Eon stood in a dark corner of a room whilst the phone rang. Morpheus picked
up the receiver "we're in" he said and put it down. Eon was dressed in a
black hooded jumper (like the ones grungers where) and baggy blue jeans.
His hair was spiked up as if he'd gelled it and there was a phone in his
pocket. Morpheus looked at him for a moment, then he walked out the room,
Eon and Trinity followed him.
The sun was bright as they stepped out into the street. As they followed Morpheus Eon tried to remember all the basic rules Morpheus had told him about how to survive in the Matrix. Do not go to public places, do not socialise with civilians and especially do not use public phones as they can be traced.
Suddenly they entered a building, flats would be more accurate. "We'll be back soon" Morpheus told Trinity as he led Eon to the elevator. He pressed the button and they waited. Eon was feeling nervous; he'd never met the Oracle before. He'd seen Neo and all but never the Oracle. Then Morpheus spoke, "Eon, just remember I can only show you the door, you have to walk through it". Eon looked at him confused. Suddenly the elevator stopped and they walked down the corridor. Graffiti decorated the dismal walls and floor. They stopped in front of a grey door. Morpheus looked at Eon his eyebrow raised. Eon reached for the handle but suddenly the door opened and an old woman appeared with glasses. "Come in, Eon" she said, "I've been expecting you. Wait here please Morpheus". With that the woman led him into the flat, there were children playing in the living room but the woman led him past them and into the kitchen. "Well come closer, I ain't gonna bite, let me have a look at you" said the woman.
"You're the Oracle?" asked Eon.
"Yes, that I am, you'd be Eon. I can tell, you look just like he used to at your age".
"Who?"
"Can't tell you that one kiddo; let me ask you a question. If I told you that you are aged beyond your years what would you say?"
"Well, I dunno".
"Time to paint the town red as they saying goes. You will find out who you are, that much is true, also you are good at hiding things, soon you will find something you are unable to hide!"
"Like what? I don't understand" he replied.
"We can understand past the choices we make but it just takes time. Oh and tell Morpheus that Neo said to give the package to you, now scoot. I have cleaning to do!"
Five minutes later a confused Eon went back to Morpheus and told him that he was meant to give him the package. Morpheus raised an eyebrow and handed him the package. Eon was about to open it when he got a strong sense of foreboding. He stuffed in his pocket, he'd open it later.
They stepped onto the street without a word uttered. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, pigeons flew away as they disturbed them and cars drove down the dusty street. Eon felt sudden pain in his arms, he looked at them and to his horror the plugs from the real world were coming out of his skin! He could feel them on his back and his neck! "Morpheus" he shouted.
Morpheus looked round and gaped. He gave him a woolly hat (like grunger ones) and walked him quickly to a black car that materialised out of nowhere. He sat on the black leather looking at his arms in horror! "What the hell are we going to do?" he muttered.
"Well" said Morpheus "we can start by covering up the plugs on your arms" as he said this he pulled down Eon's sleeves. "What exactly did the oracle tell you?"
"She told me that I would find out who I was, that I would find something I could not hide, I guess that explains the plugs, and to paint the town red" replied Eon.
Morpheus gave him a spray can, "There's a package we need to pick up while we're here. By painting the town red I think she means you to create the biggest distraction of your life. I want you to decorate every wall of every building. The machines won't know what has hit them. As for your plugs, umm, let me think. Put the hat on I gave you, it can cover you neck plug, keeps our other plugs under clothing, that should not be too difficult".
"Coolness, where do you want me to start sprayin'?" Eon said eyes lighting up.
"We'll drop you off near the old Franklin exit, make you way round every subway station and other public places but stay away from the freeway, got that?"
"Sure as hell".
"Then get ready kid, this is going to be one hell of a ride!"
Five minutes later Eon stood on the corner of Dalton Street, spray can in hand and a mean glint in is eye. His hat was pulled right down over the plug at his neck; this made all of his plugs virtually invisible. He was unsure where to start and what exactly to write. He looked thoughtfully at the wall before him; he raised his can slowly and began to scrawl a green and untidy message. 'The Matrix has you.' it read, very appropriate for its purpose. As was customary with graffiti artists beside the message he put a tag, a smiley face with an eye patch (pirate by the way) on it.
He smiled, then a thought came to him, he would have to cover his face, so he wouldn't be easily recognised. Suddenly a bandana was in his hand, "thanks Link" he muttered under his breath. He tied it around his face so only his eyes could be seen. He walked down a deserted ally. He knew this area; he had grown up here after all. He scaled the dank wall in front of him in three strides.
He climbed onto the roof of a nearby school and checked his watch, it was almost 11:45, everyone would still be in lessons. Agile as a cat he clambered over the school fence and through a window into an empty class room. He walked silently through the classroom to the teacher's desk; he saw a red permanent marker. He smiled. He walked out into the hall way and looked around quickly. Then he went to the nearest blank wall and wrote in large red letters: Free Your Mind. The red pen rain in large tracks down the wall, it looked more like blood than pen. He put his small smiley face with a pirate eye patch (I shall now only refer to it as a tag). He stood back and admired his work. He walked briskly down the hall, such a big school and so little time to vandalise it. He stopped at the grey lockers and looked at then thoughtfully, permanent pen was really only for walls and toilets, spray paint was for brick, lockers and steel like things etc. With extreme agility he climbed on top of the lockers and scrawled his usual message along with his tag. Then just as the permanent pen began to run he slipped off the lookers and put the pen in his pocket. He pulled out a can of green spray paint and wrote: Can You see it? The Writing? Can You See What It Means??? He put his little tag next to it and looked at his watch, 11:50, 45 minutes till lunchtime. He had to work quicker. He went into the nearest toilets and covered them with tags and messages, even the ceiling. He'd been careful to avoid the security cameras, he simply unplugged them.
He was running down a corridor when it happened, he heard footsteps. Shit! He had to hide but where? He couldn't hide anywhere so he ran for it! Out the front doors of the school, it wouldn't be long before someone noticed half the city and an entire high school were decorated with the same message. In his panic he ran out into the road, he hear the roar of a truck and wham! He was sent flying. He heard someone shout "Call and ambulance" before he blacked out.
He awoke to the feel of the floor moving under him. Where was he, "uuhhhhhh" he moaned.
"Hey, Joey" called a stocky guy in a paramedic's uniform "I think the kid's wakin' up". He turned back to Eon. "What's ya name Kid?"
"Like I'd tell you" Eon murmured.
"Any family we can contact?"
"Yeah, dial 011-555-310 and ask for Tom, if they say there is no one called Tom tell thm that it's Eon who needs help".
"You feel a little woozy?"
"I feel like hammered shit".
"If I'd just been hit by a truck like you were I would too, what's ya name again".
"I didn't tell you my name; I told you my nickname, Eon".
"Ok Kid hold on we're almost at the hospital".
Sorry it's such a short entry but the next chappie will be better, and sorry I took so long to update - writers block is so annoying
The sun was bright as they stepped out into the street. As they followed Morpheus Eon tried to remember all the basic rules Morpheus had told him about how to survive in the Matrix. Do not go to public places, do not socialise with civilians and especially do not use public phones as they can be traced.
Suddenly they entered a building, flats would be more accurate. "We'll be back soon" Morpheus told Trinity as he led Eon to the elevator. He pressed the button and they waited. Eon was feeling nervous; he'd never met the Oracle before. He'd seen Neo and all but never the Oracle. Then Morpheus spoke, "Eon, just remember I can only show you the door, you have to walk through it". Eon looked at him confused. Suddenly the elevator stopped and they walked down the corridor. Graffiti decorated the dismal walls and floor. They stopped in front of a grey door. Morpheus looked at Eon his eyebrow raised. Eon reached for the handle but suddenly the door opened and an old woman appeared with glasses. "Come in, Eon" she said, "I've been expecting you. Wait here please Morpheus". With that the woman led him into the flat, there were children playing in the living room but the woman led him past them and into the kitchen. "Well come closer, I ain't gonna bite, let me have a look at you" said the woman.
"You're the Oracle?" asked Eon.
"Yes, that I am, you'd be Eon. I can tell, you look just like he used to at your age".
"Who?"
"Can't tell you that one kiddo; let me ask you a question. If I told you that you are aged beyond your years what would you say?"
"Well, I dunno".
"Time to paint the town red as they saying goes. You will find out who you are, that much is true, also you are good at hiding things, soon you will find something you are unable to hide!"
"Like what? I don't understand" he replied.
"We can understand past the choices we make but it just takes time. Oh and tell Morpheus that Neo said to give the package to you, now scoot. I have cleaning to do!"
Five minutes later a confused Eon went back to Morpheus and told him that he was meant to give him the package. Morpheus raised an eyebrow and handed him the package. Eon was about to open it when he got a strong sense of foreboding. He stuffed in his pocket, he'd open it later.
They stepped onto the street without a word uttered. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, pigeons flew away as they disturbed them and cars drove down the dusty street. Eon felt sudden pain in his arms, he looked at them and to his horror the plugs from the real world were coming out of his skin! He could feel them on his back and his neck! "Morpheus" he shouted.
Morpheus looked round and gaped. He gave him a woolly hat (like grunger ones) and walked him quickly to a black car that materialised out of nowhere. He sat on the black leather looking at his arms in horror! "What the hell are we going to do?" he muttered.
"Well" said Morpheus "we can start by covering up the plugs on your arms" as he said this he pulled down Eon's sleeves. "What exactly did the oracle tell you?"
"She told me that I would find out who I was, that I would find something I could not hide, I guess that explains the plugs, and to paint the town red" replied Eon.
Morpheus gave him a spray can, "There's a package we need to pick up while we're here. By painting the town red I think she means you to create the biggest distraction of your life. I want you to decorate every wall of every building. The machines won't know what has hit them. As for your plugs, umm, let me think. Put the hat on I gave you, it can cover you neck plug, keeps our other plugs under clothing, that should not be too difficult".
"Coolness, where do you want me to start sprayin'?" Eon said eyes lighting up.
"We'll drop you off near the old Franklin exit, make you way round every subway station and other public places but stay away from the freeway, got that?"
"Sure as hell".
"Then get ready kid, this is going to be one hell of a ride!"
Five minutes later Eon stood on the corner of Dalton Street, spray can in hand and a mean glint in is eye. His hat was pulled right down over the plug at his neck; this made all of his plugs virtually invisible. He was unsure where to start and what exactly to write. He looked thoughtfully at the wall before him; he raised his can slowly and began to scrawl a green and untidy message. 'The Matrix has you.' it read, very appropriate for its purpose. As was customary with graffiti artists beside the message he put a tag, a smiley face with an eye patch (pirate by the way) on it.
He smiled, then a thought came to him, he would have to cover his face, so he wouldn't be easily recognised. Suddenly a bandana was in his hand, "thanks Link" he muttered under his breath. He tied it around his face so only his eyes could be seen. He walked down a deserted ally. He knew this area; he had grown up here after all. He scaled the dank wall in front of him in three strides.
He climbed onto the roof of a nearby school and checked his watch, it was almost 11:45, everyone would still be in lessons. Agile as a cat he clambered over the school fence and through a window into an empty class room. He walked silently through the classroom to the teacher's desk; he saw a red permanent marker. He smiled. He walked out into the hall way and looked around quickly. Then he went to the nearest blank wall and wrote in large red letters: Free Your Mind. The red pen rain in large tracks down the wall, it looked more like blood than pen. He put his small smiley face with a pirate eye patch (I shall now only refer to it as a tag). He stood back and admired his work. He walked briskly down the hall, such a big school and so little time to vandalise it. He stopped at the grey lockers and looked at then thoughtfully, permanent pen was really only for walls and toilets, spray paint was for brick, lockers and steel like things etc. With extreme agility he climbed on top of the lockers and scrawled his usual message along with his tag. Then just as the permanent pen began to run he slipped off the lookers and put the pen in his pocket. He pulled out a can of green spray paint and wrote: Can You see it? The Writing? Can You See What It Means??? He put his little tag next to it and looked at his watch, 11:50, 45 minutes till lunchtime. He had to work quicker. He went into the nearest toilets and covered them with tags and messages, even the ceiling. He'd been careful to avoid the security cameras, he simply unplugged them.
He was running down a corridor when it happened, he heard footsteps. Shit! He had to hide but where? He couldn't hide anywhere so he ran for it! Out the front doors of the school, it wouldn't be long before someone noticed half the city and an entire high school were decorated with the same message. In his panic he ran out into the road, he hear the roar of a truck and wham! He was sent flying. He heard someone shout "Call and ambulance" before he blacked out.
He awoke to the feel of the floor moving under him. Where was he, "uuhhhhhh" he moaned.
"Hey, Joey" called a stocky guy in a paramedic's uniform "I think the kid's wakin' up". He turned back to Eon. "What's ya name Kid?"
"Like I'd tell you" Eon murmured.
"Any family we can contact?"
"Yeah, dial 011-555-310 and ask for Tom, if they say there is no one called Tom tell thm that it's Eon who needs help".
"You feel a little woozy?"
"I feel like hammered shit".
"If I'd just been hit by a truck like you were I would too, what's ya name again".
"I didn't tell you my name; I told you my nickname, Eon".
"Ok Kid hold on we're almost at the hospital".
Sorry it's such a short entry but the next chappie will be better, and sorry I took so long to update - writers block is so annoying