Title: The Last Stand of A Messiah
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The song belongs to Sade.
Summary: Neo's thought's at the end of Revolutions. As he serves his ultimate purpose.
(A/N): I've been writing too much humor fic. Time to go back to my angst- infested roots.
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I'm crying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I suppose to do
Messiah. That's what they call me. Yet you still lay here. Dying in my
arms. I can feel your life slipping out of your body and away from me.
And in its place there's unimaginable coldness. A coldness I never
would have believed you could contract. A coldness much like the one
that surrounds me in this Machine world. Blind or not, I can't stop
the tears from coming. And right now, I don't want them to stop.
Because with you leaving me it's the warmest thing in this artificial
city. The metal sticking out of you, even the pain and panic that is
steadily rising in me. It's all cold. As the darkness swallows you
whole and the warmth leaves your body, the heat leaves my body as
well, leaving me with only one purpose. Leaving me with a weight on my
heart even heavier than the one on my shoulders.
I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good
I saved you once. I feel another emotion rise in me, although it is
hard to separate it from the others because it is also cold and devoid
of any kind of warmth. Bitterness. That fate would be so cruel as to
let me see such cold, lifeless metal as a blaze of heat yet not let me
see your last few breaths. It's as if it mocks me. Reminding me that
Trinity's light is fading out, until all that is left is darkness. And
I won't be able to see the difference. When I decided to try and save
you I tried to prolong the inevitable. Create a happy ending when a
part of me knew there was none. There would be no clear-cut victory.
The good guys won't live happily ever after as the bad guys are
banished. Smote down by those of just hearts. How many lives were
sacrificed because of my selfishness? Do my actions sound like that of
a Messiah?
The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go
I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow
You brought me back to life once. The first time, I rose up to defeat
Smith. To destroy him. Or so I thought. You were my inspiration. My
muse in war. You were my purpose. My own personalize reason for being.
Not to be a hero. A champion. For a hope. A prayer that you and I
could survive this war and enjoy a relative peace. Something we worked
so hard for. I still fight for you. Even in death your spirit guides
me. Drives me. Compels me to fight on. Not for us. Merely because it's
the right thing to do.
I suppose I could just walk away
Will I disappoint my future if I stay
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good
As I walk down the long corridor to face my destiny, I feel the cold
machines that protect the Source start to inch there way toward me.
Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in. I've seen its face. In
my visions. I know that I'm the only one who could possibly stop
Smith. His other half. The Ying to his Yang. My resolve doesn't falter
when the Source says that it doesn't need me. I have to be cold and
calculated, much like a machine. It will be able to respect that. I'm
a man with nothing left to lose. My certainty of my purpose led me
here. And if I'm wrong than I will die here and your sacrifice would
have been for nothing. But I know I am right. The only question is
whether or not I can save Zion. Or will I disappoint them as well as
you.
The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder will this grief ever be gone
Will it ever go
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow
Lying in the rain with Smith towering above me. Seemingly defeated.
But no one will be defeated in this fight. Nor will anyone win. I get
back up easily because we are all victims of fate. Just like we are
all victims of causality. Cause and Effect. I fight because I chose
to. I chose to be a martyr. I chose to give my life so that Zion can
enjoy peace. Even if for the time being. I chose to honor Trinity's
life. I chose to be the hero. For me just as much for anyone else. I
will let cause and effect claim my life. The effect of my death will
cause the destruction of Smith. Neither side will benefit. We will
leave existence just as we had entered it and lived it. Being each
other's perfect balance.
I'm crying everyone's tears
I have already paid for all my future sins
There's nothing anyone
Can say to take this away
It's just another day and nothing's any good
In the white room, The Architect told me that he told me that he could
see as I let my feelings override my logic. He knew I would never let
Trinity die. Even then, I felt like I was paying for sins I hadn't
even committed, yet. For the first time since developing my powers, I
felt powerless. Like His hand was guiding me and ever decision I made.
But when I talked to the Oracle, everything started to become clear.
That Matrix itself is a program. Made to react to any situation. What
may or may not happen isn't written in stone, nor is it predestined by
The Architect, The Oracle or anyone else. The program's reaction to me
was Smith.
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
As I lay here dying, I feel the last thing I ever expected to feel.
Warmth. Warmth that stems from relief that I was able to save Zion.
Relief that I can finally rest. And even hope. That during this
millennia long war on Earth, there was still an ideal Heaven, where I
will see Trinity again. I never would have contemplated it until we
soared pasted the dark sky to see the first time in our lives actual
stars. And although I was unable to seem them, hearing Trinity gasp in
awe was all the Heaven I needed. Is it possible to be with your star-
crossed lover among the stars?
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Love,
MadBrilliantAngel
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The song belongs to Sade.
Summary: Neo's thought's at the end of Revolutions. As he serves his ultimate purpose.
(A/N): I've been writing too much humor fic. Time to go back to my angst- infested roots.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm crying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I suppose to do
Messiah. That's what they call me. Yet you still lay here. Dying in my
arms. I can feel your life slipping out of your body and away from me.
And in its place there's unimaginable coldness. A coldness I never
would have believed you could contract. A coldness much like the one
that surrounds me in this Machine world. Blind or not, I can't stop
the tears from coming. And right now, I don't want them to stop.
Because with you leaving me it's the warmest thing in this artificial
city. The metal sticking out of you, even the pain and panic that is
steadily rising in me. It's all cold. As the darkness swallows you
whole and the warmth leaves your body, the heat leaves my body as
well, leaving me with only one purpose. Leaving me with a weight on my
heart even heavier than the one on my shoulders.
I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good
I saved you once. I feel another emotion rise in me, although it is
hard to separate it from the others because it is also cold and devoid
of any kind of warmth. Bitterness. That fate would be so cruel as to
let me see such cold, lifeless metal as a blaze of heat yet not let me
see your last few breaths. It's as if it mocks me. Reminding me that
Trinity's light is fading out, until all that is left is darkness. And
I won't be able to see the difference. When I decided to try and save
you I tried to prolong the inevitable. Create a happy ending when a
part of me knew there was none. There would be no clear-cut victory.
The good guys won't live happily ever after as the bad guys are
banished. Smote down by those of just hearts. How many lives were
sacrificed because of my selfishness? Do my actions sound like that of
a Messiah?
The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go
I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow
You brought me back to life once. The first time, I rose up to defeat
Smith. To destroy him. Or so I thought. You were my inspiration. My
muse in war. You were my purpose. My own personalize reason for being.
Not to be a hero. A champion. For a hope. A prayer that you and I
could survive this war and enjoy a relative peace. Something we worked
so hard for. I still fight for you. Even in death your spirit guides
me. Drives me. Compels me to fight on. Not for us. Merely because it's
the right thing to do.
I suppose I could just walk away
Will I disappoint my future if I stay
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good
As I walk down the long corridor to face my destiny, I feel the cold
machines that protect the Source start to inch there way toward me.
Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in. I've seen its face. In
my visions. I know that I'm the only one who could possibly stop
Smith. His other half. The Ying to his Yang. My resolve doesn't falter
when the Source says that it doesn't need me. I have to be cold and
calculated, much like a machine. It will be able to respect that. I'm
a man with nothing left to lose. My certainty of my purpose led me
here. And if I'm wrong than I will die here and your sacrifice would
have been for nothing. But I know I am right. The only question is
whether or not I can save Zion. Or will I disappoint them as well as
you.
The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder will this grief ever be gone
Will it ever go
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow
Lying in the rain with Smith towering above me. Seemingly defeated.
But no one will be defeated in this fight. Nor will anyone win. I get
back up easily because we are all victims of fate. Just like we are
all victims of causality. Cause and Effect. I fight because I chose
to. I chose to be a martyr. I chose to give my life so that Zion can
enjoy peace. Even if for the time being. I chose to honor Trinity's
life. I chose to be the hero. For me just as much for anyone else. I
will let cause and effect claim my life. The effect of my death will
cause the destruction of Smith. Neither side will benefit. We will
leave existence just as we had entered it and lived it. Being each
other's perfect balance.
I'm crying everyone's tears
I have already paid for all my future sins
There's nothing anyone
Can say to take this away
It's just another day and nothing's any good
In the white room, The Architect told me that he told me that he could
see as I let my feelings override my logic. He knew I would never let
Trinity die. Even then, I felt like I was paying for sins I hadn't
even committed, yet. For the first time since developing my powers, I
felt powerless. Like His hand was guiding me and ever decision I made.
But when I talked to the Oracle, everything started to become clear.
That Matrix itself is a program. Made to react to any situation. What
may or may not happen isn't written in stone, nor is it predestined by
The Architect, The Oracle or anyone else. The program's reaction to me
was Smith.
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
As I lay here dying, I feel the last thing I ever expected to feel.
Warmth. Warmth that stems from relief that I was able to save Zion.
Relief that I can finally rest. And even hope. That during this
millennia long war on Earth, there was still an ideal Heaven, where I
will see Trinity again. I never would have contemplated it until we
soared pasted the dark sky to see the first time in our lives actual
stars. And although I was unable to seem them, hearing Trinity gasp in
awe was all the Heaven I needed. Is it possible to be with your star-
crossed lover among the stars?
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Love,
MadBrilliantAngel