Hmm, I wonder how many reviews I have? *checks e-mails* ............. HOLY
MUFFINS!!!!! *faints*
Five minutes later... Whoa! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Just a few callouts...
Becca - I SWEAR ON MUFFINS that this isn't self-insertion. Really, it isn't.
Qwertyuiop - I'm sorry you don't like it. But people are reading this of there own free will, I'm not making them do it! You don't like it, don't read it.
Nurvilyawen - Thanks for the support!
Stormy Owl - Um, OK... I didn't mean the white rabbit thing to be that funny.... Nice to see you found it funny, though!
Kat - again, thanks for support!
Schu no Ko - I know, its not that angsty in the first chapter, but it is a bit more in this one.
To everyone else who reviewed - thank you so much! You made my day! And as you requested, here is the next chapter!
Chapter 2
Asha sat there, gazing out of her window. Her mind refused to accept the simple facts.
"OK," said Asha, "Don't panic. Keep calm. But why should I keep calm? I have several reasons to panic. One - my computer is talking to me, just like in the Matrix. Two - It told me to follow the white rabbit, and now there is one in my garden. Three - I'M TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN!"
She took several deep breaths to calm herself. Almost not realising what she was doing, she grabbed her jacket and walked out of the back door. She approached the rabbit, which showed no signs of running away. Now she was right next to the rabbit. The rabbit just looked up at her. "Now what?" she thought.
"Hey, have you seen my rabbit?" Asha turned round and saw a little girl looking over her fence. "He's white, and about this big, and-"
"He's right here," said Asha. The girl looked past Asha and saw the rabbit. She squealed loudly, leapt over the fence and swept the rabbit into her arms. Asha smiled. It was corny, yes, but still incredibly sweet. The girl looked up at Asha. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," said Asha, "I didn't do anything, I just came down and found him out here." Asha looked at the girl, suddenly realising something. She can only be about nine; how did she jump over that fence? It comes up to about her chin...
"I'm Alison," said the little girl, still hugging the rabbit as if she would never let go.
"I'm Asha." At the name, Alison looked up abrubtly, a strange look in her eyes. It quickly vanished, so fast that Asha was even sure that it had been there. "That's a nice name," said Alison. "Do you want to come back to my house quickly? Its not far."
Follow the white rabbit.
Asha shook herself. She was almost starting to believe that message was real. "I can't now," lied Asha, "I've got lots of homework to do."
"OK," said Alison, nodding, but never taking her eyes off Asha, "Maybe later."
Asha was starting to get a bit freaked out by this little girl. She turned and started to head back indoors. As she reached the back door, she turned and saw the little girl head out the gate. For a second Asha thought she saw the gate open all by itself, and then close itself once the girl had gone through it. But that was imposible. It must have been the wind. But still, Asha couldn't take her eyes off Alison until she had gone round the corner.
You've been watching the Matrix too many times scolded Asha's brain. She shook herself and went up to her room.
* * * * *
A loud hammering at the door woke Asha late that night. Luckily, Asha's room was on the third floor at the front of the hose, so she had a clear view of whoever was at the door. She went over to her window, and peered out into the gloom. What she saw outside was so out of the ordinary, she said a word she'd never use in front of Alison.
Outside her front door were three men in suits and sunglasses. One of them was hammering on the door. Another was looking up and down the street. His eyes then moved onto the house, gradually searching up to her window.
Get down!
Asha didn't know where that order had come from, but she obeyed it instinctively. His eyes fell on her window, then carried on searching the area. Asha knew who he was, but her brain was refusing to accept it. It was just impossible. But nonetheless, here the situation was, right in front of her eyes.
"Okay," she said to herself, "Agent Smith is outside my front door. Right. Too much vanilla coke?"
This was impossible. On the floor below her, she heard her father climb out of bed and go down the stairs to answer the door. She crept out onto the landing to see what was going on, but her heart told her what was happening.
They've come for you.
"But that's impossible!" whispered Asha, clutching her teddy. She knew fifteen was a little old to have a teddy, but quite frankly, she didn't give a damn. "How could they have come for me? They're fictional!"
She heard the front door opening. "What is it?" she heard her dad say, "Its 3am!"
"We're looking for someone," said a voice. Asha couldn't believe it. That voice was Agent Smith's. How could this be happening?
"Well, I'm sure that whoever it is, they're not here," said her father. She heard her mother join them.
"What's going on here?" she asked.
"I have reliable information that they are."
"Is this some kind of joke? We don't have anyone here people like you would be looking for!"
"Oh, but sir, we know that she is here. We're looking for your daughter."
There was a silence downstairs. Asha's heart stopped. She heard her father trying, like she was, to make sense of the situation. "But... but... What do you want with Asha?"
"We need her to come with us. Now. And if you don't let us have her, well; we'll take her anyway."
"Get back!" cried her father, "Anne, get inside, phone the police!"
"Where is she?" said Agent Smith. She saw him step into the hallway. She felt that she couldn't breathe. "This can't be happening," she muttered, squeezing her teddy, "This can't be happening."
"Get back!" repeated her father. She saw Agent Smith pull out a gun.
"I'm sorry, Mr Warner, but you have left me no choice." He fired.
"NO!" screamed Asha. Agent Smith immediately looked up to where the scream had come from. Asha slammed her door shut, locked it, and sat with her back against it, tears pouring silently down her face, feeling that she couldn't breathe. She heard her mother scream, and another shot being fired. She heard footsteps running up the stairs. "This can't be happening," she repeated, "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
"Oh, but I can assure you, it is," she heard Agent Smith's say on the other side of the door, "Now why don't you be a good little girl and open the door?"
Five minutes later... Whoa! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Just a few callouts...
Becca - I SWEAR ON MUFFINS that this isn't self-insertion. Really, it isn't.
Qwertyuiop - I'm sorry you don't like it. But people are reading this of there own free will, I'm not making them do it! You don't like it, don't read it.
Nurvilyawen - Thanks for the support!
Stormy Owl - Um, OK... I didn't mean the white rabbit thing to be that funny.... Nice to see you found it funny, though!
Kat - again, thanks for support!
Schu no Ko - I know, its not that angsty in the first chapter, but it is a bit more in this one.
To everyone else who reviewed - thank you so much! You made my day! And as you requested, here is the next chapter!
Chapter 2
Asha sat there, gazing out of her window. Her mind refused to accept the simple facts.
"OK," said Asha, "Don't panic. Keep calm. But why should I keep calm? I have several reasons to panic. One - my computer is talking to me, just like in the Matrix. Two - It told me to follow the white rabbit, and now there is one in my garden. Three - I'M TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN!"
She took several deep breaths to calm herself. Almost not realising what she was doing, she grabbed her jacket and walked out of the back door. She approached the rabbit, which showed no signs of running away. Now she was right next to the rabbit. The rabbit just looked up at her. "Now what?" she thought.
"Hey, have you seen my rabbit?" Asha turned round and saw a little girl looking over her fence. "He's white, and about this big, and-"
"He's right here," said Asha. The girl looked past Asha and saw the rabbit. She squealed loudly, leapt over the fence and swept the rabbit into her arms. Asha smiled. It was corny, yes, but still incredibly sweet. The girl looked up at Asha. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," said Asha, "I didn't do anything, I just came down and found him out here." Asha looked at the girl, suddenly realising something. She can only be about nine; how did she jump over that fence? It comes up to about her chin...
"I'm Alison," said the little girl, still hugging the rabbit as if she would never let go.
"I'm Asha." At the name, Alison looked up abrubtly, a strange look in her eyes. It quickly vanished, so fast that Asha was even sure that it had been there. "That's a nice name," said Alison. "Do you want to come back to my house quickly? Its not far."
Follow the white rabbit.
Asha shook herself. She was almost starting to believe that message was real. "I can't now," lied Asha, "I've got lots of homework to do."
"OK," said Alison, nodding, but never taking her eyes off Asha, "Maybe later."
Asha was starting to get a bit freaked out by this little girl. She turned and started to head back indoors. As she reached the back door, she turned and saw the little girl head out the gate. For a second Asha thought she saw the gate open all by itself, and then close itself once the girl had gone through it. But that was imposible. It must have been the wind. But still, Asha couldn't take her eyes off Alison until she had gone round the corner.
You've been watching the Matrix too many times scolded Asha's brain. She shook herself and went up to her room.
* * * * *
A loud hammering at the door woke Asha late that night. Luckily, Asha's room was on the third floor at the front of the hose, so she had a clear view of whoever was at the door. She went over to her window, and peered out into the gloom. What she saw outside was so out of the ordinary, she said a word she'd never use in front of Alison.
Outside her front door were three men in suits and sunglasses. One of them was hammering on the door. Another was looking up and down the street. His eyes then moved onto the house, gradually searching up to her window.
Get down!
Asha didn't know where that order had come from, but she obeyed it instinctively. His eyes fell on her window, then carried on searching the area. Asha knew who he was, but her brain was refusing to accept it. It was just impossible. But nonetheless, here the situation was, right in front of her eyes.
"Okay," she said to herself, "Agent Smith is outside my front door. Right. Too much vanilla coke?"
This was impossible. On the floor below her, she heard her father climb out of bed and go down the stairs to answer the door. She crept out onto the landing to see what was going on, but her heart told her what was happening.
They've come for you.
"But that's impossible!" whispered Asha, clutching her teddy. She knew fifteen was a little old to have a teddy, but quite frankly, she didn't give a damn. "How could they have come for me? They're fictional!"
She heard the front door opening. "What is it?" she heard her dad say, "Its 3am!"
"We're looking for someone," said a voice. Asha couldn't believe it. That voice was Agent Smith's. How could this be happening?
"Well, I'm sure that whoever it is, they're not here," said her father. She heard her mother join them.
"What's going on here?" she asked.
"I have reliable information that they are."
"Is this some kind of joke? We don't have anyone here people like you would be looking for!"
"Oh, but sir, we know that she is here. We're looking for your daughter."
There was a silence downstairs. Asha's heart stopped. She heard her father trying, like she was, to make sense of the situation. "But... but... What do you want with Asha?"
"We need her to come with us. Now. And if you don't let us have her, well; we'll take her anyway."
"Get back!" cried her father, "Anne, get inside, phone the police!"
"Where is she?" said Agent Smith. She saw him step into the hallway. She felt that she couldn't breathe. "This can't be happening," she muttered, squeezing her teddy, "This can't be happening."
"Get back!" repeated her father. She saw Agent Smith pull out a gun.
"I'm sorry, Mr Warner, but you have left me no choice." He fired.
"NO!" screamed Asha. Agent Smith immediately looked up to where the scream had come from. Asha slammed her door shut, locked it, and sat with her back against it, tears pouring silently down her face, feeling that she couldn't breathe. She heard her mother scream, and another shot being fired. She heard footsteps running up the stairs. "This can't be happening," she repeated, "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
"Oh, but I can assure you, it is," she heard Agent Smith's say on the other side of the door, "Now why don't you be a good little girl and open the door?"