Log 3
"What the FUCK!" Minerva cried out, shielding herself from what she couldn't explain. Before she could connect her body back with her soul, she was snapped back to reality. Her mind couldn't rationally process what was happening. The candles blew out in a violent hiss, an almost vacuum being created in the room from the gaping hole in front of her. She saw bright flashes of green inside the chasm, its edges jagged and frayed like a hole torn in some kind of dimensional fabric. The image was almost computerized, too resembling of a cheap special effect to be real.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she cried in near hysterics, backing up against the wall, knocking over stacks of books and objects from her dresser. "What have I done, oh Jesus Christ, oh shit, what have I done?!" The bleeding from inside the hole was incessant, reality dripping and warping out of the gaping wound. Her voice was stolen from her mouth, her words robbed and devoured by the black hole forming in her bedroom.
Little did she know that outside of her window manifested itself a trio of Agents, donned with black sunglasses, big guns, and a grim sneer. The three turned to one another, nodding knowingly, and Agent Smith swiftly unhinged the door with one kick. The noise was drowned out by the hurricane- forced winds swirling around Minerva's room.
"I've gotta get out of here," she cried. Throwing herself to the floor, she crawled with a purpose along the walls of her room, trying to avoid the black hole growing larger in the center of her room. Winds swirled violently, screaming and whistling along the boundaries of her room. The walls crackled, warping ever so slightly towards the hole in the world. Green code was spilling out of the opening, illuminating the room with an eerie, sickly green color. Within a few moments, the room would cave in,... soon, her entire house. Eventually, the neighborhood, and given enough time, the city. Just as stars are born and die out in the vast expanses of the true universe, the self-cannibalism of the wound would release disastrous amounts of energy. The eventual collapsing of the city would tug the strands from opposite corners of the Matrix world and pull the entire fabric apart, promptly ending the entire human race.
Minerva, unawares of the dire mortality of the situation, inched past the gushing rip, tenderly avoided the oozing code.
With little time to waste, Minerva stood up and ran for the door, which proved a very difficult task. The collapsing gravity of the room sank her to her knees, jerking her backwards to the ground. Code splishing and splashing from the tear dripped onto her arm, sending up a funnel of steam as the code reacted with and ate away at her mortal flesh.
With an inhuman scream of pain and determination, she managed the last of her menial strength and flung herself for the door, gripping the savagely hot and warping doorknob. With a whole-hearted thrust, she yanked the door open, and with the help of gravity and wind, the door was promptly plucked off of its hinges and sucked into the cannibalistic hole. Green code exploded in a spray of sparks across the room, burning and singing holes in reality just as Minerva ambled her way out into the hall. Sinking under the unworldly pain of the searing burn, she tripped and crawled down the hallway, edging towards the stairs. She had just bumped down to the last step, her body a heartbeat of pain, when she stopped crawling. Raising her eyes with her quickly draining strength, she was granted an unholy view of 6 pairs of dark pant legs, all equipped with 2 shiny, polished black leather shoes, each pair of legs connected to 3 stern and grimacing enforcers of the law. A wave of dread was creeping along her bones, the feeling sinking deeper and deeper into the flesh, finding the insecure and sensitive parts of the body to feed upon first before finding its way to her heart. Goosebumps passed like a flood over her entire body.
"Oh God,..." she murmured, knowing she had done something very, very wrong, and was now about to pay dearly.
"So, Miss Walker, we meet at last. I've had my little," he chuckled softly, "sights set on you for a while. Seems like good old Darwinism was dealing your pathetic kind a hand in your favor, mmm? Having fun with your new powers? You've played a very naughty little game my friend." He frowned gruesomely, kneeling down to Minerva's excruciating level. The burning was starting to subside, but the searing pain screamed to be put out of its misery. Tears welled up in Minerva's eyes, her vision blurring in and out.
"You are very important, Minerva. Very, very important. With your intended cooperation and facing a very sorry consequence should you decide to be a naughty little girl again, I think we can work out a deal, perhaps?" He whispered, his face inching closer and closer to hers, his hot, moist breath filling her nostrils.
"This,..." she choked, unable to form the words that kept repeating in her mind. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
"Oh, but it is my dear, and that's the price you have to pay, for just a dream." His lips curled back from his teeth into a hideous sneer. He reached down to haul her away from the wreckage.
"We made it," Morpheus said, hanging up the phone and exiting the car. Running with full speed towards her house, Neo, Trinity, and Morpheus felt the tug of morphed gravity - slipping, sliding, bleeding. The density and consistency of the air shifted violently as they drew within close range. Bright streaks of green were emanating from the windows of Minerva's home. The sky above her house took on a crackling, broken look, sinking in upon the black hole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Trinity whispered in horror, watching and feeling as the Matrix slowly decomposed on itself. The tug of gravity and destruction drew greater and more intense the closer they drew to her home.
The front door had been busted in as chunks of splinters and dust littered the floor of the entryway. Within no time the group slunk into the entry hall and huddled there, manning their guns and crouching low against the wall. The soft violence of Agent Smith's voice chortled with vengeance in the living room at the base of the stairs, where Minerva pleaded and struggled with sanity, and wrestled weakly with consciousness.
"You're not taking me anywhere you cock-sucking fools!" Minerva cried, gathering the last of her strength for a final stance. Agent Smith, grinning wildly at the prospect of resistance, drew back slightly and allowed the girl to stand on her own. Weakness dripped from her pores as she sucked up the pain and set herself ready for whatever she had to do.
"I'll take care of Smith," Neo whispered to the others.
"Make sure nothing happens to her," Morpheus murmured. The trio cocked their guns, the clicks echoing throughout the house, only to be stolen by the creeping black hole that had almost completely devoured the 3rd floor. The staircase creaked and crunched, folding in upon itself and warping to an eerie, wrong shape. The Agents' ears immediately perked, hearing the noise of their intruding enemies.
Minerva gave a battle cry and reared back, sending her foot flying at Agent Smith. Undaunted by the obvious prospect of their opponents, Smith caught her foot as swiftly as a bird dives for the kill. Piece of cake. Smith's expression was one of content accuracy. Agent Jones and Brown cocked their own guns and slinked across the living room, firing a warning look at Smith. Holding her foot and smiling, Minerva took a swing at Smith's crotch. Her fist came in contact with the soft, sensitive flesh of his groin area and sent an explosion of pain firing up into Agent Smith's torso. He fell backwards, gaining composure on the couch behind him. Steadying himself and scowling, he growled, "That actually hurt."
Running up the railing, Trinity bounded from the staircase railing to the couch, landing with catlike grace and firing directly at Agent Brown's skull. Ducking and somersaulting to the piano, Agent Brown lifted the bench and hurled it in Trinity's direction. Trinity fell back behind the couch and pulled it over, creating a barrier between her and the spray of bullets firing from Agent Brown's gun. Morpheus, teetering with a purpose on the last stair, forward-rolled himself across the living room, unloading most of a double-clip in the direction of the Agents.
Agent Smith ducked down amidst the fire and grabbed the girl in his clutches. Screaming for justice, Minerva twisted and writhed as only a snake would, squirming in his steel grip. His fingers slipped from around her as she ducked for the ground. However, his quick arms darted around her body, and he carried her in a bear hug into the kitchen.
Neo, downstairs in the entryway, saw an opportunity before his eyes. Another set of doors in the entryway led to the den, where he could take the stairs into the kitchen and surprise Smith from behind. He swung one of the doors open quietly and darted into the den, only to end up staring down the barrel of Agent Smith's gun.
"Mr. Anderson, how predictable," he emphasized, his voice purring with content. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and sorry you could not travel both. Always the road less traveled by." A small smile crept up in the corners of his mouth.
"What is it you want with the girl, Smith? What purpose does she have to serve for you? She's useless to you here; you don't need her help in the Matrix," Neo growled.
"Oh, but Mr. Anderson, I know you do," he murmured. The smile grew even broader. "You see she's, well, like a daughter to me. I love her," Smith sneered. "I can't let you take her - we've grown so close."
"Bullshit!" Neo yelled. Mr. Smith stood almost motionless, studying Neo's reaction with a look of amusement.
Guns fired noisily and bullets clanged to the floor rapidly in the background. Upstairs, the newcomers in black acrobatically defied several laws of the now crumbling gravity, walking along the walls and unloading clips in the general direction of the Agents. Glass from all of the cabinets and dressers in the living and dining rooms shattered, and the fan broke from the ceiling and crashed down onto Minerva's mother's new $4000 dining room display table. She was only thankful that her parents were both at work and not at home to witness the destruction of their beautiful home - had they been, she would have been grounded for the next 7 lifetimes.
Morpheus ducked just not fast enough and caught a bullet in the shoulder, sending him backward to the ground behind the couch. Trinity looked from behind the kitchen wall and saw her partner fall. As fast as lightning and with the ceaseless fury of a force of nature, she darted into the living room, and using Agent Jones's body as a springboard, somersaulted in slow motion through the air, planted her feet firmly on Agent Jones' shoulders, and catapulted into Agent Brown's direction. Agent Jones tumbled into the kitchen. Agent Brown jumped out of the way a little too late - Trinity's swift boot to the face sent him flying through the living room window, completely shattering it and slicing his body, sending rivets of blood and fragments of glass to the carpet. The agent's body hit the ground and burst into thousands of bright green glyphs. Morpheus lay huddled behind the couch in pain. He quickly tossed the empty pistol to the side and pulled out his trusty .9mm. Trinity swirled around to find Agent Jones once again standing, this time in the kitchen and with his gun held out in front. Bullets exploded from the gun and fired through the living room - some fell dead to the floor at the base of the stairs, others were sucked into the black hole that had reached the top of the staircase. The house was creaking and groaning under its own demise.
"Is the simple life of a Matrix child really any of your concern, Mr. Anderson? What prospect does she have for the sorry remains of your kind, hmm? Nothing can save your band of brothers, and its demise is only a fortune granted by a few days of time." He grimaced, cocking his gun. "You should thank me for ending yours prematurely, so you needn't face the truth of your own mortal inferiority." In slow motion, the agent's gun fired a bullet. Time seemed to pause for a fraction of a moment. The bullet was initially aimed directly in the center of Neo's eyes, but never made it that far.
Bits of the ceiling came crumbling down as the structure of the house twisted and warped. Plaster fell in a heap atop Agent Smith as Neo ducked behind an arm chair. The bullet grazed nothing but air as it plunged into the far wall of a den, colliding with the hinges of a closet door. The bullet exploded in a cloud of shrapnel, sending the door tumbling down to the ground. A muffled cry was heard inside.
Neo leaped from behind the chair, guns drawn and sent a spray of bullets into the cloud of dust and debris. Smith tumbled backwards towards the far wall of the den, sustaining a bullet in his forearm. The fog of war began to disperse and revealed Agent Smith on his ass amongst the destruction. In the essence of a spider and in a fraction of the time, Agent Smith leapt from the floor to the side wall and out of the array of Neo's bullets. Neo's guns followed the tricky agent, trailing his progress as he ran along the wall. Just as Smith leapt for Neo, the entire ceiling collapsed to the ground, sending the two of them into a disconcerted jumble.
Amidst the dust, Smith rolled over on top of Neo, wrapped his fingers around his throat and sent a barrage of punches into his face. Neo flinched in pain with every stroke of Smith's fist.
Trinity rose from behind the couch, her favorite semi-automatic clutched tightly in her hand. "As usual time is not on my fucking side and neither are you," she snapped, unloading a clip in the direction of the kitchen. Agent Brown dove to his right and propped himself up along the inside of the doorway leading to the living room, narrowly missing a barrage of bullets that tore through what remained of Minerva's kitchen. Brown paused, knowing he may very well be on his own now. No matter. He drew his spare from the holster and turned to aim. However, his expectations were cut short. A hand swiftly knocked the gun from his own to the floor. He was nose-to-nose with Morpheus, the center of his forehead lining up with the barrel of his gun.
Brown whirled around to his opposite to find himself yet again face- to-face with the enemy, this time staring down the barrel of Trinity's trusty semi. "Three's a crowd," she sneered menacingly. Agent Brown, with a feeling of dread, turned to face his death. Two guns loaded, two bullets exploded. His shattered corpse fell to the floor. Now to find the girl before it was too late.
"What the FUCK!" Minerva cried out, shielding herself from what she couldn't explain. Before she could connect her body back with her soul, she was snapped back to reality. Her mind couldn't rationally process what was happening. The candles blew out in a violent hiss, an almost vacuum being created in the room from the gaping hole in front of her. She saw bright flashes of green inside the chasm, its edges jagged and frayed like a hole torn in some kind of dimensional fabric. The image was almost computerized, too resembling of a cheap special effect to be real.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she cried in near hysterics, backing up against the wall, knocking over stacks of books and objects from her dresser. "What have I done, oh Jesus Christ, oh shit, what have I done?!" The bleeding from inside the hole was incessant, reality dripping and warping out of the gaping wound. Her voice was stolen from her mouth, her words robbed and devoured by the black hole forming in her bedroom.
Little did she know that outside of her window manifested itself a trio of Agents, donned with black sunglasses, big guns, and a grim sneer. The three turned to one another, nodding knowingly, and Agent Smith swiftly unhinged the door with one kick. The noise was drowned out by the hurricane- forced winds swirling around Minerva's room.
"I've gotta get out of here," she cried. Throwing herself to the floor, she crawled with a purpose along the walls of her room, trying to avoid the black hole growing larger in the center of her room. Winds swirled violently, screaming and whistling along the boundaries of her room. The walls crackled, warping ever so slightly towards the hole in the world. Green code was spilling out of the opening, illuminating the room with an eerie, sickly green color. Within a few moments, the room would cave in,... soon, her entire house. Eventually, the neighborhood, and given enough time, the city. Just as stars are born and die out in the vast expanses of the true universe, the self-cannibalism of the wound would release disastrous amounts of energy. The eventual collapsing of the city would tug the strands from opposite corners of the Matrix world and pull the entire fabric apart, promptly ending the entire human race.
Minerva, unawares of the dire mortality of the situation, inched past the gushing rip, tenderly avoided the oozing code.
With little time to waste, Minerva stood up and ran for the door, which proved a very difficult task. The collapsing gravity of the room sank her to her knees, jerking her backwards to the ground. Code splishing and splashing from the tear dripped onto her arm, sending up a funnel of steam as the code reacted with and ate away at her mortal flesh.
With an inhuman scream of pain and determination, she managed the last of her menial strength and flung herself for the door, gripping the savagely hot and warping doorknob. With a whole-hearted thrust, she yanked the door open, and with the help of gravity and wind, the door was promptly plucked off of its hinges and sucked into the cannibalistic hole. Green code exploded in a spray of sparks across the room, burning and singing holes in reality just as Minerva ambled her way out into the hall. Sinking under the unworldly pain of the searing burn, she tripped and crawled down the hallway, edging towards the stairs. She had just bumped down to the last step, her body a heartbeat of pain, when she stopped crawling. Raising her eyes with her quickly draining strength, she was granted an unholy view of 6 pairs of dark pant legs, all equipped with 2 shiny, polished black leather shoes, each pair of legs connected to 3 stern and grimacing enforcers of the law. A wave of dread was creeping along her bones, the feeling sinking deeper and deeper into the flesh, finding the insecure and sensitive parts of the body to feed upon first before finding its way to her heart. Goosebumps passed like a flood over her entire body.
"Oh God,..." she murmured, knowing she had done something very, very wrong, and was now about to pay dearly.
"So, Miss Walker, we meet at last. I've had my little," he chuckled softly, "sights set on you for a while. Seems like good old Darwinism was dealing your pathetic kind a hand in your favor, mmm? Having fun with your new powers? You've played a very naughty little game my friend." He frowned gruesomely, kneeling down to Minerva's excruciating level. The burning was starting to subside, but the searing pain screamed to be put out of its misery. Tears welled up in Minerva's eyes, her vision blurring in and out.
"You are very important, Minerva. Very, very important. With your intended cooperation and facing a very sorry consequence should you decide to be a naughty little girl again, I think we can work out a deal, perhaps?" He whispered, his face inching closer and closer to hers, his hot, moist breath filling her nostrils.
"This,..." she choked, unable to form the words that kept repeating in her mind. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
"Oh, but it is my dear, and that's the price you have to pay, for just a dream." His lips curled back from his teeth into a hideous sneer. He reached down to haul her away from the wreckage.
"We made it," Morpheus said, hanging up the phone and exiting the car. Running with full speed towards her house, Neo, Trinity, and Morpheus felt the tug of morphed gravity - slipping, sliding, bleeding. The density and consistency of the air shifted violently as they drew within close range. Bright streaks of green were emanating from the windows of Minerva's home. The sky above her house took on a crackling, broken look, sinking in upon the black hole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Trinity whispered in horror, watching and feeling as the Matrix slowly decomposed on itself. The tug of gravity and destruction drew greater and more intense the closer they drew to her home.
The front door had been busted in as chunks of splinters and dust littered the floor of the entryway. Within no time the group slunk into the entry hall and huddled there, manning their guns and crouching low against the wall. The soft violence of Agent Smith's voice chortled with vengeance in the living room at the base of the stairs, where Minerva pleaded and struggled with sanity, and wrestled weakly with consciousness.
"You're not taking me anywhere you cock-sucking fools!" Minerva cried, gathering the last of her strength for a final stance. Agent Smith, grinning wildly at the prospect of resistance, drew back slightly and allowed the girl to stand on her own. Weakness dripped from her pores as she sucked up the pain and set herself ready for whatever she had to do.
"I'll take care of Smith," Neo whispered to the others.
"Make sure nothing happens to her," Morpheus murmured. The trio cocked their guns, the clicks echoing throughout the house, only to be stolen by the creeping black hole that had almost completely devoured the 3rd floor. The staircase creaked and crunched, folding in upon itself and warping to an eerie, wrong shape. The Agents' ears immediately perked, hearing the noise of their intruding enemies.
Minerva gave a battle cry and reared back, sending her foot flying at Agent Smith. Undaunted by the obvious prospect of their opponents, Smith caught her foot as swiftly as a bird dives for the kill. Piece of cake. Smith's expression was one of content accuracy. Agent Jones and Brown cocked their own guns and slinked across the living room, firing a warning look at Smith. Holding her foot and smiling, Minerva took a swing at Smith's crotch. Her fist came in contact with the soft, sensitive flesh of his groin area and sent an explosion of pain firing up into Agent Smith's torso. He fell backwards, gaining composure on the couch behind him. Steadying himself and scowling, he growled, "That actually hurt."
Running up the railing, Trinity bounded from the staircase railing to the couch, landing with catlike grace and firing directly at Agent Brown's skull. Ducking and somersaulting to the piano, Agent Brown lifted the bench and hurled it in Trinity's direction. Trinity fell back behind the couch and pulled it over, creating a barrier between her and the spray of bullets firing from Agent Brown's gun. Morpheus, teetering with a purpose on the last stair, forward-rolled himself across the living room, unloading most of a double-clip in the direction of the Agents.
Agent Smith ducked down amidst the fire and grabbed the girl in his clutches. Screaming for justice, Minerva twisted and writhed as only a snake would, squirming in his steel grip. His fingers slipped from around her as she ducked for the ground. However, his quick arms darted around her body, and he carried her in a bear hug into the kitchen.
Neo, downstairs in the entryway, saw an opportunity before his eyes. Another set of doors in the entryway led to the den, where he could take the stairs into the kitchen and surprise Smith from behind. He swung one of the doors open quietly and darted into the den, only to end up staring down the barrel of Agent Smith's gun.
"Mr. Anderson, how predictable," he emphasized, his voice purring with content. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and sorry you could not travel both. Always the road less traveled by." A small smile crept up in the corners of his mouth.
"What is it you want with the girl, Smith? What purpose does she have to serve for you? She's useless to you here; you don't need her help in the Matrix," Neo growled.
"Oh, but Mr. Anderson, I know you do," he murmured. The smile grew even broader. "You see she's, well, like a daughter to me. I love her," Smith sneered. "I can't let you take her - we've grown so close."
"Bullshit!" Neo yelled. Mr. Smith stood almost motionless, studying Neo's reaction with a look of amusement.
Guns fired noisily and bullets clanged to the floor rapidly in the background. Upstairs, the newcomers in black acrobatically defied several laws of the now crumbling gravity, walking along the walls and unloading clips in the general direction of the Agents. Glass from all of the cabinets and dressers in the living and dining rooms shattered, and the fan broke from the ceiling and crashed down onto Minerva's mother's new $4000 dining room display table. She was only thankful that her parents were both at work and not at home to witness the destruction of their beautiful home - had they been, she would have been grounded for the next 7 lifetimes.
Morpheus ducked just not fast enough and caught a bullet in the shoulder, sending him backward to the ground behind the couch. Trinity looked from behind the kitchen wall and saw her partner fall. As fast as lightning and with the ceaseless fury of a force of nature, she darted into the living room, and using Agent Jones's body as a springboard, somersaulted in slow motion through the air, planted her feet firmly on Agent Jones' shoulders, and catapulted into Agent Brown's direction. Agent Jones tumbled into the kitchen. Agent Brown jumped out of the way a little too late - Trinity's swift boot to the face sent him flying through the living room window, completely shattering it and slicing his body, sending rivets of blood and fragments of glass to the carpet. The agent's body hit the ground and burst into thousands of bright green glyphs. Morpheus lay huddled behind the couch in pain. He quickly tossed the empty pistol to the side and pulled out his trusty .9mm. Trinity swirled around to find Agent Jones once again standing, this time in the kitchen and with his gun held out in front. Bullets exploded from the gun and fired through the living room - some fell dead to the floor at the base of the stairs, others were sucked into the black hole that had reached the top of the staircase. The house was creaking and groaning under its own demise.
"Is the simple life of a Matrix child really any of your concern, Mr. Anderson? What prospect does she have for the sorry remains of your kind, hmm? Nothing can save your band of brothers, and its demise is only a fortune granted by a few days of time." He grimaced, cocking his gun. "You should thank me for ending yours prematurely, so you needn't face the truth of your own mortal inferiority." In slow motion, the agent's gun fired a bullet. Time seemed to pause for a fraction of a moment. The bullet was initially aimed directly in the center of Neo's eyes, but never made it that far.
Bits of the ceiling came crumbling down as the structure of the house twisted and warped. Plaster fell in a heap atop Agent Smith as Neo ducked behind an arm chair. The bullet grazed nothing but air as it plunged into the far wall of a den, colliding with the hinges of a closet door. The bullet exploded in a cloud of shrapnel, sending the door tumbling down to the ground. A muffled cry was heard inside.
Neo leaped from behind the chair, guns drawn and sent a spray of bullets into the cloud of dust and debris. Smith tumbled backwards towards the far wall of the den, sustaining a bullet in his forearm. The fog of war began to disperse and revealed Agent Smith on his ass amongst the destruction. In the essence of a spider and in a fraction of the time, Agent Smith leapt from the floor to the side wall and out of the array of Neo's bullets. Neo's guns followed the tricky agent, trailing his progress as he ran along the wall. Just as Smith leapt for Neo, the entire ceiling collapsed to the ground, sending the two of them into a disconcerted jumble.
Amidst the dust, Smith rolled over on top of Neo, wrapped his fingers around his throat and sent a barrage of punches into his face. Neo flinched in pain with every stroke of Smith's fist.
Trinity rose from behind the couch, her favorite semi-automatic clutched tightly in her hand. "As usual time is not on my fucking side and neither are you," she snapped, unloading a clip in the direction of the kitchen. Agent Brown dove to his right and propped himself up along the inside of the doorway leading to the living room, narrowly missing a barrage of bullets that tore through what remained of Minerva's kitchen. Brown paused, knowing he may very well be on his own now. No matter. He drew his spare from the holster and turned to aim. However, his expectations were cut short. A hand swiftly knocked the gun from his own to the floor. He was nose-to-nose with Morpheus, the center of his forehead lining up with the barrel of his gun.
Brown whirled around to his opposite to find himself yet again face- to-face with the enemy, this time staring down the barrel of Trinity's trusty semi. "Three's a crowd," she sneered menacingly. Agent Brown, with a feeling of dread, turned to face his death. Two guns loaded, two bullets exploded. His shattered corpse fell to the floor. Now to find the girl before it was too late.