really!" complained the obvious gay photographer and grimaced.
"More emotion please, more emotion! Something that you will remember for the rest of your lives!"
"Oh, I'm absolutely sure, that I won't forget this evening for the rest of my life!" grumbled Felice under her breath and leaned herself against Two, in order to express more "emotion".
"That's nicer, and now, please kiss!" beamed the photographer.
"Kiss? No chance, really I'm not going to kiss this-
Fearing, that Felice would ruin everything so far, Two decided to take matters into his own hands and kissed Felice till he feared, she would pass out.
The guests applauded frenetically.
"Wonderful, wonderful, the pictures will be great!!"
"Now, was that so difficult?" smirked Two and winked at a heavy breathing Felice.
"Bastard!"
"I love you too, Darling!"
"And now we dance!!"
**
"Neo, my love, is everything alright?" echoed Trinity's voice into the elevator shaft.
"Trinity, is that you?"
"Who else? How can I help?"
"We're almost finished. It should work again in a minute or so." Answered Neo.
"How's the situation down there?" Trinity heard Morpheus ask.
"The agents have cleared the hotel and left. There's no one left, besides of me."
A few seconds later, the elevator worked again and the doors opened.
First of all, a rather nervous Niobe practically leaped out of the cabin, embracing Trinity like she was the salvation of mankind and mumbling strange things under her breath. She only could understand "Pervert" and "all men" and decided to not ask further. Right behind her followed a totally calm and healthy looking Neo, slightly smirking. She would have loved to embrace and kiss him, but Niobe still clung to her arm like a small frightened child.
Last, Morpheus came out, supporting a rather worn out looking second twin.
"Where's Felice?" asked Neo.
Trinity sighed.
"I sent her to our hotel, with this brother of him." She pointed at the albino.
"You did what??" all four asked shocked.
"Well, I didn't have a choice. They were bound together by one of the agent's new digital handcuffs."
"And that's why you sent your best friend away with a killer?"
"He's pretty helpless himself right now. He can't phase." She explained.
One's head perked up.
"What did you say?"
"I said he can't phase. Must have something to do with the handcuffs."
"I expect we're going to meet them at the hotel, right?" asked Morpheus.
"Right and we should hurry!"
"Then let's go!"