YOURS AND YOURS ALONE
Disclaimer: I am not the owner nor creator of the Matrix movies, games, blah blah blah . . . . I do however own Salem Keller, my original character. Please should you feel the urge to use her . . . float me bit of credit. . .
Chapter Two:
Salem, covered in engine oil and grese, headed to the Core, where Morpheus was waiting for her. Link had brought the Nebacanesser to Broadcast Range, allowing them to hack into the Matrix in reletive safety. Morpheus looked at her, a broad grin crossing his face.
"You look a bit out of sorts . . . . . all that grease."
"Thank you . . . . . even when not solicited, you humans are so quick to voice your opinions." She growled.
"Thats what makes us human Salem."
"If you say so. "
"We are at Broadcast range . . . so whenever you're ready."
". . .I am ready now . . . .Let's get this over with."
She moved to one of the chairs and sat back, feeling the hard head rest. Morpheus programmed the computer for her entrance and moved to her side. He opened a small pannel on her arm and pulled out two cables, plugging them into the computer. He then seized the large plug, eyeing her with concern for a moment. He then slid the plug into the port in the back of her head.
Salem was still not used to this feeling. It hurt her head, and her eyes, the sudden bright light an unwelcome change from the dark real world that she inhabited. In front of her, on a long, oak table, a phone rang. She approached it, lifting the reciever quickly.
"Salem, how are you? You in alirght?" it was Link, unease implicit in his tone.
"Yes . . . I am fine."
"Alright then . . . I won't bother you with directions . . . I know that you know how to get where you're going. So, you know the drill, be carefull and call me when you want out."
She didn't anwer him, merely hanging up the phone with a hard thud. Heading out the door, she looked around her, breathing in the "free" air that surrounded her. There was many times that she, even with her andriod brain, had to remind herself that this whole place, this world, it was an illusion. She found the small, silver key to the garage that held her street bike and started its engine with a roaring thrust. As she sped toward the Oracle's location, her mind wandered. She didn't want to deal with an Agent, or with anyone for that matter. She was glad that Neo had opted to stay behind, not wishing to attract attention to herself, and being with a man known as "The One" would certainly do it.
She reached her destination without any obstruction or interference. She hid her bike in the allyway beside the building that housed the Oracle. She walked into the elevator, knowing what floor, what room . . . in fact she knew everything about the Oracle, except what she would say. The woman had an ability to shock and surprise Salem that was unmatched. Salem found the door and poised her hand to knock, but was stopped by the young woman who served as the Oracle's attendent. She smiled kindly at Salem, ushering her in and inviting her to sit for a moment.
Salem looked around the make shift waiting room. So many people saught the Oracle's advice, traveling long distances to see her for even just a moment, and for sometimes only moments of her time. She thought about the only times she had ever seen the Oracle, having been told alot of things that had never made sense to her, but still came true in the end. She thought about how right that damned woman was all of the time.
"Excuse me."
This caused Salem to jump, jerking her harshly from her deep train of thought.
"Yes?" she demanded, looking up to see the attendent.
"The Oracle will see you now."
"Thank you," Salem's voice returning to its normal formality, her momentary surprise forgotten.
Salem wandered into the kitchen of the small apartment, pushing aside a elegant bead door, hearing the wooden beads click together. There she saw the Oracle, seated at the pale green kitchen table, reading a news paper. Her black hair, was cut short and curled tightly. It framed her aged, kindly dark skinned face, usually neat and well kept. She looked up at Salem, a beaming smile on her face. She rose and moved swiftly over to her, putting her arms around her in a friendly embrace. Salem stiffened.
"I see that you're still having a problem with your social skills." she teased kindly, her deep, rich voice resounding in Salem's ears, "But I can see why he likes you . . . or rather why he's going to like you."
"Who?"
She smiled wider, "Well . . . why did you come to see me?"
Salem was taken aback . . . What the Hell is she talking about . . . I came to see her about my dreams . . . of an agent . . . She cannot be saying that an agent is liking me . . . that's impossible.
"I have . . . I have come to speak with you about a problem that I am having sle-"
"Sleeping?" the Oracle finished.
"Yes."
"And you think that I can help you . . . Well I can. Tell me what you see. . . and please be more honest with me then you are with Trinity."
Salem paused. "I am in the Matrix. I have just fought with an agent. I begen to run, and when I look behind me, I see an agent chasing me. He has no face, none that I could see anyway. I suddenly am trapped in a dead end ally. I have no choice but to stop. I look at him, and those damned sunglasses stare back at me. He comes closer to me, knowing that I am trapped and cornered and have no where to go. He pulls me into his arms, holding me with a strength I never thought that an Agent could have. Just as he is about to . . . kiss me . . . I awaken. I wish to know what it means."
The Oracle lit a cigarette, breathing in deep. "Ummm hmmm . . . . well this is your lucky day . . . I'm going to help you."
End Chapter Two . . .^_^ wow its kinda like the ending to Matrix Reloaded . . . eh? *grins* well . . . tune in next time for the next chapter . . and hey. . . Agent Smith will make his grand entrance . . . so y'all come back now ya hear. . .
Disclaimer: I am not the owner nor creator of the Matrix movies, games, blah blah blah . . . . I do however own Salem Keller, my original character. Please should you feel the urge to use her . . . float me bit of credit. . .
Chapter Two:
Salem, covered in engine oil and grese, headed to the Core, where Morpheus was waiting for her. Link had brought the Nebacanesser to Broadcast Range, allowing them to hack into the Matrix in reletive safety. Morpheus looked at her, a broad grin crossing his face.
"You look a bit out of sorts . . . . . all that grease."
"Thank you . . . . . even when not solicited, you humans are so quick to voice your opinions." She growled.
"Thats what makes us human Salem."
"If you say so. "
"We are at Broadcast range . . . so whenever you're ready."
". . .I am ready now . . . .Let's get this over with."
She moved to one of the chairs and sat back, feeling the hard head rest. Morpheus programmed the computer for her entrance and moved to her side. He opened a small pannel on her arm and pulled out two cables, plugging them into the computer. He then seized the large plug, eyeing her with concern for a moment. He then slid the plug into the port in the back of her head.
Salem was still not used to this feeling. It hurt her head, and her eyes, the sudden bright light an unwelcome change from the dark real world that she inhabited. In front of her, on a long, oak table, a phone rang. She approached it, lifting the reciever quickly.
"Salem, how are you? You in alirght?" it was Link, unease implicit in his tone.
"Yes . . . I am fine."
"Alright then . . . I won't bother you with directions . . . I know that you know how to get where you're going. So, you know the drill, be carefull and call me when you want out."
She didn't anwer him, merely hanging up the phone with a hard thud. Heading out the door, she looked around her, breathing in the "free" air that surrounded her. There was many times that she, even with her andriod brain, had to remind herself that this whole place, this world, it was an illusion. She found the small, silver key to the garage that held her street bike and started its engine with a roaring thrust. As she sped toward the Oracle's location, her mind wandered. She didn't want to deal with an Agent, or with anyone for that matter. She was glad that Neo had opted to stay behind, not wishing to attract attention to herself, and being with a man known as "The One" would certainly do it.
She reached her destination without any obstruction or interference. She hid her bike in the allyway beside the building that housed the Oracle. She walked into the elevator, knowing what floor, what room . . . in fact she knew everything about the Oracle, except what she would say. The woman had an ability to shock and surprise Salem that was unmatched. Salem found the door and poised her hand to knock, but was stopped by the young woman who served as the Oracle's attendent. She smiled kindly at Salem, ushering her in and inviting her to sit for a moment.
Salem looked around the make shift waiting room. So many people saught the Oracle's advice, traveling long distances to see her for even just a moment, and for sometimes only moments of her time. She thought about the only times she had ever seen the Oracle, having been told alot of things that had never made sense to her, but still came true in the end. She thought about how right that damned woman was all of the time.
"Excuse me."
This caused Salem to jump, jerking her harshly from her deep train of thought.
"Yes?" she demanded, looking up to see the attendent.
"The Oracle will see you now."
"Thank you," Salem's voice returning to its normal formality, her momentary surprise forgotten.
Salem wandered into the kitchen of the small apartment, pushing aside a elegant bead door, hearing the wooden beads click together. There she saw the Oracle, seated at the pale green kitchen table, reading a news paper. Her black hair, was cut short and curled tightly. It framed her aged, kindly dark skinned face, usually neat and well kept. She looked up at Salem, a beaming smile on her face. She rose and moved swiftly over to her, putting her arms around her in a friendly embrace. Salem stiffened.
"I see that you're still having a problem with your social skills." she teased kindly, her deep, rich voice resounding in Salem's ears, "But I can see why he likes you . . . or rather why he's going to like you."
"Who?"
She smiled wider, "Well . . . why did you come to see me?"
Salem was taken aback . . . What the Hell is she talking about . . . I came to see her about my dreams . . . of an agent . . . She cannot be saying that an agent is liking me . . . that's impossible.
"I have . . . I have come to speak with you about a problem that I am having sle-"
"Sleeping?" the Oracle finished.
"Yes."
"And you think that I can help you . . . Well I can. Tell me what you see. . . and please be more honest with me then you are with Trinity."
Salem paused. "I am in the Matrix. I have just fought with an agent. I begen to run, and when I look behind me, I see an agent chasing me. He has no face, none that I could see anyway. I suddenly am trapped in a dead end ally. I have no choice but to stop. I look at him, and those damned sunglasses stare back at me. He comes closer to me, knowing that I am trapped and cornered and have no where to go. He pulls me into his arms, holding me with a strength I never thought that an Agent could have. Just as he is about to . . . kiss me . . . I awaken. I wish to know what it means."
The Oracle lit a cigarette, breathing in deep. "Ummm hmmm . . . . well this is your lucky day . . . I'm going to help you."
End Chapter Two . . .^_^ wow its kinda like the ending to Matrix Reloaded . . . eh? *grins* well . . . tune in next time for the next chapter . . and hey. . . Agent Smith will make his grand entrance . . . so y'all come back now ya hear. . .