Title: The Kingdom of Hell.

Author: TheRedPony

Rating: R, consensual sex and language. And Guns lots of Guns.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any thing else related the films Nor Any thing From Tolkien's Estate. Their not my toys, I just play with them. I swear to put them back were I found them when I am done.

Story Notes: No I'm not evil, I just wont post any more chapters until you review.


And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea,
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be,
And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row,
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow.

Does he know I stand each day on the shore, Does he know I'd give all to see him once more, Does he know I've wept ten thousand times o're, And is he still waiting as he was before.
-K.Rusby

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The blue gate was nothing like the red gate. It was called the Styx, and the red was known as the Acheron. In mythology the Acheron was the gate way into hell. Only the entering souls and the devil's closest attendants could pass through it. And so it was in this place, no one but new arrivals, her Lady and the Agents could pass through it. Fish had wanted to take Ammit to Charon the master healer himself, but he was not allowed to pass through the portal, so he had called to Smith, who had with astounding kindness on his part agreed to take the girl, and had also contacted the Avian to retrieve the left over bodies.

The Avian and the Stormhawk were two amazing vessels. They were just about a tenth the size of the Zionist hovercrafts, but would have been the easy winner if pitted in a fire fight. While human technology had been restarting ever few hundred years, they had been expanding their technology. The line between the Matrix and the real world had blurred to incognizance in the halls of Hades. Doors might lead to a chamber in the real world or just as easily to programmed rooms. In fact Fish has no idea whether his quarters were real or not. As soon as one stepped into these rooms you were instantly and imperceptibly uploaded into it code. That was how they could keep so much in the small tower they had built upon the outlands of Zero One, the capitol of the machine world. Most of the doors led only to coded rooms, the hall ways stacked by color. Purple, White, Green, Blue and Red. The five halls on five stories, five gates in all. One each for the five rivers of hell, or maybe for the pentagram that symbolized the Devil. An insignia that the Lady L had taken with reverence.

He thought about this technology as he stood before the blue gate. Their would be no greeting for him on the other side, just paper work and maters that would most assuredly need his attention though he was tired and wished to sleep. Rebels assumed that programs did not rest for they had no bodies to tire, Fish had once been human, but he knew better, he knew that evens agents had to sleep. His hands rubbed his face, then his arms. The lifts always did that, left your skin crawling. They were not meant for standard use on people. Originally installed in the two ships they were like a gossamer curtain. It would pass through all substances like a black sheet, but when it encountered the items it was looking for it broke the substance into particles which where transported and reassembled. It reminded Fish a lot of Star Trek, a show he had watched while still human, he had been saddened to know that it had never been created in this the sixth age of the Matrix. It had how ever been written in the third where both he and Zephyrus hailed from. Luckily for him old Zeph had DVS's of every episode and film ever created for the string of shows. He had to rewrite them on to new disks ever seventy years or so, but it was a small price to pay.

His hand closed around the silver handle. The Styx, its name meant the River of Hate, but it was the river that circled hell in safety, it was held in such high regard in mythology that God's would swear their lives on in. The red gate was stunning white, but the blue gate was dark and swimming. Although going from the real world to the programmed rooms in the kingdom was simple, going straight from the Matrix to the real world, was a bit of a mind job. That's why everyone always passed out on their first time through the red gate. Fish turned the knob and let the darkness seep into the blue room. The underwater blue door swung open and instead of melting in white, he was pulled into an inky depth.

Fish blinked his eyes several times, the shook his head to clear it. The room he was in now was identical to the last one. Cerulean walls and indigo hues. The floor however was black and danced in red and green flecks. The blue gate was something amazing, because in no other place in the Matrix could that color be seen in all it vibrancy. We walked through the blue room, shimmering gossamer hung randomly and filled the room like a kelp forest. When he reached the black door, he stepped in to the blue hall.

**

Each hallway was different, the purple hall was the lowest, and the foundation, the tech hall. Many people worked here, including himself. Ships were built and maintained and programs written or directed. The purple hall bristled with people and life. The white hall was the second story. It didn't really exists, its entire space was taken up for the high ceilings of the story below it, but that did not mean you could not go their. In fact programs had for along time been using the great expanses of the white hall for their travel through the Matrix., it was a place were the agents did not follow. The exiles should have taken the warning, every time they entered the white hall they were monitored and their codes read, and recorded. The Agents were smart to never enter. The green hall was a mystery, it did not have a button on the elevator, but it was numbered among the floors.

The blue hall were he stood now was standard housing, and reminded Fish of a long apartment hall, even complete with those cute little lights that hung on the wall, and tall potted house plants to soften the look. The neatly trimmed ficus trees grew undeterred by the lack of any windows. Fish secretly suspected that they were traded out for new plants every few days to keep them looking so perfect. Normally he would be heading for his rooms for some much needed sleep, he always slept best in his own bed, but right now he marched straight through the long hallway and through several twisting turns to reach the elevators.

After his forth right turn he was finely facing the elevators, the building made so little sense it was preposterous, he should be back were he started but their was very little logic in this place. All that Alice and Wonderland stuff wasn't just Morpheus on a pseudo-Opium high. He imaged Morpheus as the hookah smoking caterpillar siting on his mushroom with his mirrored sunglasses and radically colored suit, speaking in stupid metaphors that made little to no sense. He laughed, then chided him self remembering the solemn mood he ought to be in.

If Ammit died, they were in mighty big trouble. Zion knew that if she died their codes would go to the machines, they did not know however that when Smith had been killed by Neo, Anubis also received the codes to the Mainframe. Seeing as Ammit had been shot by an agent and Anubis would be very very mad, every one was in deep shit. The Machines would destroy Zion, Zion would destroy the Matrix, and the KOH would be left high and dry to fight off the humans for its self. Humans multiplying like they do; it would only be time before the kingdom would fall. What a sorry state that would be for the earth, the humans would die out on their own accord as viruses always do when out of things to kill. It would be a nasty turn for every one.

He pushed the black button and stepped back to wait for a lift. Their were five elevators in the building, three here in the main shaft and two located deeper in the complex. They spent many long hours polishing these doors, they were just like every thing else in Hades it seemed. Black with red and green. They were so lustrous that they made diamonds look like plastic. The far left door chimed and opened slowly.

Fish stepped in to the bright box. It was mirrored and looked like he was riding in a kaleidoscope. The doors closed and on the inside of them he could see a tree made out of clear cut glass. The lift did not move but the tree before him started to change. From behind the glass a thick syrup consistent liquid dripped down the inside surface. It pooled at the base of the tree and was filling rather quickly. It was dark red. He extended his hand and felt the surface of the glass. Like always the areas still blue were cool, the red places were the liquid had pooled was warm, warm like new spilt blood.

He pulled his hand away sharply; thoughts of Ammit's blood flowing over his hand washed across his mind. This was no good, benign flinchy about it was not going to make the situation better. He straightened his jacket and his tie and then his sunglasses, unlike the red and green that was predominate his were red and gold but had the same onyx black base.

The tree had finished filling and although the elevator had never moved the doors opened to reveal the Red Hall.

**

Fish stepped form the elevator into the glory of the red hall. Ok maybe it wasn't that glories but it was still cool, it was a bit like the blue hall but the most obvious difference was the color, this hall was not blue but a resounding red, ceiling to floor. It was a soft and comforting red, that could be described as vermilion or carmine, it was almost the same hue as a blood red but it was some how different. One could not describe the color like that, such an analogy was too simple. This was not the same tainted maroon that danced in the sunglasses and equipment of all things of hell. It was pure and corrupt at the same time.

This hall was not a place for neophytes, it had a truly ageless savor to it. Something Fish responded too, it grasped him in a way. He knew why L preferred the red hall. It was his favorite as well, but his quarters were in the blue hall that led to the blue gate. One could say that the blue hall was just as nearly as nice as the red hall. All the halls had identical black granite floors, with identical silver hardware, the doors were all the same black and the same care was taken for each. Fish grinned, he was not a materiel person, but he liked the way the red hall felt, the sound it made under your feet.

His eyes darted to a black door identical to the others. In the center of the door a silver plate was hung. Engraved in the glittering metal was the letter R and the number, 1110110. He smiled R118 this was Mouse's quarters. He had great respect for the former human, he had written the copy of Agent Smith that was in ever ship in Zion's fleet.

They passed just a few more doors, before the Red corridor abruptly turned. At this end a large set of double black doors glittered with a mirrored finished of high glass black. The hardware was not silver, but the iridescent dancing black. It was lime and ruby and so many things in the warm light of the hall way. The only silver was the metal plate the hung in the center of the door to the right, "R1111001" it read. R121 this was her ladies quarters, he hurried past them, not wanted to be caught lingering.

He turned the corner and walked down another hall, at this end of this one was the infirmary were new comers were sent to recuperate, he swung the black double doors open and turned to Coronis who sat behind a desk filing paper work, she immediately stood out of respect.

"Good evening master Fish, I had not known you were back."

He smiled at her

"Good evening Coronis. Do you know were Miss Ammit is?"

She nodded, but her face showed her fear, "Room 11, but you must wait outside, Master Charon is still working on her. She is not well, not well at all."

He nodded and headed down the rooms. When he reached room eleven, his hand brushed over the plaque that hung their. Her chart was goon form the door, which meant Charon was indeed working on her.

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Needles smiled as he watched the twins, they were infinitely happy in each others arms. Feeling a bit of the voyeur he turned towards the door. He had no one else to check on that night, but he could at least speak to some of the hospital staff. As he faced the door however he noticed some one across the hall way.

"Master Fish, have you returned?"

The twins perked up, Fish was the name of one of a Rebel, one of the most wanted my their former master for his knowledge of the agents.

"Ei, Master Severus I have, and not under all to well terms."

The twins could now see the speakers face and recognized him from the photo.

"A saw her Fish, its bad, I wish I had better news."

He nodded "So do I." His face was very grim

"If any one can heal her Master Charon can."

"What if he cant.

"We will worry about that then, Her Lady will know what to do."

"You put great faith in her Needles"

"I have to, I would have died with out her."

Fish nodded, and ran his hand over his bald head. "Anubis is a bastard. If he would have gotten over him self and just given Ammit to use in the first place non of this would be happening."

"You can insult his parentage Fish, he's a program"

This brought a conceded snort and a half small to the mans face. He snapped to attention as he heard the door behind him open. Charon stepped from the room, the old mans normally stern face was now visibly pained. Fish grimaced, it was that bad after all.

"Master Fish." The old man stepped forward and handed him a black palm pilot. "Can you tell em what this means"

Upon reading the screen he clenched his teeth. "It's a source code, it has been badly damaged a complete transfer would be needed to save this one, but one do you show this to me. How does Ammit fair?"

The old man frowned "You are blind my your love for her Fish."

Love? He had never thought such things of Ammit before. "What do you mean Charon." His voice was deadly a tone almost never heard form the Zen trained master.

"Look deeper, you fool." His tone was gentle in reply.

Fish gasped and nearly dropped the small screen. "This, this is her code. I thought she was human"

Charon nodded "We all did. You will need to go now. See if you can find a source code match for hers, if we cant she will die."

Fish nodded and bolted from the room, sliding around the corner as he did so.

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Rose! Were are you. Note this is not been beta'd yet.

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