Chap 2: Agents
Morpheus slowly walked towards 12th street, deep in thought. He finally reached the place, and descended the stairs leading to the subway station. A payphone was ringing. He was about to answer it, when THUD! A kick landed on Morpheus' head, sending him flying into a wall. He coughed up blood and looked up at his attacker. Agent Smith. The payphone was still ringing. But Morpheus wouldn't pick it up. No. He would fight. He assumed his trademark stance, and beckoned.
The crews of both ships were crowded round the screen, watching the battle unfold, which was slowly, but surely, swinging in Smith's favour. "He can't hold out, can he?" Ghost asked. "No," Niobe replied, "He can't." Neo glanced at Morpheus' vitals. They weren't good. "I'm going in," he said suddenly. "Neo, the nearest entrance is at least 7 blocks away, you can't make it in time!" Link said. "Oh, but I think he can," said Trinity. Neo smiled, and Link sighed in defeat.
Morpheus was in pain. A LOT of pain. But he won't, no, can't give up. He had his pride. Nose and mouth streaming blood, he wearily stood up, only to be greeted with a vicious uppercut. He flew into the air a few feet, and fell on the ground, face down. One last time, Morpheus stood up, ready for death. Smith raised a gun to his enemy's forehead. His finger tightened on the trigger, seconds away from firing the killing bullet.
Suddenly, many things happened at once. A hurricane passed through the subway, Smith's shot went wide and he crashed into a wall, leaving a distinct mark on it, Morpheus fell on the floor, unconscious, and Neo (who was obviously the hurricane) appeared in the subway. Neo ran to his mentor. After checking his pulse, Neo made him answer the still ringing payphone. Morpheus, too groggy to let his over-developed sense of pride take over, answered willingly. Then, a voice rang out. "Mr. Anderson, what a pleasant surprise." Smith said, with a twisted, evil grin. "It's Neo," Neo replied, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. Being an Agent, Smith blocked, countered or dodged them all. "My turn," Smith said, attacking Neo. This time round, Smith seemed more powerful, faster and had almost limitless stamina. When Smith finally let up, Neo was panting, and that's not very common. "Upgrades," Smith simply said, Kicking Neo's jaw (it landed perfectly). Neo flew across the room, breaking the wall behind him with the impact. "Shit," Neo whispers, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
(A.N sorry for d first chapter being so short. It was my first post, and I wanted to get the hang of things. Hope u like this!)
Morpheus slowly walked towards 12th street, deep in thought. He finally reached the place, and descended the stairs leading to the subway station. A payphone was ringing. He was about to answer it, when THUD! A kick landed on Morpheus' head, sending him flying into a wall. He coughed up blood and looked up at his attacker. Agent Smith. The payphone was still ringing. But Morpheus wouldn't pick it up. No. He would fight. He assumed his trademark stance, and beckoned.
The crews of both ships were crowded round the screen, watching the battle unfold, which was slowly, but surely, swinging in Smith's favour. "He can't hold out, can he?" Ghost asked. "No," Niobe replied, "He can't." Neo glanced at Morpheus' vitals. They weren't good. "I'm going in," he said suddenly. "Neo, the nearest entrance is at least 7 blocks away, you can't make it in time!" Link said. "Oh, but I think he can," said Trinity. Neo smiled, and Link sighed in defeat.
Morpheus was in pain. A LOT of pain. But he won't, no, can't give up. He had his pride. Nose and mouth streaming blood, he wearily stood up, only to be greeted with a vicious uppercut. He flew into the air a few feet, and fell on the ground, face down. One last time, Morpheus stood up, ready for death. Smith raised a gun to his enemy's forehead. His finger tightened on the trigger, seconds away from firing the killing bullet.
Suddenly, many things happened at once. A hurricane passed through the subway, Smith's shot went wide and he crashed into a wall, leaving a distinct mark on it, Morpheus fell on the floor, unconscious, and Neo (who was obviously the hurricane) appeared in the subway. Neo ran to his mentor. After checking his pulse, Neo made him answer the still ringing payphone. Morpheus, too groggy to let his over-developed sense of pride take over, answered willingly. Then, a voice rang out. "Mr. Anderson, what a pleasant surprise." Smith said, with a twisted, evil grin. "It's Neo," Neo replied, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. Being an Agent, Smith blocked, countered or dodged them all. "My turn," Smith said, attacking Neo. This time round, Smith seemed more powerful, faster and had almost limitless stamina. When Smith finally let up, Neo was panting, and that's not very common. "Upgrades," Smith simply said, Kicking Neo's jaw (it landed perfectly). Neo flew across the room, breaking the wall behind him with the impact. "Shit," Neo whispers, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
(A.N sorry for d first chapter being so short. It was my first post, and I wanted to get the hang of things. Hope u like this!)