Chapter Two
Merovingian's 'modest' hut
After Neo and his friends had disappeared with the Keymaker, the Merovingian had hunted down his wife Persephone, the one responsible for betraying him and giving the Keymaker to the rebels. He wanted to talk with her and ask her just why and how she could have done that to him. "Talk" here stands for "threaten".
She made him so angry! How could she do something as bloody awful as that? She had embarrassed him in front of those jumping idiots. HIM! The Merovingian! The unofficial king of the Matrix-high-society! 'She's going to pay for this!' he thought. That conclusion on his part was to be expected, and it should have been obvious to her, too.
He had no success in finding her. She was gone, vanished, and he had no idea of where she could be. He could give a fuck about it now, though. She would come back to him sooner or later. Although the mighty love and fire between them was long since lost, a little tea warmer candle was still there, which made it impossible for them to separate. Whether it was a little candle of passion or just a candle of dependence, the Merovingian was unsure and he didn't want to think about it. He perceived her and she perceived him. That was it, there was no more to it, and it was very doubtful that there would ever be more between them anyway.
The Merovingian decided to quit searching Persephone for now. It made him sick and it was just a waste of time. She wasn't important enough to make him search for her the whole day. He just wanted to go back to his castle in the mountains and relax a little.
As he entered his entrance hall he was shocked. There were corpses and bloody body parts of his henchmen everywhere on the ground. His men followed his every order without question; if the Merovingian had told them: "Kill yourself!" they would have done it without a single complaint.
The Merovingian had the talent to make people dance to his own rhythm. He was a leader by birth; what he said was law. All the people around him fell under his rule, and it mattered not whether they were human or program. He had a strong attraction to everyone, which made people grow stiff when he entered a room. Not only were his allies under his power, but women as well. They couldn't resist his charm. His enemies hated him, but still they respected him in a way they couldn't explain.
"Oh mon Dieu! Quelle merde! Ce emmerdant Neo!" he looked at his glorious foyer in horror.
The wonderful marble ground was covered in dust from the statues that had been smashed to pieces during the battle.
"That nasty bastard! Destroys my antique objects d'art and plays Rambo with my weapons! Quel con!" The Merovingian spoke with a striking French accent.
Although his face symbolised anger and REVENGE, his voice sounded soft and flattered one's ear because of his way to emphasise words, and the French flair in his voice.
He moved to one of his statues and stopped in front of it, screwing up his face and taking something out of his pocket. It was a little, noble mobile phone which he placed to his ear.
"Hello? Am I speaking with the employees? ... Get your ass to the foyer and clean that horrible mess you are responsible for!!!" He pushed a button and ended the conversation with that. The mobile phone landed back in his pocket.
"Tsk tsk, you have to do everything on your own..." The Merovingian rolled his eyes. "... and where the fuck are those bloody twins?! They were supposed to be back with the Keymaker a long time ago!!"
His hand again glided to his vest to extract his cell phone. He pressed a few buttons and the catchword 'Twin Two' appeared on the screen. He pushed the green button to call.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
The Merovingian took a deep breath, preparing to shout.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
But no one picked up the phone.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
The Merovingian was still on the line waiting for Two to answer to phone... instead he heard:
*peeep*
"The number you have dialled is unavailable at this moment. Please hang up and try again."
"ARGH!! That damn twin!" he cursed.
He looked down at his cell phone and began pressing buttons again. The catchword 'Twin One' appeared. The Merovingian pushed the green button and placed the cell phone to his ear.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
Nothing happened.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
"ARGH... pick up the damn phone!!"
*peeep*
"The number you have dialled is unavailable at this moment. Please hang up and try again."
"Why did I give them those phones if they don't fucking use them!!!!" The Merovingian yelled at his poor little cell phone, cussing in French.
"I have to do everything by myself! Why do I have all those employees? I. Give. Orders. - They. Comply. Them!! It's not: I give orders and remind them to do their job every fucking minute! You cannot rely on anyone..."
He paused, hearing footsteps behind him. He turned his head then completed the action by rotating the rest of his body to face the creator of the noise.
"... and especially not women." He finished dryly.
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The Reason, The Why
Turning himself around, the Merovingian saw a middle-sized woman. She wore a cream-colored, eccentric dress made of shiny latex rubber. Her dress was so tight it looked as if it would explode if you pricked it with a needle, yet it fit beautifully and emphasised her perfect body, accentuating her graceful curves. She was slender, but no skeleton. She had muscles in just the right places, and her hair was glossy dark brown, falling halfway down her back. Her beautiful face was serious, her full lips pursed into a somber scowl.
It was Persephone, for whom he had ended his sentence:
"... and especially not women."
Persephone took a long and serious look at her husband without batting an eyelid. A long time ago she had almost given her life away for this man. She folded her arms and started to talk:
"Happy to see me, my love?"
"Are you, darling?"
The irony couldn't be ignored. They looked at each other coldly, as if they were two armies about to clash. If any stranger saw them now, they wouldn't believe how deep their love had been in former times.
The Merovingian put a hand to his mouth, shook his head a little and looked down to the ground. He stayed in that position for a short time, looking as if there were thousands of thoughts running through his head but he had no chance to catch one. Then suddenly all of it came out of him and the foyer was filled with screaming.
"MERDE!! Are you gone completely crazy, Persephone?! What the hell were you aiming for, doing that?! Don't you have anything better to do than getting my ass into trouble?! Do you getting a kick out of doing it or something?!"
"Now what do you expect from me?" She looked at him incredulously and sank her head to the left.
"What do I expect? I expect loyalty! I expect trust! I expect..."
Persephone interrupted him before he could end his sentence.
"Trust? Don't you fucking dare speak about trust! You don't even know what the word means! Do you really think you're loyal to me when you're putting your dick into a blonde bitch's mouth? Just because you're causing an emotion with your damn cake, it doesn't mean that YOU need be the one who has to satisfy it, you damn bastard!" She could hardly control her anger. She was really fed up with all his affairs, and looking at him made her sick.
"A blonde woman? I know NOTHING about a blonde woman! What are you talking about?" pretended the Merovingian.
"Don't you dare making a fool of me, honey. You know what I mean." She was cold as ice and serious in a way that would cause guilt in every man in the world.
After a long pause, the Merovingian replied: "It meant nothing to me and that's not the point at all, mon Dieu! You women always talk about trivialities, you don't know what's really important in life! YOU've made a fool of ME! You're responsible that I've lost the Keymaker and you're responsible for all the chaos here!" He pointed to all his broken statues laying on the ground as he screamed. "It's all YOUR fault! Look what you did, Persephone!! And now you've got the fucking nerve to blame me for that disaster?! You should give me a better reason for that than blaming me!"
As Persephone heard that she just grinned ironically and said: "Some things seem to be important for somebody whereas these things seem to be irrelevant to somebody else. That triviality you've mentioned caused that situation here, if you're believing me or not."
The Merovingian rolled his eyes: "These women.."
"I have enough of you and your behavior. I pretended to be your wife for years now. I'm not your wife anymore, and I really don't know what the hell I mean to you anyway. Whenever I see you looking at me, talking, flirting with other women and then running after them to fuck them, I get sick! I can't live like that any longer! I wanted revenge for all those years and your damn arrogance! You deserved it, being threatened like a fool, darling!!"
She was so angry that she would have killed him if she had a gun. However, the Merovingian seemed to be more amused than angry. Nevertheless it was an ironical amusement.
"Well, what do you want from me? You've become so boring! You are shopping all the time, you're drinking, looking smug and that's all. You think I can take that any longer? I don't want to be around you when you're like that. I really don't understand what happened to you. You used to have more life in you! And now you really think I should be faithful to your moods? You're no better than me if you're thinking that, my love."
"At least I don't pretend being somebody else, and you know what I mean."
Persephone's words really weren't what the Merovingian was expecting to hear.
He made a serious face and the corners of his mouth tilted to the ground, as his eyes got cold. He couldn't say anything more and turned away as to not be forced to look at his wife any longer. At that moment Persephone turned around and stormed off to the entrance of the Merovingian's castle. She took out a key and opened the door. There was no beautiful surroundings as expected behind the door, but a big kitchen, most likely belonging to the Merovingian's restaurant. Persephone went through the door and shut it behind her as she left the room.
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Merovingian's 'modest' hut
After Neo and his friends had disappeared with the Keymaker, the Merovingian had hunted down his wife Persephone, the one responsible for betraying him and giving the Keymaker to the rebels. He wanted to talk with her and ask her just why and how she could have done that to him. "Talk" here stands for "threaten".
She made him so angry! How could she do something as bloody awful as that? She had embarrassed him in front of those jumping idiots. HIM! The Merovingian! The unofficial king of the Matrix-high-society! 'She's going to pay for this!' he thought. That conclusion on his part was to be expected, and it should have been obvious to her, too.
He had no success in finding her. She was gone, vanished, and he had no idea of where she could be. He could give a fuck about it now, though. She would come back to him sooner or later. Although the mighty love and fire between them was long since lost, a little tea warmer candle was still there, which made it impossible for them to separate. Whether it was a little candle of passion or just a candle of dependence, the Merovingian was unsure and he didn't want to think about it. He perceived her and she perceived him. That was it, there was no more to it, and it was very doubtful that there would ever be more between them anyway.
The Merovingian decided to quit searching Persephone for now. It made him sick and it was just a waste of time. She wasn't important enough to make him search for her the whole day. He just wanted to go back to his castle in the mountains and relax a little.
As he entered his entrance hall he was shocked. There were corpses and bloody body parts of his henchmen everywhere on the ground. His men followed his every order without question; if the Merovingian had told them: "Kill yourself!" they would have done it without a single complaint.
The Merovingian had the talent to make people dance to his own rhythm. He was a leader by birth; what he said was law. All the people around him fell under his rule, and it mattered not whether they were human or program. He had a strong attraction to everyone, which made people grow stiff when he entered a room. Not only were his allies under his power, but women as well. They couldn't resist his charm. His enemies hated him, but still they respected him in a way they couldn't explain.
"Oh mon Dieu! Quelle merde! Ce emmerdant Neo!" he looked at his glorious foyer in horror.
The wonderful marble ground was covered in dust from the statues that had been smashed to pieces during the battle.
"That nasty bastard! Destroys my antique objects d'art and plays Rambo with my weapons! Quel con!" The Merovingian spoke with a striking French accent.
Although his face symbolised anger and REVENGE, his voice sounded soft and flattered one's ear because of his way to emphasise words, and the French flair in his voice.
He moved to one of his statues and stopped in front of it, screwing up his face and taking something out of his pocket. It was a little, noble mobile phone which he placed to his ear.
"Hello? Am I speaking with the employees? ... Get your ass to the foyer and clean that horrible mess you are responsible for!!!" He pushed a button and ended the conversation with that. The mobile phone landed back in his pocket.
"Tsk tsk, you have to do everything on your own..." The Merovingian rolled his eyes. "... and where the fuck are those bloody twins?! They were supposed to be back with the Keymaker a long time ago!!"
His hand again glided to his vest to extract his cell phone. He pressed a few buttons and the catchword 'Twin Two' appeared on the screen. He pushed the green button to call.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
The Merovingian took a deep breath, preparing to shout.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
But no one picked up the phone.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
The Merovingian was still on the line waiting for Two to answer to phone... instead he heard:
*peeep*
"The number you have dialled is unavailable at this moment. Please hang up and try again."
"ARGH!! That damn twin!" he cursed.
He looked down at his cell phone and began pressing buttons again. The catchword 'Twin One' appeared. The Merovingian pushed the green button and placed the cell phone to his ear.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
Nothing happened.
*RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*
"ARGH... pick up the damn phone!!"
*peeep*
"The number you have dialled is unavailable at this moment. Please hang up and try again."
"Why did I give them those phones if they don't fucking use them!!!!" The Merovingian yelled at his poor little cell phone, cussing in French.
"I have to do everything by myself! Why do I have all those employees? I. Give. Orders. - They. Comply. Them!! It's not: I give orders and remind them to do their job every fucking minute! You cannot rely on anyone..."
He paused, hearing footsteps behind him. He turned his head then completed the action by rotating the rest of his body to face the creator of the noise.
"... and especially not women." He finished dryly.
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The Reason, The Why
Turning himself around, the Merovingian saw a middle-sized woman. She wore a cream-colored, eccentric dress made of shiny latex rubber. Her dress was so tight it looked as if it would explode if you pricked it with a needle, yet it fit beautifully and emphasised her perfect body, accentuating her graceful curves. She was slender, but no skeleton. She had muscles in just the right places, and her hair was glossy dark brown, falling halfway down her back. Her beautiful face was serious, her full lips pursed into a somber scowl.
It was Persephone, for whom he had ended his sentence:
"... and especially not women."
Persephone took a long and serious look at her husband without batting an eyelid. A long time ago she had almost given her life away for this man. She folded her arms and started to talk:
"Happy to see me, my love?"
"Are you, darling?"
The irony couldn't be ignored. They looked at each other coldly, as if they were two armies about to clash. If any stranger saw them now, they wouldn't believe how deep their love had been in former times.
The Merovingian put a hand to his mouth, shook his head a little and looked down to the ground. He stayed in that position for a short time, looking as if there were thousands of thoughts running through his head but he had no chance to catch one. Then suddenly all of it came out of him and the foyer was filled with screaming.
"MERDE!! Are you gone completely crazy, Persephone?! What the hell were you aiming for, doing that?! Don't you have anything better to do than getting my ass into trouble?! Do you getting a kick out of doing it or something?!"
"Now what do you expect from me?" She looked at him incredulously and sank her head to the left.
"What do I expect? I expect loyalty! I expect trust! I expect..."
Persephone interrupted him before he could end his sentence.
"Trust? Don't you fucking dare speak about trust! You don't even know what the word means! Do you really think you're loyal to me when you're putting your dick into a blonde bitch's mouth? Just because you're causing an emotion with your damn cake, it doesn't mean that YOU need be the one who has to satisfy it, you damn bastard!" She could hardly control her anger. She was really fed up with all his affairs, and looking at him made her sick.
"A blonde woman? I know NOTHING about a blonde woman! What are you talking about?" pretended the Merovingian.
"Don't you dare making a fool of me, honey. You know what I mean." She was cold as ice and serious in a way that would cause guilt in every man in the world.
After a long pause, the Merovingian replied: "It meant nothing to me and that's not the point at all, mon Dieu! You women always talk about trivialities, you don't know what's really important in life! YOU've made a fool of ME! You're responsible that I've lost the Keymaker and you're responsible for all the chaos here!" He pointed to all his broken statues laying on the ground as he screamed. "It's all YOUR fault! Look what you did, Persephone!! And now you've got the fucking nerve to blame me for that disaster?! You should give me a better reason for that than blaming me!"
As Persephone heard that she just grinned ironically and said: "Some things seem to be important for somebody whereas these things seem to be irrelevant to somebody else. That triviality you've mentioned caused that situation here, if you're believing me or not."
The Merovingian rolled his eyes: "These women.."
"I have enough of you and your behavior. I pretended to be your wife for years now. I'm not your wife anymore, and I really don't know what the hell I mean to you anyway. Whenever I see you looking at me, talking, flirting with other women and then running after them to fuck them, I get sick! I can't live like that any longer! I wanted revenge for all those years and your damn arrogance! You deserved it, being threatened like a fool, darling!!"
She was so angry that she would have killed him if she had a gun. However, the Merovingian seemed to be more amused than angry. Nevertheless it was an ironical amusement.
"Well, what do you want from me? You've become so boring! You are shopping all the time, you're drinking, looking smug and that's all. You think I can take that any longer? I don't want to be around you when you're like that. I really don't understand what happened to you. You used to have more life in you! And now you really think I should be faithful to your moods? You're no better than me if you're thinking that, my love."
"At least I don't pretend being somebody else, and you know what I mean."
Persephone's words really weren't what the Merovingian was expecting to hear.
He made a serious face and the corners of his mouth tilted to the ground, as his eyes got cold. He couldn't say anything more and turned away as to not be forced to look at his wife any longer. At that moment Persephone turned around and stormed off to the entrance of the Merovingian's castle. She took out a key and opened the door. There was no beautiful surroundings as expected behind the door, but a big kitchen, most likely belonging to the Merovingian's restaurant. Persephone went through the door and shut it behind her as she left the room.
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