Log 7
Neo closed his eyes in a silence of dread, feeling the warm blood ooze down his face. It trickled quietly down his forehead, curving along the socket of his eye and slinking across his cheek at a vehement pace.
"NEO!" Trinity cried, her hands flying to her mouth. She could not believe her eyes - she could not believe the code. Neo had been shot in the head. Her mind raced with a barrage of curses amidst an array of shoulda, coulda and woulda's.
He raised a quaking hand to his forehead, expecting to feel an immense amount of blood. His hand produced only a small amount.
Agent Smith had aimed directly at the center of Neo's forehead but was propelled backwards instantly upon firing the pistol by the slippery half inch of water covering the floors. He flew backwards onto his ass, sending the bullet several inches off its intended course. It had thankfully only grazed the side of Neo's head.
"He's fine, Trinity. The floor was so watery that he slipped and misfired. Agent Smith fucked up and wound up on his wet ass," Link explained with a happy chuckle, his eyes scanning the code. Neo would be alright. A woosh of air escaped Trinity in a passionate breath of relief. Her heart continued to pound on in her ears. All of the crew members gathered around the screen were silently cheering for Neo.
Neo stood up wobbly, still quite shaken from the attack. Agent Smith, drenched and furious, looked up at his opponent from his wet seat on the hallway floor. Neo looked down with a boiling hatred bubbling to its carbonation point. "My time isn't up yet, Agent Smith," he sneered, "but yours is." Smith hadn't the time to retort before Neo's foot came in contact with his jaw, sending him spiraling backwards into the classroom in a mist of blood and flying broken teeth. He crashed into several chairs and lay motionless on the floor, a puddle of blood drizzling from his gruesomely destroyed mouth.
The doors in the hallway burst open to reveal a swarming, buzzing crowd of Agent Smiths, all with guns drawn and aimed at Neo. This was his last stand.
"Come on, get out of there," Link whispered, the phone still ringing endlessly in the background.
Neo steadied himself, his heart pounding in his ears as the seconds ticked past like hours. He felt that if he were to just flinch or twitch, every gun aimed at him would go off and slice him like swiss cheese. He daren't breathe. Tick, tock.
A small voice inside his head caught his attention. It was very faint, almost angelic, and seemed to be a thousand miles away on the end of a tin-can telephone. He listened closely in those milliseconds. Tick, tock.
Neo, you can do it. We all believe in you. You are unstoppable. You will overcome. It was Trinity.
With a surge of courage and understanding, he realized what she meant. His heart no longer exploded in his ears - he felt a calming peace settle over him. Raising his eyes to the crowd, he spoke with both valor and pride.
"I dare you to hit me if you can," Neo snidely smirked. At the moment his voice reached the ears of the agents, every single gun fired - a veritable tidal wave of bullets streaming in Neo's direction. Neo patiently waited as the bullets approached him. Tick, tock.
He simply held out his hand in front of him, in a stopping gesture, and waited. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating. Tick, tock.
Every single bullet, as if obeying orders given strictly by their master, stopped instantly two feet away from Neo. Each individual bullet hovered motionless and silent in the air as if suspended by some anomaly of gravity. Neo's mind and heart raced with excitement. He could believe that he had just stopped a deadly barrage of ammunition with just his mind. He didn't have to worry anymore. He knew. Every bullet hovering in the air dropped to the floor in a chiming symphony, ringing up and down the hallway in musical reverberations.
The jaws of most of the agents dropped open in a gaping O of confusion and disbelief. Two Smiths shoved through the crowd and stood sinisterly face to face with Neo.
In a fraction of an instant, Neo had leapt into the air, hovering just above the heads of the two foremost agents. His feet made contact with both faces of the Smiths and they were catapulted backwards into the crowd. Like bowling pins, the group dropped in a domino effect, causing a massive agent pileup in the doorway of the stairwell.
Tired of wasting time and desperately wanting to leave this place, Neo landed softly on the ground, squatted, and with the aftershocks of a sonic boom, flew through the air down the hallway in his favorite Superman pose. He reached the end of the hallway and picked up ringing phone, shooting his jumbled enemies a last smile before vanishing into thin air.
Neo closed his eyes in a silence of dread, feeling the warm blood ooze down his face. It trickled quietly down his forehead, curving along the socket of his eye and slinking across his cheek at a vehement pace.
"NEO!" Trinity cried, her hands flying to her mouth. She could not believe her eyes - she could not believe the code. Neo had been shot in the head. Her mind raced with a barrage of curses amidst an array of shoulda, coulda and woulda's.
He raised a quaking hand to his forehead, expecting to feel an immense amount of blood. His hand produced only a small amount.
Agent Smith had aimed directly at the center of Neo's forehead but was propelled backwards instantly upon firing the pistol by the slippery half inch of water covering the floors. He flew backwards onto his ass, sending the bullet several inches off its intended course. It had thankfully only grazed the side of Neo's head.
"He's fine, Trinity. The floor was so watery that he slipped and misfired. Agent Smith fucked up and wound up on his wet ass," Link explained with a happy chuckle, his eyes scanning the code. Neo would be alright. A woosh of air escaped Trinity in a passionate breath of relief. Her heart continued to pound on in her ears. All of the crew members gathered around the screen were silently cheering for Neo.
Neo stood up wobbly, still quite shaken from the attack. Agent Smith, drenched and furious, looked up at his opponent from his wet seat on the hallway floor. Neo looked down with a boiling hatred bubbling to its carbonation point. "My time isn't up yet, Agent Smith," he sneered, "but yours is." Smith hadn't the time to retort before Neo's foot came in contact with his jaw, sending him spiraling backwards into the classroom in a mist of blood and flying broken teeth. He crashed into several chairs and lay motionless on the floor, a puddle of blood drizzling from his gruesomely destroyed mouth.
The doors in the hallway burst open to reveal a swarming, buzzing crowd of Agent Smiths, all with guns drawn and aimed at Neo. This was his last stand.
"Come on, get out of there," Link whispered, the phone still ringing endlessly in the background.
Neo steadied himself, his heart pounding in his ears as the seconds ticked past like hours. He felt that if he were to just flinch or twitch, every gun aimed at him would go off and slice him like swiss cheese. He daren't breathe. Tick, tock.
A small voice inside his head caught his attention. It was very faint, almost angelic, and seemed to be a thousand miles away on the end of a tin-can telephone. He listened closely in those milliseconds. Tick, tock.
Neo, you can do it. We all believe in you. You are unstoppable. You will overcome. It was Trinity.
With a surge of courage and understanding, he realized what she meant. His heart no longer exploded in his ears - he felt a calming peace settle over him. Raising his eyes to the crowd, he spoke with both valor and pride.
"I dare you to hit me if you can," Neo snidely smirked. At the moment his voice reached the ears of the agents, every single gun fired - a veritable tidal wave of bullets streaming in Neo's direction. Neo patiently waited as the bullets approached him. Tick, tock.
He simply held out his hand in front of him, in a stopping gesture, and waited. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating. Tick, tock.
Every single bullet, as if obeying orders given strictly by their master, stopped instantly two feet away from Neo. Each individual bullet hovered motionless and silent in the air as if suspended by some anomaly of gravity. Neo's mind and heart raced with excitement. He could believe that he had just stopped a deadly barrage of ammunition with just his mind. He didn't have to worry anymore. He knew. Every bullet hovering in the air dropped to the floor in a chiming symphony, ringing up and down the hallway in musical reverberations.
The jaws of most of the agents dropped open in a gaping O of confusion and disbelief. Two Smiths shoved through the crowd and stood sinisterly face to face with Neo.
In a fraction of an instant, Neo had leapt into the air, hovering just above the heads of the two foremost agents. His feet made contact with both faces of the Smiths and they were catapulted backwards into the crowd. Like bowling pins, the group dropped in a domino effect, causing a massive agent pileup in the doorway of the stairwell.
Tired of wasting time and desperately wanting to leave this place, Neo landed softly on the ground, squatted, and with the aftershocks of a sonic boom, flew through the air down the hallway in his favorite Superman pose. He reached the end of the hallway and picked up ringing phone, shooting his jumbled enemies a last smile before vanishing into thin air.