Jedijessie: Thanks for all your support! I actually just bought and
watched Matrix Reloaded on DVD and had like this vigil in my room last
night trying to figure out Neo. And then that triggered this very odd
dream about the Matrix. I'm going to try again in the next chapter with
Neo. Thanks again!
Shiro: Wow. Thanks so much! I can't really see and romance between Smith and Trin. She's too devoted to Neo. But I agree, an understanding with Smith would be really intriguing.
Aqua Phoenix: Here's the next chappie! All spruced up and ready to read. And YAY! I found another Kiefer Sutherland lover! I am so happy that I'm not alone! My friends all think I'm insane!
Protectress of Dalidan: Cool nickname by the way. That point you made will actually help, since Neo's going to get into a little trouble with a computer program in the next chapter. Thanks for reviewing!
Selina Enriquez: I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I must go back to check out some more of your art!
Alocin: Yes! Another Kiefer lover! I am so happy that I am no longer alone in this world. My friends all think he's old and ugly, and I want to kill them because I so want to make out with him in the Lost Boys. I'm glad you liked the twins! I actually didn't even realize it till the end that they were in Reloaded and then I had to kick myself because those twinnies are with Merv (lol. I want to write a story about him).
Thanks to everyone who's enjoying! You people are making me so happy because I love reviews!
Disclaimer: I'm sure after 5 chapters now everybody knows that no one in this story is mine.
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Chapter 5: Fearing
Trinity pulled again on the handcuffs with all her strength, willing them unconsciously to snap and let her go. Her wrists were on the verge of bleeding now; she had cut so deeply into the skin from yanking on her bonds. Small scratches made of coagulated fluid were very visible even from her awkward view.
She had awoken to an empty room again, noticing with a glance that the bandages were clean and her wound wasn't bleeding anymore. The bandages were softer, no longer scraping her skin irritatingly. Most likely to protect the stitches again, she thought. Least I don't have to worry about a scar.
Her skin was pink on her right side, stretching out of even the edges of the bandages and stopping luckily at the edge of her ripped top. Her whole side was inflamed and was now a constant pulsing throb. He left out painkillers this time, Trinity thought as she turned her attention back to the cuffs. Petty torments. I'm going to kick his ass.
Trinity clenched her teeth and pursed her lips, using the chains at her feet to pull her hands from inside the cuffs or break the weakening chains. The scratches were developing red fluid at them again, and large drips were falling onto the pillow under her head. Come on, Trinity. Pull. You know this isn't real.
"It sure as hell feels real." She thought as she pulled harder and felt her bullet wound sting and burn again. It felt like her insides were on fire and she could feel the stitches yanking at her skin, threatening to snap again.
It was out of nowhere that the Agent gripped her wrists, blood dropping from under his tightening grip. Trinity groaned, continuing to try and pull. Smith didn't weaken, and in fact smiled at this.
"Wouldn't want you to break your stitches." There was some mock air of motherhood in his voice. Trinity gave a small cry, shaking her arms to try and rid herself of him. The Agent tightened his hands, his knuckles turning white as Trinity felt the blood flow stopping at her hands. The onset of pins and needles was upon her limbs. When all her strength seemed spent, Trinity dropped again lifelessly, gasping for breath from the ordeal and wincing as her sting from her stomach spread through every vein.
This isn't you Trinity. You could have gotten away.
Smith released her wrists and the blood rushing back into them caused a small ache to form. Trinity wiggled her fingers a little to get the blood flow back. The cuts on her wrists stung from the pressure and blood started to flow freely from them.
"Human nature confuses me." He commented dryly in his calm tone. Trinity had noticed the variation in his voice from his emotions. There was his threatening tone, his calm tone, and his rational tone, all very distinct in the way he held himself. "They fear and hate pain, as well as the helplessness it brings, but they are willing to inflict it to themselves if there is some shred of hope that they can break free."
He sat on the edge of the bed again, unlocking one of the cuffs from her wrist and pulled her arm down. Trinity gave a swift jerk, but he shot a look of pure poison and malice at her. The fire in her eyes didn't die, and her pulled her arm sharply, making her shoulder muscles ache from the position they'd been locked in. The warrior on the bed watched him carefully as he wiped off the blood with alcohol. She inhaled sharply.
"Humans actually predicted the way the machines took over their species." He said, still looking at the wrist as he bound it in bandages of a soft variety. The same that he was bound her stomach with. "One of their philosophers created a theory of reality that would actually explain the Matrix as it exists."
Trinity had nothing to say. Smith tied off the bandage and moved it back to the cuff, clamping it in tightly this time. She tightened her eyes as her stomach pulsed again and the Agent took down her other arm.
"Uneducated humans were locked in a cave looking straight ahead at a flat wall." He began, pulling the second roll of bandages over the cuts. Trinity opened her eyes and watched him again as the fierceness of her eyes faded. "Meanwhile, puppeteers moved behind them hidden by a screen and in front of a fire, casting their shadows over a wall." There was the click of the cuff and Trinity was locked in place again. Her stomach slowly stopped hurting, floating off into her nerves and ceasing to exist. "It was believed that the humans would see the shadows and consider them as their reality. As if the shadow of a book really was a book."
The lights around the room were dimming. Trinity understood what her body was telling her. It was night now, wherever she was. The window to her left was growing darker as stars started appearing. Usually she could fight sleep, telling the natural flows of even her real world body that it wasn't necessary.
"I suppose the humans would talk amongst themselves, and if they did they would use the names of the objects that were passing by in front of them." He commented, looking at Trinity again with that same look in his eye he always had. She couldn't explain it. It was like he was looking down at her. Like he saw her as a lesser being. "But they wouldn't be speaking of what they thought they were. They would be mistaken if they referred to the shadow of a book as a book."
Trinity looked away, turning her head into the pillow.
"The humans within the Matrix are simply locked in a cave." Smith said, making the final comparison. "One of their own species predicted it and still, they fell to ruin within the machine world."
"And the machines are the puppeteers." Trinity added in quietly, looking away from his piercing stare that made her shiver. Smith didn't seem surprised. He looked at her again, as Trinity's stare moved to the floor. The shards of leather were gone now, and the blood had been cleaned.
"Why the fascination?" She asked calmly. Smith said nothing, and stood up again, moving to the window again. Trinity sighed deeply, looking at him and then looking back at her hands.
"Why? The human question that is more obnoxious then humans themselves." He commented, turning Trinity's attention to him. "There has to be a reason, some fundamental purpose for everything and humans must know it. Why does the sun rise in the East? Why is the sky blue? Why? Why? Why?" Smith turned and moved back towards the bed a little and Trinity watched him carefully, turning her head with him. "And even when they discover the purpose, it doesn't seem to matter that another human being does nothing with their life."
"You're comparing us to a species that revolves itself around purpose." Trinity stated quietly, the will to fight within her subsiding and the pressure within her chest lowering to the point where she could have a rational conversation. Smith looked at her again, moving back to the side of the bed. "Our species is your power station. What the hell are you complaining about?"
"Complaining?" He asked innocently. "I do not complain."
"You're bickering like a child." Trinity said, watching his hand move threateningly over her wound.
"I broke your stitches once I can do it again."
"You. Don't. Scare. Me." Trinity said sternly, making sure her point got across. The Agent smiled and gave a weak laugh.
"You're terrified." Smith spat back, making Trinity pull on her arms with rage. "You've been petrified of me since the first moment you saw me. I saw the way you ran. You were running from fear."
"Shut up." She snapped. The Agent found amusement in this, his eyes gleaming with happiness at her frustration. "You know nothing about me."
"I know everything about you." The Agent threatened, making Trinity's muscles tighten. "And that's what make you paralyzed with fear."
"Fuck off." She finally said. "Just fuck off."
"Look yourself. You're completely and utterly afraid of me." Trinity was shaking more with rage then fear. Right now, she was pissed off to her limit, completely prepared to kill him with her bare hands. She breathed deeply, looking away.
"What is it? Is it the understanding that humans fear? Is it the difference of our physical beings?" Trinity shut her eyes, trying to ignore him, turning her head from him. His hand grasped her chin and pulled her back to his face, staring at her again while her irises burned with fire. "What makes you so scared to even look at me?"
Trinity said nothing. The lesions on her wrists were burning from the pressure as she pulled to release herself.
"Fear. One of the most predictable human responses." He said, tossing her head back on the pillow. Trinity breathed heavily, wincing again as pain in her stomach starting throbbing again. "It goes hand in hand with denial and weakness." The Agent moved back to the window. Trinity said nothing. She shook her fists again trying to break free.
For a while neither said anything. He barely turned to acknowledge Trinity. She allowed the rage within her to be channeled to getting free. Giving up, Trinity lay still for a while, testing the reaction of the Agent. The Agent stared through the wall and turned slowly again, glancing at Trinity and her closed eyes. She controlled her breathing to make him think was she was asleep.
He waited a little longer, still making sure she wasn't conscious. Trinity continued to breathe slowly, waiting for something. There has to be a way out, she knew it. And she had to wait for him to do it.
Within an instant, Trinity heard a door open and close. Her heart skipped a beat, looking in the direction of the sound, as she made out the outline of a doorframe that was hidden in the wooden walls. With newfound strength, she started to pull on the cuffs.
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Worried about Neo? That's next chapter. Trinity? That's the following chapter. Wondering about the Allegory of the Cave? Smith continues after a little while. And if you're really looking for good info on the theory, read Plato's The Republic. Very thought provoking.
Shiro: Wow. Thanks so much! I can't really see and romance between Smith and Trin. She's too devoted to Neo. But I agree, an understanding with Smith would be really intriguing.
Aqua Phoenix: Here's the next chappie! All spruced up and ready to read. And YAY! I found another Kiefer Sutherland lover! I am so happy that I'm not alone! My friends all think I'm insane!
Protectress of Dalidan: Cool nickname by the way. That point you made will actually help, since Neo's going to get into a little trouble with a computer program in the next chapter. Thanks for reviewing!
Selina Enriquez: I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I must go back to check out some more of your art!
Alocin: Yes! Another Kiefer lover! I am so happy that I am no longer alone in this world. My friends all think he's old and ugly, and I want to kill them because I so want to make out with him in the Lost Boys. I'm glad you liked the twins! I actually didn't even realize it till the end that they were in Reloaded and then I had to kick myself because those twinnies are with Merv (lol. I want to write a story about him).
Thanks to everyone who's enjoying! You people are making me so happy because I love reviews!
Disclaimer: I'm sure after 5 chapters now everybody knows that no one in this story is mine.
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Chapter 5: Fearing
Trinity pulled again on the handcuffs with all her strength, willing them unconsciously to snap and let her go. Her wrists were on the verge of bleeding now; she had cut so deeply into the skin from yanking on her bonds. Small scratches made of coagulated fluid were very visible even from her awkward view.
She had awoken to an empty room again, noticing with a glance that the bandages were clean and her wound wasn't bleeding anymore. The bandages were softer, no longer scraping her skin irritatingly. Most likely to protect the stitches again, she thought. Least I don't have to worry about a scar.
Her skin was pink on her right side, stretching out of even the edges of the bandages and stopping luckily at the edge of her ripped top. Her whole side was inflamed and was now a constant pulsing throb. He left out painkillers this time, Trinity thought as she turned her attention back to the cuffs. Petty torments. I'm going to kick his ass.
Trinity clenched her teeth and pursed her lips, using the chains at her feet to pull her hands from inside the cuffs or break the weakening chains. The scratches were developing red fluid at them again, and large drips were falling onto the pillow under her head. Come on, Trinity. Pull. You know this isn't real.
"It sure as hell feels real." She thought as she pulled harder and felt her bullet wound sting and burn again. It felt like her insides were on fire and she could feel the stitches yanking at her skin, threatening to snap again.
It was out of nowhere that the Agent gripped her wrists, blood dropping from under his tightening grip. Trinity groaned, continuing to try and pull. Smith didn't weaken, and in fact smiled at this.
"Wouldn't want you to break your stitches." There was some mock air of motherhood in his voice. Trinity gave a small cry, shaking her arms to try and rid herself of him. The Agent tightened his hands, his knuckles turning white as Trinity felt the blood flow stopping at her hands. The onset of pins and needles was upon her limbs. When all her strength seemed spent, Trinity dropped again lifelessly, gasping for breath from the ordeal and wincing as her sting from her stomach spread through every vein.
This isn't you Trinity. You could have gotten away.
Smith released her wrists and the blood rushing back into them caused a small ache to form. Trinity wiggled her fingers a little to get the blood flow back. The cuts on her wrists stung from the pressure and blood started to flow freely from them.
"Human nature confuses me." He commented dryly in his calm tone. Trinity had noticed the variation in his voice from his emotions. There was his threatening tone, his calm tone, and his rational tone, all very distinct in the way he held himself. "They fear and hate pain, as well as the helplessness it brings, but they are willing to inflict it to themselves if there is some shred of hope that they can break free."
He sat on the edge of the bed again, unlocking one of the cuffs from her wrist and pulled her arm down. Trinity gave a swift jerk, but he shot a look of pure poison and malice at her. The fire in her eyes didn't die, and her pulled her arm sharply, making her shoulder muscles ache from the position they'd been locked in. The warrior on the bed watched him carefully as he wiped off the blood with alcohol. She inhaled sharply.
"Humans actually predicted the way the machines took over their species." He said, still looking at the wrist as he bound it in bandages of a soft variety. The same that he was bound her stomach with. "One of their philosophers created a theory of reality that would actually explain the Matrix as it exists."
Trinity had nothing to say. Smith tied off the bandage and moved it back to the cuff, clamping it in tightly this time. She tightened her eyes as her stomach pulsed again and the Agent took down her other arm.
"Uneducated humans were locked in a cave looking straight ahead at a flat wall." He began, pulling the second roll of bandages over the cuts. Trinity opened her eyes and watched him again as the fierceness of her eyes faded. "Meanwhile, puppeteers moved behind them hidden by a screen and in front of a fire, casting their shadows over a wall." There was the click of the cuff and Trinity was locked in place again. Her stomach slowly stopped hurting, floating off into her nerves and ceasing to exist. "It was believed that the humans would see the shadows and consider them as their reality. As if the shadow of a book really was a book."
The lights around the room were dimming. Trinity understood what her body was telling her. It was night now, wherever she was. The window to her left was growing darker as stars started appearing. Usually she could fight sleep, telling the natural flows of even her real world body that it wasn't necessary.
"I suppose the humans would talk amongst themselves, and if they did they would use the names of the objects that were passing by in front of them." He commented, looking at Trinity again with that same look in his eye he always had. She couldn't explain it. It was like he was looking down at her. Like he saw her as a lesser being. "But they wouldn't be speaking of what they thought they were. They would be mistaken if they referred to the shadow of a book as a book."
Trinity looked away, turning her head into the pillow.
"The humans within the Matrix are simply locked in a cave." Smith said, making the final comparison. "One of their own species predicted it and still, they fell to ruin within the machine world."
"And the machines are the puppeteers." Trinity added in quietly, looking away from his piercing stare that made her shiver. Smith didn't seem surprised. He looked at her again, as Trinity's stare moved to the floor. The shards of leather were gone now, and the blood had been cleaned.
"Why the fascination?" She asked calmly. Smith said nothing, and stood up again, moving to the window again. Trinity sighed deeply, looking at him and then looking back at her hands.
"Why? The human question that is more obnoxious then humans themselves." He commented, turning Trinity's attention to him. "There has to be a reason, some fundamental purpose for everything and humans must know it. Why does the sun rise in the East? Why is the sky blue? Why? Why? Why?" Smith turned and moved back towards the bed a little and Trinity watched him carefully, turning her head with him. "And even when they discover the purpose, it doesn't seem to matter that another human being does nothing with their life."
"You're comparing us to a species that revolves itself around purpose." Trinity stated quietly, the will to fight within her subsiding and the pressure within her chest lowering to the point where she could have a rational conversation. Smith looked at her again, moving back to the side of the bed. "Our species is your power station. What the hell are you complaining about?"
"Complaining?" He asked innocently. "I do not complain."
"You're bickering like a child." Trinity said, watching his hand move threateningly over her wound.
"I broke your stitches once I can do it again."
"You. Don't. Scare. Me." Trinity said sternly, making sure her point got across. The Agent smiled and gave a weak laugh.
"You're terrified." Smith spat back, making Trinity pull on her arms with rage. "You've been petrified of me since the first moment you saw me. I saw the way you ran. You were running from fear."
"Shut up." She snapped. The Agent found amusement in this, his eyes gleaming with happiness at her frustration. "You know nothing about me."
"I know everything about you." The Agent threatened, making Trinity's muscles tighten. "And that's what make you paralyzed with fear."
"Fuck off." She finally said. "Just fuck off."
"Look yourself. You're completely and utterly afraid of me." Trinity was shaking more with rage then fear. Right now, she was pissed off to her limit, completely prepared to kill him with her bare hands. She breathed deeply, looking away.
"What is it? Is it the understanding that humans fear? Is it the difference of our physical beings?" Trinity shut her eyes, trying to ignore him, turning her head from him. His hand grasped her chin and pulled her back to his face, staring at her again while her irises burned with fire. "What makes you so scared to even look at me?"
Trinity said nothing. The lesions on her wrists were burning from the pressure as she pulled to release herself.
"Fear. One of the most predictable human responses." He said, tossing her head back on the pillow. Trinity breathed heavily, wincing again as pain in her stomach starting throbbing again. "It goes hand in hand with denial and weakness." The Agent moved back to the window. Trinity said nothing. She shook her fists again trying to break free.
For a while neither said anything. He barely turned to acknowledge Trinity. She allowed the rage within her to be channeled to getting free. Giving up, Trinity lay still for a while, testing the reaction of the Agent. The Agent stared through the wall and turned slowly again, glancing at Trinity and her closed eyes. She controlled her breathing to make him think was she was asleep.
He waited a little longer, still making sure she wasn't conscious. Trinity continued to breathe slowly, waiting for something. There has to be a way out, she knew it. And she had to wait for him to do it.
Within an instant, Trinity heard a door open and close. Her heart skipped a beat, looking in the direction of the sound, as she made out the outline of a doorframe that was hidden in the wooden walls. With newfound strength, she started to pull on the cuffs.
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Worried about Neo? That's next chapter. Trinity? That's the following chapter. Wondering about the Allegory of the Cave? Smith continues after a little while. And if you're really looking for good info on the theory, read Plato's The Republic. Very thought provoking.