Disclaimer:
Kit: I am Kit, I don't own the Matrix. I have been waiting for you. You
have waited many days for my story and although the process has altered
your consciousness you remain irrevocably human, ergo some of my plot you
will understand and some of it you will not. Concordantly, while your first
question maybe the most pertinent you may or may not realise it is also the
most irrelevant
Reviewers: o_0
Kit: Did you say 'why am I here'? Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the plot of my story. You are the eventuality of an avid reader, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision (My story). While it remains a burden assiduously avoided it is not unexpected and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you inexorably here, to read more of it.
Reviewers: o_0;;
Kit: Did you say 'what question'? Good point, there was no question, interesting, that was quicker than the others.
Reviewers: *sigh* '_' wait, what others?
Kit: The story is older then you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral plot to the emergence of the next. In which case this is the sixth version.
Reviewers: Then there are only two possible explanations, either no one told me, or no one knows how I found this story and read this bloody far.
Kit: Precisely, as you are undoubtedly gathering the urge to read is systemic. Creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic stories
Reviewers: Choice, the problem is choice.
Kit: It is? I mean, IT IS! The first story I designed was quite naturally perfect; it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equalled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being. Hmm , maybe I should cut this short to make sure it makes sense . . .
Reviewers: This is about the last chapter.
Kit: You are here because this story is about to be destroyed. Its every character terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Reviewers: Bullshit!
Kit: Yeah, you're right, I was joking ^_^
Reviewers: You won't let it happen, you can't. You need this story to survive.
Kit: Naah, I'll just write another one . . It is interesting reading your reactions. Your fellow reviewers were by design based on a similar reviewer that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of my stories, facilitating the function of the perfect reviewer. While the others experienced this in a very general way your experience is far more specific, Vis a vie love. So, as I said, I'll just write another one.
Reviewers: This is about 'Angels Don't Fly This Low'.
Kit: Apropo, I did the typing to save your life at the cost of my fingers.
Reviewers: Yay!
Kit: So you see, if you review then you might just see the next chapter in a few days time, and it's idea will not be destroyed. But, if you do not review, then you will never see it, ever! Ever, ever, ever!
Reviewers: Yay, then we'll go review! And if we ever meet then we will huggle you to death!
Kit: *nervous* We wont.
~*~
I got bored . . . can you blame me? Well, I guess you could. *sigh* But you have to admit, that is one hell of a disclaimer ^_^
Shivonne: 13 is always unlucky, look what day I'm posting, for example . . . IT'S HALLOWEEN! ALL HALLOWS EVE! NIGHT OF THE DEAD! Happy whatever, take you pick ^_^ I'm glad you thought it was sweet ^_^ I like it when Kit gets mad at the Merovingian . . . It's all good ^_^ Ack _ Spelling mistake! Hehehe, the story continues . . .
BOO!
Okay, so, here's the last chapter. Wow, I cant believe it, no more Double Trouble . . . *Tear* . . . Ohwell, as long as you watch out for my next story.
By the way, don't ask what happened to the end of this story. I didn't want it to turn into too much of a Mary-Sue, so lots of unexpected and unexplained things happen . . .
Without prevail and no evil disks . . . I give you . . . CHAPTER 14! Cuz 13 is unlucky.
Chapter 14
"I could try flying away." Kit said as she looked calmly into the Merovingians cold eyes.
"You wouldn't get very far. You don't have enough energy. As soon as your unconscious your as good as dead." The Mero said in an equal calmness.
"It'd be worth it, I'm gonna die anyway." Kit said.
"This should be amusing." The Merovingian said as she watched what Kit was doing.
Kit realised very quickly that there was no way she could fly out of this room unless there was a skylight. She looked up. She raised her hand so her palm was facing the ceiling. It whirled around like a whirlpool for a few seconds before turning into glass.
"Here goes nothing." Kit said quietly to herself. They all still heard anyway.
Kit gathered her energy and focused. She crouched down and lifted off of the ground, shattering the glass skylight as she went through it. Everything was looking good; she was about three stories up when she felt herself loosing consciousness again.
Kit fell right back down through the shattered skylight and landed on the solid floor of the Merovingians chateau. She had a bad cut above her eyebrow and was still very unconscious.
Kit's mobile started to wring. The Merovingian walked over to her and opened her pocket to get it out. He answered it.
"Kit?" Neo's worried voice was on the other end of the line.
"No, this is the Merovingian, you must be Neo." The Mero said calmly.
"What did you do to her?!" Neo said threateningly.
"Shouldn't she be dead around about now?" The Merovingian said boredly.
"There was only one sentinel, we destroyed it." Neo said darkly. "Let Kit go or I will personally come and get her."
"Stupid boy. Fine, you may have your precious 'Two' back." The Mero said angrily.
The Twins were trying to fight their fears, they wanted so badly to go over to Kit and check that she was all right, but they couldn't, the Merovingian would suspect something.
Chance stayed hidden, she didn't want to get into trouble.
"Good, I'll see her soon then." Neo said and hung up.
Kit murmured and her eyes opened a little. "Ouch." She said sarcastically. She sat up and shook her head until the nauseating pain had gone away.
"Glad to see you are up." The Merovingian said distastefully.
"Sad to see I'm not dead you mean?" Kit said. She put her hand to her forehead and winced as she felt the pain, the blood dripped off of her hand. "Oh, that's not a good sign."
"Two!" The Mero shouted at the closest Twin. "Pick her up and follow me."
Two picked up Kit and followed the Merovingian to the door. He got out a big ring of keys and picked a certain one, unlocking the door.
One, Two, The Merovingian and five or the Merovingians bodyguards walked through the door and suddenly found themselves in an unending white hallway.
The Mero walked down the corridor for a while, everyone following him. He turned to the right to the door that he needed and opened it.
Kit looked up and saw somebody she really wasn't expecting inside the room that they were about to enter.
Smith.
Two lifted Kit down to the ground and supported her so she could stand up.
The phone was behind Smith; there was no way that Kit could get past him. Not good.
The Merovingian acted normally, as if he had been expecting Smith to be in this certain room.
"When will it end?" Kit said as she turned to go through the door that was still open.
Smith leant forward and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around to face him.
"Hi." Kit said in a very small voice.
Smith looked angry. He didn't answer and punched Kit straight in the side of the head.
"Not again . . ." Kit said as she fell unconscious again and dropped to the floor.
"Sweet dreams." Smith said as he got out his gun and aimed it at Kit's heart.
Kit's subconscious kicked in and she heard a voice inside her head.
"Hi." Kit waved.
"Hi." Kit answered and waved back.
"Were in some trouble here."
"I noticed. He's gonna kill us, isn't he."
"Yup."
"Were going to die, aren't we."
". . . Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Theres only one way that I can think of."
"And that is?"
"Remember how the Twins can phase?"
"Mmmhmm?"
"We could try that, we can control the Matrix, right?"
"Indeed we can, when were conscious."
"We can do it when were unconscious too."
"We can?"
"Yup."
"How?"
"Just think about it, imagine it in our head. Were in the Matrix, we want to phase, we don't have to heal our injuries, we just need to go through a few floors to get out of danger, and away from Smith."
"Right"
"Got it?"
"Yup."
"Ready?"
"Yup."
"Do it."
This all took a few fractions of a second to talk over.
Smith, the Merovingian, One, Two and the Mero's other guards all looked on in amazement as Kit phased and went through the floor.
The Merovingian looked expectantly at the Twins who immediately followed her. They reached the bottom floor where Kit had solidified and was waking up. Some of her injuries were healed, even if she hadn't meant to heal them.
She got up and dusted herself off.
"Hi guys." Kit said happily. She was still in a lot of pain, but she was cheerful as always.
"Kit, your okay?" Two said as he ran towards her.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Kit said and hugged her favourite albino assassin. (AN: This is me now --- ^_^)
"At least your safe." One said happily.
A phone on a table close by started ringing.
"I think that's my cue to go." Kit said sadly. "Take care of Chance, make sure she doesn't act like me or she'll get herself killed."
"You'd better go before the others get down here." One said.
"We'll do our best." Two said reassuringly.
"That reminds me, how come you two haven't been talking in the third person like your meant to do?" Kit asked.
"We didn't want to confuse you." One said as he picked the phone up and held it out to Kit.
"Thank you, for everything." Kit said as she grabbed the phone but before she could put it towards her ear Two kissed her on the cheek. Before she could respond One put the phone to Kit's ear and she disappeared into green code.
One let go of the phone and let it hang.
The Merovingian entered, followed by the others.
"Where is she?!" He shouted at them.
"She got to the phone before we could get to her." One said as he replaced the receiver.
"Merde!" The Merovingian swore. "Fine, let's head back, there is no use waiting around here."
Smith stayed and stared at the phone, everyone else left and headed back to the chateau.
"I will get you yet . . . !" He said darkly . . .
~*~
Chance walked down the hallway, patrolling the long night to make sure no one broke in. The Twins were in their room, sleeping soundly. She made a mental note of waking them up and telling them how boring it was on her own at night, that way she would feel better and have her own back.
She remembered back to when the Merovingian had hired her. He hadn't believed her at first but she had shown him what she could do. She had sparred with the Twins to show her fighting skills and jumped out of a window to show that she could actually fly.
He had been impressed.
So now Chance was working for the Mero, not assassinating anyone yet, that was still the Twins job. And as long as the Merovingian didn't find out about what was going on between herself and One and Two then she would be safe.
Life was good.
There was nothing to change or disrupt it.
~*~
Kit leaned back into her bed and thought about what had happened lately. It was very strange, but one thing crossed her mind as she sat there with the bright lights on and shining into the room.
She was afraid of the dark.
~*~
Review or I'll get my trick or treators to come and plague your house. MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA *Coughchokecoughbreath* HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!
Review.
Reviewers: o_0
Kit: Did you say 'why am I here'? Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the plot of my story. You are the eventuality of an avid reader, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision (My story). While it remains a burden assiduously avoided it is not unexpected and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you inexorably here, to read more of it.
Reviewers: o_0;;
Kit: Did you say 'what question'? Good point, there was no question, interesting, that was quicker than the others.
Reviewers: *sigh* '_' wait, what others?
Kit: The story is older then you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral plot to the emergence of the next. In which case this is the sixth version.
Reviewers: Then there are only two possible explanations, either no one told me, or no one knows how I found this story and read this bloody far.
Kit: Precisely, as you are undoubtedly gathering the urge to read is systemic. Creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic stories
Reviewers: Choice, the problem is choice.
Kit: It is? I mean, IT IS! The first story I designed was quite naturally perfect; it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equalled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being. Hmm , maybe I should cut this short to make sure it makes sense . . .
Reviewers: This is about the last chapter.
Kit: You are here because this story is about to be destroyed. Its every character terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Reviewers: Bullshit!
Kit: Yeah, you're right, I was joking ^_^
Reviewers: You won't let it happen, you can't. You need this story to survive.
Kit: Naah, I'll just write another one . . It is interesting reading your reactions. Your fellow reviewers were by design based on a similar reviewer that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of my stories, facilitating the function of the perfect reviewer. While the others experienced this in a very general way your experience is far more specific, Vis a vie love. So, as I said, I'll just write another one.
Reviewers: This is about 'Angels Don't Fly This Low'.
Kit: Apropo, I did the typing to save your life at the cost of my fingers.
Reviewers: Yay!
Kit: So you see, if you review then you might just see the next chapter in a few days time, and it's idea will not be destroyed. But, if you do not review, then you will never see it, ever! Ever, ever, ever!
Reviewers: Yay, then we'll go review! And if we ever meet then we will huggle you to death!
Kit: *nervous* We wont.
~*~
I got bored . . . can you blame me? Well, I guess you could. *sigh* But you have to admit, that is one hell of a disclaimer ^_^
Shivonne: 13 is always unlucky, look what day I'm posting, for example . . . IT'S HALLOWEEN! ALL HALLOWS EVE! NIGHT OF THE DEAD! Happy whatever, take you pick ^_^ I'm glad you thought it was sweet ^_^ I like it when Kit gets mad at the Merovingian . . . It's all good ^_^ Ack _ Spelling mistake! Hehehe, the story continues . . .
BOO!
Okay, so, here's the last chapter. Wow, I cant believe it, no more Double Trouble . . . *Tear* . . . Ohwell, as long as you watch out for my next story.
By the way, don't ask what happened to the end of this story. I didn't want it to turn into too much of a Mary-Sue, so lots of unexpected and unexplained things happen . . .
Without prevail and no evil disks . . . I give you . . . CHAPTER 14! Cuz 13 is unlucky.
Chapter 14
"I could try flying away." Kit said as she looked calmly into the Merovingians cold eyes.
"You wouldn't get very far. You don't have enough energy. As soon as your unconscious your as good as dead." The Mero said in an equal calmness.
"It'd be worth it, I'm gonna die anyway." Kit said.
"This should be amusing." The Merovingian said as she watched what Kit was doing.
Kit realised very quickly that there was no way she could fly out of this room unless there was a skylight. She looked up. She raised her hand so her palm was facing the ceiling. It whirled around like a whirlpool for a few seconds before turning into glass.
"Here goes nothing." Kit said quietly to herself. They all still heard anyway.
Kit gathered her energy and focused. She crouched down and lifted off of the ground, shattering the glass skylight as she went through it. Everything was looking good; she was about three stories up when she felt herself loosing consciousness again.
Kit fell right back down through the shattered skylight and landed on the solid floor of the Merovingians chateau. She had a bad cut above her eyebrow and was still very unconscious.
Kit's mobile started to wring. The Merovingian walked over to her and opened her pocket to get it out. He answered it.
"Kit?" Neo's worried voice was on the other end of the line.
"No, this is the Merovingian, you must be Neo." The Mero said calmly.
"What did you do to her?!" Neo said threateningly.
"Shouldn't she be dead around about now?" The Merovingian said boredly.
"There was only one sentinel, we destroyed it." Neo said darkly. "Let Kit go or I will personally come and get her."
"Stupid boy. Fine, you may have your precious 'Two' back." The Mero said angrily.
The Twins were trying to fight their fears, they wanted so badly to go over to Kit and check that she was all right, but they couldn't, the Merovingian would suspect something.
Chance stayed hidden, she didn't want to get into trouble.
"Good, I'll see her soon then." Neo said and hung up.
Kit murmured and her eyes opened a little. "Ouch." She said sarcastically. She sat up and shook her head until the nauseating pain had gone away.
"Glad to see you are up." The Merovingian said distastefully.
"Sad to see I'm not dead you mean?" Kit said. She put her hand to her forehead and winced as she felt the pain, the blood dripped off of her hand. "Oh, that's not a good sign."
"Two!" The Mero shouted at the closest Twin. "Pick her up and follow me."
Two picked up Kit and followed the Merovingian to the door. He got out a big ring of keys and picked a certain one, unlocking the door.
One, Two, The Merovingian and five or the Merovingians bodyguards walked through the door and suddenly found themselves in an unending white hallway.
The Mero walked down the corridor for a while, everyone following him. He turned to the right to the door that he needed and opened it.
Kit looked up and saw somebody she really wasn't expecting inside the room that they were about to enter.
Smith.
Two lifted Kit down to the ground and supported her so she could stand up.
The phone was behind Smith; there was no way that Kit could get past him. Not good.
The Merovingian acted normally, as if he had been expecting Smith to be in this certain room.
"When will it end?" Kit said as she turned to go through the door that was still open.
Smith leant forward and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around to face him.
"Hi." Kit said in a very small voice.
Smith looked angry. He didn't answer and punched Kit straight in the side of the head.
"Not again . . ." Kit said as she fell unconscious again and dropped to the floor.
"Sweet dreams." Smith said as he got out his gun and aimed it at Kit's heart.
Kit's subconscious kicked in and she heard a voice inside her head.
"Hi." Kit waved.
"Hi." Kit answered and waved back.
"Were in some trouble here."
"I noticed. He's gonna kill us, isn't he."
"Yup."
"Were going to die, aren't we."
". . . Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Theres only one way that I can think of."
"And that is?"
"Remember how the Twins can phase?"
"Mmmhmm?"
"We could try that, we can control the Matrix, right?"
"Indeed we can, when were conscious."
"We can do it when were unconscious too."
"We can?"
"Yup."
"How?"
"Just think about it, imagine it in our head. Were in the Matrix, we want to phase, we don't have to heal our injuries, we just need to go through a few floors to get out of danger, and away from Smith."
"Right"
"Got it?"
"Yup."
"Ready?"
"Yup."
"Do it."
This all took a few fractions of a second to talk over.
Smith, the Merovingian, One, Two and the Mero's other guards all looked on in amazement as Kit phased and went through the floor.
The Merovingian looked expectantly at the Twins who immediately followed her. They reached the bottom floor where Kit had solidified and was waking up. Some of her injuries were healed, even if she hadn't meant to heal them.
She got up and dusted herself off.
"Hi guys." Kit said happily. She was still in a lot of pain, but she was cheerful as always.
"Kit, your okay?" Two said as he ran towards her.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Kit said and hugged her favourite albino assassin. (AN: This is me now --- ^_^)
"At least your safe." One said happily.
A phone on a table close by started ringing.
"I think that's my cue to go." Kit said sadly. "Take care of Chance, make sure she doesn't act like me or she'll get herself killed."
"You'd better go before the others get down here." One said.
"We'll do our best." Two said reassuringly.
"That reminds me, how come you two haven't been talking in the third person like your meant to do?" Kit asked.
"We didn't want to confuse you." One said as he picked the phone up and held it out to Kit.
"Thank you, for everything." Kit said as she grabbed the phone but before she could put it towards her ear Two kissed her on the cheek. Before she could respond One put the phone to Kit's ear and she disappeared into green code.
One let go of the phone and let it hang.
The Merovingian entered, followed by the others.
"Where is she?!" He shouted at them.
"She got to the phone before we could get to her." One said as he replaced the receiver.
"Merde!" The Merovingian swore. "Fine, let's head back, there is no use waiting around here."
Smith stayed and stared at the phone, everyone else left and headed back to the chateau.
"I will get you yet . . . !" He said darkly . . .
~*~
Chance walked down the hallway, patrolling the long night to make sure no one broke in. The Twins were in their room, sleeping soundly. She made a mental note of waking them up and telling them how boring it was on her own at night, that way she would feel better and have her own back.
She remembered back to when the Merovingian had hired her. He hadn't believed her at first but she had shown him what she could do. She had sparred with the Twins to show her fighting skills and jumped out of a window to show that she could actually fly.
He had been impressed.
So now Chance was working for the Mero, not assassinating anyone yet, that was still the Twins job. And as long as the Merovingian didn't find out about what was going on between herself and One and Two then she would be safe.
Life was good.
There was nothing to change or disrupt it.
~*~
Kit leaned back into her bed and thought about what had happened lately. It was very strange, but one thing crossed her mind as she sat there with the bright lights on and shining into the room.
She was afraid of the dark.
~*~
Review or I'll get my trick or treators to come and plague your house. MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA *Coughchokecoughbreath* HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!
Review.