Selina Enriquez: Hate to disappoint, but it's not so much a Smith/Trin
fic. I would just love to have seen a scene like this in the Matrix with
Trinity and Agent Smith duking it out. I really like your stories and
pictures though! I took a look at your site. You've got some really
awesome stuff!
Stormhawk: Meep! Please don't hunt me down! I'll stop! Thank you so much!
mz. b: I really don't deserve the good author comment, but hey, it made my day. So thank you so much!
alocin: Smith is totally going to mess with Trin some more! Just wait until he gets into Plato's theory (hopefully in the next chappie). I swear there will be much more Trin messing coming up! And as for foam hammers (rubs head) THEY HURT! (Pelts rubber duckies at alocin).
Liza Akita: I hope you had a lot of fun doing whatever it was that you were doing that was brutal. Thanks so much for your support! I was so freaked out about this story because I've never written anything that hasn't had at least one of my original characters added it.
Jedijessie: That would have been my dream job to write for the Wachowski's! Thanks so much though, and I'm sure it's not the best fanfiction (although it really made my day to hear that! I love getting good reviews!). Thanks so much for enjoying my story. PS: I read a little of your stories when I saw your e-mail. You totally deserve all the praise you get!
(Smiles really big) Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I think I got everybody...(goes back and checks again and again nervously)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story and whole concept of 'The Matrix' is the property of the wonderful and amazing Wachowski Brothers who make my life fascinating every time I hear Trinity say, "Dodge this" and giggle when Neo says...
"Whoa."
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Chapter 3: Comparing
"You hide yourself behind this wall. And you think that you're all powerful. The truth is, you're petrified, and no matter how many times you hear it the more that wall of ice builds around your heart." The Oracle puffed her cigarette, sending a cloud of white smoke to the light above the kitchen. "You're going to have one hell of time when he steps into your life."
"The One." Trinity had mouthed to herself, getting a smile from the Oracle who took another puff of her cigarette.
"Bingo." She commented. Somehow, that wasn't a comfort to Trinity. "You're smarter then I thought. Most just walk in here and ask me stupid questions, making me run in circles repeating myself. They think it's some privilege to be sitting here. I just think it's tiring, personally. And something tells me you hate small talk."
"It's not something I like to do, no." She answered quietly.
"Soft spoken. Tough. You're a stone Trinity. But eventually you are going to meet him, and you are going to have to realize that being a rock is okay. But pushing everyone you love and care for away? That's lonely."
"Being lonely's okay."
"Like I said. You are going to have so much trouble when he comes along."
She opened her eyes again, the remnants of the dream fading along with the remnants of every other falsified memory from the Matrix. It felt like she was simply still inside a dream, the smells of the Matrix so different from the smells of the real world. The Neb smelled like winter. Cold and frosty; stinging her lungs if she inhaled too quickly. Zion was a warm smell. The smell of home. The smell that no matter how many people were in there and how many odours were melded together it always smelled good.
But the Matrix? It smelled specific. Like a computer program picking through the various layers of possible odours. It smelled fake.
Trinity couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The room was lighter, like daytime was coming in through the cracks in the wall. She pulled at her arms again, getting the blood flowing as she felt the hand cuffs restrain her.
Smith was nowhere to be seen.
Her stomach was throbbing again, but the nerves were not torturing her as they had been. She clenched her teeth and flexed her abdomen, feeling the throb become a sting. Releasing it she turned to her left side, looking for some way out. Some way to get free. She relaxed on the bed, breathing heavily. The first time she had been lucid in...
I don't remember. I don't know. I could have been here for God knows how long.
She kicked her mind into logical. She'd been shot before. Come on Trinity. First day? She had vague recollections of something stinging in her arm; blurry visions of the room more around her eyes like a spinning top; Smith touching her wound. Second day. You were more awake. You were talking to Smith. This must be the third day. Three days.
Trinity winced again, lying limp against the bed. It was no use. She was trapped. Lifelessly she brushed the black strands of hair from her eyes.
No I'm not. There's always a way out. Come on Trin, think.
A door? Nope. No door. Okay.
"You know, the Matrix was first a perfect universe." Trinity's eyes shifted, looking towards the wall where the Agent was standing, peering through it like it were a window. The wall shifted and changed, opening to a circular eye to the world below. The view was astonishing, looking out over the buildings of New York. "Humans were peaceful, completely void of any unpleasantries." He turned a little, his black sunglasses facing her like insect eyes. "You see the world was so perfect in every way that it became flawed when your species was unable to make any of its own choices."
Trinity relaxed against the pillow, looking away as she fiddled with the cuffs on her wrists and tried to undo the bounds that held her. The room felt like it was closing in and crushing her, eventually going to kill her.
"This ability for humans to make a choice was so...precious to them that it actually lead to their extinction." He gave a small laugh at this, almost as if he found it humourous that humans had died for their right to have a say. "And humans believe the machines are pathetic."
"Your speeches are driving me insane. Can you please just shut up?"
The Agent glared out the window, looking back at Trinity for a moment.
"There have been five attempts at a ideal Matrix prior to this singular world." The window rippled, changing shape to a almost Disney movie setting. Trinity leered at it dangerously. "The Architect found this design within the mind of a fellow program, one whom you know as the Oracle."
Trinity looked at him at the Oracle's name. She had a twisted feeling in the pit of her stomach, almost like her insides were being crushed.
The Agent glanced at the IV bag that was dwindling on the final amounts of saline. Trinity watched the bag fill immediately with a simple glance and a cocky smirk from the Agent who looked back out the window.
It rippled again. This time, it was the Desert of the Real.
"You didn't know the Oracle was a program did you?"
"It didn't matter. And it doesn't now."
"She could have mislead you."
Trinity looked at the wall to her feet.
"She hasn't been wrong." She whispered.
"So you see Neo, you can't be dead."
The words were just tiding off in the flows of her mind as she tugged on her wrist restraints again.
"The human race is hypocritical." He commented, still looking out the window. "You lie, deceive, take over, and then you blame the machines for doing the same things. And you hate us for it."
"And we're supposed to feel sympathy for the poor, defenceless machines?"
"Sympathy isn't the right word. I would just assume that after millions of years, your species would have evolved into something a little more brilliant."
"Your species (Trinity made sure she noted that word with a mass amount of distaste) would have had me supplying you power for the rest of my god damn life."
"And your species would have had me doing your dirty work." Agent Smith replied, the same amount of disgust evident in his voice as well. "And here we are, drawn back to the simularities between the two once again. Are you going to lead us back into the denial phase?"
"You make me sick." Trinity swore, looking towards her handcuffs again. The bed rail was flimsy. With a good yank she could take it down. Instead, it held true, and she was left tugging on it. There was a hand on her wrists, pushing them back down into the pillow and a hand over the bandages again. Trinity growled as he placed his palm directly over the swollen wound, and pushed down. With a final moan she allowed herself to go limp, her wrists and waist being compressed by the force of Smith.
"This is rather familiar, isn't it?" He asked coldly, tightening his grip on her wrist. Trinity pushed against him with her arm muscle, only to have the Agent force her stomach harder. "The machine restraining the human. The weak human. This reminds me of the good old days when you were in a pod plugged into that 'dreamworld'." Trinity watched him, breathing heavily. His eyes moved over her. "Your species is disgusting almost viral in the way is breeds and moves and evolves and becomes things that shouldn't have been allowed to exist." He let go of her waist, allowing her to breathe again. He tightened the cuffs on her arms, spreading them out from one another so her wrist was resting against the cold bar of the cot.
"So why don't you kill me?" She was daring him. Their eyes locked on one another and simply stared for a moment. "Come on. If I'm such a virus why haven't you shot and killed me yet?"
"I'm..."
"No bullshit!" She screamed now, lifting herself up a couple of inches on her elbows. "You're not waiting for Neo. You're just looking for someone to dictate you're ideas to because like it or not, you and I are almost identical, and that's what makes you so sick!"
The cold metal of a gun was against her temple, causing her skin to prickle at the feeling of it. The Agent's hand was at her throat, hovering as if he was contemplating it. And Trinity could see it in his eyes.
"Do it." She dared him again. "What's stopping you this time? You've pulled that fucking trigger on me before so just do it!"
He was really thinking about it; his fingers tightening at her throat as the gun shook in his hand. The Agent's teeth were clenched like this was something that he wasn't ready to do yet, and Trinity was all the better for it.
What the hell are you doing Trin?
You're crazy!
Every brain cell was scolding her, but she didn't move, staring at the Agent with the same powerful look in her eyes. Finally, Smith brought the gun away and pulled his hand off her neck, where red finger marks still lay. Trinity watched him move from her side before easing herself down on the bed again, her muscles burning from the most activity she'd had in two days. Or what seemed like two days, she thought flippantly, breathing heavily as her wound pulsed. It was a second heart beat now as it throbbed alongside the organ in her chest. She could feel blood seep from it. She didn't tell Smith as the bandage collected a growing red spot from the place of her injury. The Agent seemed oblivious, staring out the window.
It was burning.
He ripped the stitches! Her mind was moving quickly as she breathed slow breaths. Her heart was speeding up, bringing more blood to the source of her broken skin. The bandage seeped a circle of red blood on the outside and Trinity watched as more followed.
"Your minds are trivial." He began, turning as the sunlight from New York caught his face. The window rippled a little as it finished it's tranformation. "Your will is completely useless. And look at how easily your skin fails you." Trin took a deep breath, the pain spreading like wildfire as her senses were overtaken with the loss of blood.
"Pathetic." The Agent said, turning back around. Trinity stared at him for a moment before falling back on the bed again.
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Alright, I will not ask for brutality. I will ask everyone is completely honest and offers ways to improve the story if necessary.
Stormhawk: Meep! Please don't hunt me down! I'll stop! Thank you so much!
mz. b: I really don't deserve the good author comment, but hey, it made my day. So thank you so much!
alocin: Smith is totally going to mess with Trin some more! Just wait until he gets into Plato's theory (hopefully in the next chappie). I swear there will be much more Trin messing coming up! And as for foam hammers (rubs head) THEY HURT! (Pelts rubber duckies at alocin).
Liza Akita: I hope you had a lot of fun doing whatever it was that you were doing that was brutal. Thanks so much for your support! I was so freaked out about this story because I've never written anything that hasn't had at least one of my original characters added it.
Jedijessie: That would have been my dream job to write for the Wachowski's! Thanks so much though, and I'm sure it's not the best fanfiction (although it really made my day to hear that! I love getting good reviews!). Thanks so much for enjoying my story. PS: I read a little of your stories when I saw your e-mail. You totally deserve all the praise you get!
(Smiles really big) Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I think I got everybody...(goes back and checks again and again nervously)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story and whole concept of 'The Matrix' is the property of the wonderful and amazing Wachowski Brothers who make my life fascinating every time I hear Trinity say, "Dodge this" and giggle when Neo says...
"Whoa."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Chapter 3: Comparing
"You hide yourself behind this wall. And you think that you're all powerful. The truth is, you're petrified, and no matter how many times you hear it the more that wall of ice builds around your heart." The Oracle puffed her cigarette, sending a cloud of white smoke to the light above the kitchen. "You're going to have one hell of time when he steps into your life."
"The One." Trinity had mouthed to herself, getting a smile from the Oracle who took another puff of her cigarette.
"Bingo." She commented. Somehow, that wasn't a comfort to Trinity. "You're smarter then I thought. Most just walk in here and ask me stupid questions, making me run in circles repeating myself. They think it's some privilege to be sitting here. I just think it's tiring, personally. And something tells me you hate small talk."
"It's not something I like to do, no." She answered quietly.
"Soft spoken. Tough. You're a stone Trinity. But eventually you are going to meet him, and you are going to have to realize that being a rock is okay. But pushing everyone you love and care for away? That's lonely."
"Being lonely's okay."
"Like I said. You are going to have so much trouble when he comes along."
She opened her eyes again, the remnants of the dream fading along with the remnants of every other falsified memory from the Matrix. It felt like she was simply still inside a dream, the smells of the Matrix so different from the smells of the real world. The Neb smelled like winter. Cold and frosty; stinging her lungs if she inhaled too quickly. Zion was a warm smell. The smell of home. The smell that no matter how many people were in there and how many odours were melded together it always smelled good.
But the Matrix? It smelled specific. Like a computer program picking through the various layers of possible odours. It smelled fake.
Trinity couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The room was lighter, like daytime was coming in through the cracks in the wall. She pulled at her arms again, getting the blood flowing as she felt the hand cuffs restrain her.
Smith was nowhere to be seen.
Her stomach was throbbing again, but the nerves were not torturing her as they had been. She clenched her teeth and flexed her abdomen, feeling the throb become a sting. Releasing it she turned to her left side, looking for some way out. Some way to get free. She relaxed on the bed, breathing heavily. The first time she had been lucid in...
I don't remember. I don't know. I could have been here for God knows how long.
She kicked her mind into logical. She'd been shot before. Come on Trinity. First day? She had vague recollections of something stinging in her arm; blurry visions of the room more around her eyes like a spinning top; Smith touching her wound. Second day. You were more awake. You were talking to Smith. This must be the third day. Three days.
Trinity winced again, lying limp against the bed. It was no use. She was trapped. Lifelessly she brushed the black strands of hair from her eyes.
No I'm not. There's always a way out. Come on Trin, think.
A door? Nope. No door. Okay.
"You know, the Matrix was first a perfect universe." Trinity's eyes shifted, looking towards the wall where the Agent was standing, peering through it like it were a window. The wall shifted and changed, opening to a circular eye to the world below. The view was astonishing, looking out over the buildings of New York. "Humans were peaceful, completely void of any unpleasantries." He turned a little, his black sunglasses facing her like insect eyes. "You see the world was so perfect in every way that it became flawed when your species was unable to make any of its own choices."
Trinity relaxed against the pillow, looking away as she fiddled with the cuffs on her wrists and tried to undo the bounds that held her. The room felt like it was closing in and crushing her, eventually going to kill her.
"This ability for humans to make a choice was so...precious to them that it actually lead to their extinction." He gave a small laugh at this, almost as if he found it humourous that humans had died for their right to have a say. "And humans believe the machines are pathetic."
"Your speeches are driving me insane. Can you please just shut up?"
The Agent glared out the window, looking back at Trinity for a moment.
"There have been five attempts at a ideal Matrix prior to this singular world." The window rippled, changing shape to a almost Disney movie setting. Trinity leered at it dangerously. "The Architect found this design within the mind of a fellow program, one whom you know as the Oracle."
Trinity looked at him at the Oracle's name. She had a twisted feeling in the pit of her stomach, almost like her insides were being crushed.
The Agent glanced at the IV bag that was dwindling on the final amounts of saline. Trinity watched the bag fill immediately with a simple glance and a cocky smirk from the Agent who looked back out the window.
It rippled again. This time, it was the Desert of the Real.
"You didn't know the Oracle was a program did you?"
"It didn't matter. And it doesn't now."
"She could have mislead you."
Trinity looked at the wall to her feet.
"She hasn't been wrong." She whispered.
"So you see Neo, you can't be dead."
The words were just tiding off in the flows of her mind as she tugged on her wrist restraints again.
"The human race is hypocritical." He commented, still looking out the window. "You lie, deceive, take over, and then you blame the machines for doing the same things. And you hate us for it."
"And we're supposed to feel sympathy for the poor, defenceless machines?"
"Sympathy isn't the right word. I would just assume that after millions of years, your species would have evolved into something a little more brilliant."
"Your species (Trinity made sure she noted that word with a mass amount of distaste) would have had me supplying you power for the rest of my god damn life."
"And your species would have had me doing your dirty work." Agent Smith replied, the same amount of disgust evident in his voice as well. "And here we are, drawn back to the simularities between the two once again. Are you going to lead us back into the denial phase?"
"You make me sick." Trinity swore, looking towards her handcuffs again. The bed rail was flimsy. With a good yank she could take it down. Instead, it held true, and she was left tugging on it. There was a hand on her wrists, pushing them back down into the pillow and a hand over the bandages again. Trinity growled as he placed his palm directly over the swollen wound, and pushed down. With a final moan she allowed herself to go limp, her wrists and waist being compressed by the force of Smith.
"This is rather familiar, isn't it?" He asked coldly, tightening his grip on her wrist. Trinity pushed against him with her arm muscle, only to have the Agent force her stomach harder. "The machine restraining the human. The weak human. This reminds me of the good old days when you were in a pod plugged into that 'dreamworld'." Trinity watched him, breathing heavily. His eyes moved over her. "Your species is disgusting almost viral in the way is breeds and moves and evolves and becomes things that shouldn't have been allowed to exist." He let go of her waist, allowing her to breathe again. He tightened the cuffs on her arms, spreading them out from one another so her wrist was resting against the cold bar of the cot.
"So why don't you kill me?" She was daring him. Their eyes locked on one another and simply stared for a moment. "Come on. If I'm such a virus why haven't you shot and killed me yet?"
"I'm..."
"No bullshit!" She screamed now, lifting herself up a couple of inches on her elbows. "You're not waiting for Neo. You're just looking for someone to dictate you're ideas to because like it or not, you and I are almost identical, and that's what makes you so sick!"
The cold metal of a gun was against her temple, causing her skin to prickle at the feeling of it. The Agent's hand was at her throat, hovering as if he was contemplating it. And Trinity could see it in his eyes.
"Do it." She dared him again. "What's stopping you this time? You've pulled that fucking trigger on me before so just do it!"
He was really thinking about it; his fingers tightening at her throat as the gun shook in his hand. The Agent's teeth were clenched like this was something that he wasn't ready to do yet, and Trinity was all the better for it.
What the hell are you doing Trin?
You're crazy!
Every brain cell was scolding her, but she didn't move, staring at the Agent with the same powerful look in her eyes. Finally, Smith brought the gun away and pulled his hand off her neck, where red finger marks still lay. Trinity watched him move from her side before easing herself down on the bed again, her muscles burning from the most activity she'd had in two days. Or what seemed like two days, she thought flippantly, breathing heavily as her wound pulsed. It was a second heart beat now as it throbbed alongside the organ in her chest. She could feel blood seep from it. She didn't tell Smith as the bandage collected a growing red spot from the place of her injury. The Agent seemed oblivious, staring out the window.
It was burning.
He ripped the stitches! Her mind was moving quickly as she breathed slow breaths. Her heart was speeding up, bringing more blood to the source of her broken skin. The bandage seeped a circle of red blood on the outside and Trinity watched as more followed.
"Your minds are trivial." He began, turning as the sunlight from New York caught his face. The window rippled a little as it finished it's tranformation. "Your will is completely useless. And look at how easily your skin fails you." Trin took a deep breath, the pain spreading like wildfire as her senses were overtaken with the loss of blood.
"Pathetic." The Agent said, turning back around. Trinity stared at him for a moment before falling back on the bed again.
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Alright, I will not ask for brutality. I will ask everyone is completely honest and offers ways to improve the story if necessary.