Title: The Kingdom of Hell.

Author: TheRedPony

Rating: R, consensual sex and language.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any thing else related the films. I own nothing related to Tolkien's work. It is not my world, just my playground.

Story Notes: Hey look quick its Smith he's not being a Jerk. Ha made you look

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom-boom-boom
Son, he said, grab your things
I've come to take you home
- Peter Gabriel

***

The room was red. Not just a simple red but one with depth, and soul, if that was possible for a homely color. It was painted from ceiling to floor with this shade, and the room had not a single window or source of light. It just seemed to glow. On the wall a massive painting hung. It was a stark white canvas with several blazing streaks of many hues running down it surface, a pleasant rainbow in the sea of blood red. The floor was black granite tiles, flecked of dancing color. They changed from blood to bright green and back again.

The twins drew their attention to the door before them, it was red as well, but its surface danced with gold. On closer inspection the gold could be seen to be minute filigree work, golden wires in a myriad of shapes embossed into the surface of the door. They stepped closer to examine the door more thoroughly, but as they did it melted into a wave of white light. The brightness grew and dissolved the room, until it was nothing but delirious white.

Two blinked him self awake. He looked to One who laid beside him in the black bed. They felt each other's confusion and knew they had shared the same dream. A vision of the red gate.

***

Two was drumming his fingers on the black table in the small room they had been delegated to. They were dressed and waiting for the return of the agents. They had not spoken of their shared vision, and Two was tactfully letting his mind wonder to other things. "Do we think Elrond Lord of Rivendale is doing Legolas Prince of Mirkwood?"

"Well King Thranduil, Legolas's father hates Elrond, so we should think that… Hold it, why would we ask that?"

"We were just wondering."

"Our mind is to valuable to waste on such unimportant thoughts."

"Well we didn't have to get snippy about it. Besides we think it is important and more so…"

Their brotherly discussion was cut short by a loud rap on the door. One rolled his eyes and went to the door grateful for the interruption, and his salvation from Two's random musing. He loved him truly and indefinitely, but that did not mean they agreed on every thing.

One opened the door as Two came to stand behind him. Agent Brown was standing in the doorway looking slightly more aggravated them normal. "It is time" He spoke unnecessarily and with an overly formal tone.

//What's eating him// Two thought to One with a smirk.

One replied with an auditory hush that drew a disapproving glance from Brown. The agent turned and led them down the hallway.

The twins where marched down the long white hall with its grey bands of indifference and disinterest. Dingy grey and dingy white, the Sun has slipped in the sky so that now the hall was not dressed in its brilliance, only lit by it's after glow and by disreputable halogen bars. The hallway hummed with their energy and the song played cords in the twins chests. It was just the right frequency to rattle their code, it felt like. Maybe this was a planned sort of thing; Agent Brown never seemed to notice.

They had expected to be returned to the interrogation room they had been in before, but instead Jones joined Brown at the elevator, and the twins were taken to the lobby. The elevator door opened onto a long room with brown marble columns and covings. Guards and humans seemed to scatter before, the Agents. They were led hurriedly through the building and out the front door were an Agent they had never seen before stood leaning against a black limousine. He righted him self in the presence of the other two, and extended his hand, to Jones who took it with hesitation. He then repeated the same with Brown.

"Agent Smith?" The unnamed agent asked. He was dressed like any other agent though his suit was black not brown, and for his shoes and his glasses were different. Like the boy they had met named Mouse, he wore silver clips on his toes, a highly effective weapon in close combat, his glasses were similar to the agents, slightly more sweeping, but instead of the brown semi transport lenses his were opaque black. The oddest thing was the red and green bands of color that danced on the lenses. Same as those of the messengers who has come to the chateau, same as flecks they saw in the floor in their dream. On closer inspection it was even the same as the window tinting that covered the long cars glass. It was like some one was a bit overly obsessed with this color-matching thing.

Brown shook his head "He was called away most unexpectedly, he did not say were he was going or why."

The Agent only shrugged. "Good, it will save us over an hour in time. His reports are most…" he hesitated, "in-depth." Then with a half smirk on his face, he nodded back Jones and Brown. "Thank you for your help, we would have had a hell of a time finding them again. You know how ridiculously hard exiles can be to track down. Though I can't say you are doing much of that now, seeing as you're stuck inside all the time" The hostility was evident between the three agents and Brown and Jones left the twins in the care of the rather dogmatic agent. Brown huffed a bit as they walked back inside. Being demoted away form the field had been hard, for him most of all.

The remaining agent turned to the twins and eyed the twins closely. "I remember you two, I always wondered how long it would take for you to reach this point." As he spoke he shook both of their hands. "My name is Agent Kelly." He opened the car door and motioned for them to enter. "We have some time to kill, be for we meet her." The twins did not have to ask who she was.

Another agent was sitting inside the car, and introduced him self as Agent Miller. The twins instantly grew a touch nervous as they recognized the names from the phone conversations before.

Kelly jumped in the car closing the door behind him. They felt the car pull away into the afternoon traffic though they had not seen the driver, and could not see him how through the black divider that closed them off from whom ever that might be.

Two spoke up eager to break the burgeoning silence that filled the car. "What is a quadrille?"

Kelly snorted and then the two agents almost fell out of their seats with laughter, the twins jumped in surprise. "Sorry" Miller managed to cough out. "Its just that of all they things you might have asked, and maybe should have asked, you want to know what a quadrille is. You don't want to know were we are going, or if this is going to hurt or were we came from, you just want to know about quadrilles?"

The twins nodded doggedly.

"Its what were told to do in our free time so that we can face down a tank on horse back or something else utterly stupid."

Kelly glared at him "No its so when we go to the back up generator and cant use our guns and have to ride every were on a horse we can still kick butt and not run into each other." He turned back to the twins "They are military drill patterns ridden on horse back. I'm sure you will learn them too. Lady L is a little over zealous of making sure we can all perform advance dressage movements with blind folds on or some such. Mind you didn't hear that form me?"

"Hear what?" One grinned, and Two winked.

"I like you two already." Evens replied and grinned with Kelly.

"So…" One inquired, "Where are we going"

Kelly snorted "The correct question is were are we, because were already here." This was surprising, as they had only just entered the car.

***

Kelly opened the door with a shove, and exited the car. The twins followed closely behind and Miller left last closing the door behind him. Oddly it was night, One comment on this and Kelly just replied "Time Zone" brusquely as his answer. Apparently this car of theirs moved very quickly.

They could easily see that the building was a dance club, although they had never seen it before. The River Acheron the sign proclaimed, how appropriate cross the river of hell to reach its recesses. The place was a rather square industrial building that had been painted black, a lime green sign lit one wall; its name proclaimed in tall scrolling neon letters. It was lit from behind in red backlights. Two grinned at his twin; ok some one was really obsessed with these colors. A few palm trees graced the buildings front and these were lit by lime floodlights. The night was humid and sticky, not a breeze stirred but a misting machines around the buildings perimeter kept it both cool and in an eternal fog stained green from the flood lights. The effect was amazing and the whole night seemed to pulse with the bass rhythm that seeped through the cement.

There was a line at the door, mostly humans who wanted in. To bad this place was programs only the twins muse. A scrolling ¥ was lit at the bottom of the sign, a clear symbol at least to programs that coppertops were not welcomed. They were led straight to the door avoiding the line all together. It was hilarious to watch the bouncer. At first when he saw the Agents he scampered to hit the panic button. Then gripped his chest and shot them an evil eye.

"Shit you two, don't just show up like that, you'll give me a heart attack."

Miller snickered, these two laughed at every thing is seemed. "Gyges you do know you don't actually have a heart right?"

"I know, but that doesn't mean I don't feel it beating like a race car engine."

Kelly just laughed as the man named Gyges steeped aside to let them pass, with the twins in tow. Several of the humans complained that they had let suits into the club but not them.

Once inside Miller checked his watch. "We have about an hour until she is due to arrive." He looked at the twins. "What do you do at a club?"

The twins shrugged and One replied "Normally we have to drink shots for appearances and keep an eye out for the Merovingian."

Two added "At least among humans we tend to attract a bit of attention, though no one normally will approach us."

"Something about the way we glare them down, we should think."

Miller smirked, "Well that sound like worlds of fun." His voice was sarcastic, defiantly not an agent mannerism.

"Well what do you do?" One asked

"Simple we sing Karaoke! Is the best thing EVER!" The twins were startled at Miller and Kelly both shouted the last word.

They ran straight towards the stage like giddy schoolboys and after a few words with the DJ, the music stopped and they climbed the stage. This was obviously a normal occurrence as the entire crowed started to scream and jump up and down with excitement. The pair hummed a simple harmony, then the first cord of Elvis' Burning, and the programs screamed even louder. The whole thing was reminiscent of fan girls at a Boy band concert.

"Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising. Higher higher, It's burning through to my soul." The Agents sang in perfect harmony, and were happily dancing on the stage. The rest of the crowd where lost in a combination of screaming and singing along.

"They're pretty cute when their not hunting things down aren't they." The twins turned around to face young girl standing behind them. She had a simple smile, that was kind yet proper. She had a plain black suit and a pair of sunglasses the iridised in the same way the Miller and Kelly's had. The twins had noticed that most of the people in the room had a similar pair on. She extended her hand to shake theirs. "And you are?"

"We are the twins. We are One"

"We are Two"

She nodded, not at all put off by their speaking in plural. She glanced towards the stage were A Wooden Heart had just started much to the throng's delight. "Your British then? They never bother to tell me things like that. They tell me things like The Oracle's most commonly used word, but they didn't bother to tell me you had an accent."

The twins eyed her suspiciously. "Who are you?" One spoke for the two of them.

She grinned, "Forgive me One, here I have asked your names and not told you my own. My L."

"You're the Devil" Two asked with raised eyebrows, then chided him self. "Forgive us for our disrespect"

She laughed at them, "My dear Two, I am the Devil with out a doubt. Mind if we take a seat and find out how long it takes for those play boys to get off the stage."

The twins smiled and nodded. Maybe this new boss wouldn't be so bad.

***

The room was white and sterile, a crisp sort of clean that you would find no were else in the real world. Shinning silver tools and sensitive reads and registers sat on shinning silver tables and all glittered in the white void. No corners could be seen in the room and the only places ones eyes could rest from the harsh white light was the tall black door with its silver hardware on one end of the room or the red door with its gilded filigree at the other end.

It was on this red door where a severe looking mans eyes were hanging. He stood legs spread to shoulders with and his hands together behind him; he was dressed in a white coat with a black shirt and pants. The black was a vivid contrast to the white of the void, and was alluring in its dark comfort. Behind him was a group of several others, similarly dressed and behind them was a stretcher with similarly glittering silver legs and braces and toped in burning white fabric. Slowly the door had melted away and as it did so the rooms bleached state was contaminated by a swooning red light. It did not spread out word into the room, but instead its presence drew the white too it. The whole thing was distractingly beautiful.

The tall agent stepped through the now gone red door; into the room along with an innocent looking girl draped in his arms. He were dressed in black suits and his dark glasses practically burned with fierce green and red bands, that flashed and danced like rainbows in the blank void of white. They had not been so colored before, but had changed to this state while entering the gate. He looked to the man who stood beside the stretcher.

"Master Charon. Ammit daughter of Anubis. Can you help her?"

"Lay her down Smith we will do what we can. You get a body lift?"

"Yes the Avian have taken both her body and that of Master Fish. He will be arriving via the Blue gate."

"Good she will need him to make the night. We have a lot of work to do"

Smith nodded then left through the black gate. He needed to file a report for this encounter, with out a doubt.

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Wow he's really not being a jerk. *Hugs Him* I love you Smithy, I love you Agent Brown your so huggable.