Sweet reveiwers! You really have made my day! *waves flag with happy smiley face on it*

Yay! I'm not the only person who thinks the merovingian's cool! Go Matrix Refugee! And thank you to all my other reveiwers; I'm lovin' you all! *Whoopee*

(Please excuse Hazana, as she is hysterically happy at the moment; time off school, reveiwers, what more could a girl want?)

Disclaimer: Same as before. (Check the other chapters you lazy folk!)

This chapter is dedicated to my friend Jenny who was the only one patient enough to put up with my obbession over the Matrix.

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That night Persephone had cried herself to sleep. How had things gone so wrong so quickly? She woke up with a feeling of dread lodged deep in her stomach and it held on so tightly that she could not reassure herself that her husband would forgive her. She could hear him screaming his lungs out at the twins and the wicked little thing clapping with glee. She knew that she was about to get the same. She got dressed and put on some make-up, althought her hands were shaking badly and she smudged her lipstick. Looking up at the cracks in the plaster Jeuneun had made she shuddered and quicky proceded to her husband's office.

"ah, 'sephone, " he said as she entered silently; her face expressionless. The twins gave her a sympathetic glance. At least their punishment was over for now. Pulling up at chair she sat down and shot an angry glance at the thing that had caused this mess, but Jeuneun only glared back at her, its eyes glowing red with hatred. The merovingian sighed to show that he was loosing his patience.

"You wanted to see me?" Persephone asked.

"Oui." he replied.

"Well?"

"Well what?

"What did you want to see me for?

"Ah," he said after a moment, " Why do you do zese things to me 'sephone? Why do you insist on making my life a misery? Zere was no reason for you to try to kill our son -"

"Your son." Snapped Persephone. "I could never produce something as inhuman as that."

"'Sephone please, you are a program just as I am, why must you always want to be something that you are not?" "Because the humans have hope. If The One suceeds in deleting the matrix we will die, but the humans will live on." "Neo, will not suceed. Do you think that I would create a demon program without a good reason? Jeuneun will grow into a warrior and he will be the hope we 'ave been waiting for. I 'ave begun to speed up the process myself, now zat zey 'ave ze keymaker, 'oo knows 'ow long we have."

"Speed up?" questioned Persephone with a puzzled expression. "Oui, I have begun to speed up 'ow fast he is aging. I have been writing that part of the program over the last few nights. It 'as not taken effect yet but it will soon. It seems 'e is already intelligent, 'e fooled you and the twins into beleiving zat you 'ad killed me and so 'as passed my first challenge. He will 'ave to pass all three before I will let 'im fight the one." Everything suddenly clicked into place in Persephone's head exept...

"If you were working on that program two nights ago, why were you wearing lipstick?"

"Lipstick?" he asked

"You know what I am talking about Mero."

The merovingian smiled wickedly. "I 'ad help. You know that I cannot resist a pretty face. Convinced?" Persephone nodded slowly " - And no more trying to kill our savior?" She shook her head. "No." " 'Sephone, 'Sephone... cheer up. In a short while 'e will be more mature. Maybe you will like him better then eh? Au revoir." He swept out of the room with the 'savior' following quickly, his short legs moving at an unnatural pace so that he could keep up.

Two gave his brother a confused look. How was that little midget supposed to stop The One? He who they got blown up over? True morpheus blew them up, but it wasn't just him that was to blame. One seemed to be having the same thought. As he was cringing. That had not been a pleasnt experiance. Persephone was just sat trying to take it all in.

This was either the most brilliant thing the boss had come up with or the most idiotic. That, Two thought would have to be decided when the plan took effect.

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By the way Jeuneun's name is a strange mix of something resembling french: 'Jeune' means 'young' and 'un' is obviously 'one.' I was going to name him demon in french but that's abit obvious as demon is basically the same in both languages. God, I've taken french for a year and this is the first useful thing I've been able to do with it...

Any ideas how old Jeuneun should be when he's ready to fight Neo? I haven't decided yet so I'm open to suggestions!