Jessica Silverflame (formerly known as Jedijessie): Yay! I was kind of worried about doing an all fighting chapter, since basically my story is 90% dialogue, and I was afraid I was going to fail miserably on the action scenes. Thanks for all your help and I can't wait to see your reviews on this!
PS: Thanks for the help offer. You're so awesome! And I won't hesitate!
Alocin: I always root for Smith. Even though, you're right, there's not really a winner in this story since I have to yield to the mighty Wachowski's and their divine plan (poor Neo and Trinity!), but the poor guy is the villain and the villains rarely get cheered for. Thanks so much about the action scenes! I reread them a bunch of times to get them as good as I could.
Selina Enriquez: I hope that's a good speechless. Thanks a lot for sticking around!
Al the Firewoman: Thank you. J . And I really am peeved that no one realized just how AWESOME CAM is! No one gave her an award for anything and there goes silly Catherine Zeta-Jones getting the best actress Oscar for Chicago. Grr…
Misty7: Oh, okay. Thanks! I got really worried there. I couldn't figure out if you liked it or not, because it was a stretch to mention the characters theoretically before the movies are released. And the action chapter was so nice to hear about, because I wasn't sure if I could do that too well since the story is, well, mostly dialogue.
Emerald3: Wow. YAY! Thanks so much for reviewing. I hope you enjoy this chapter too, if you're reading it.
Anna: Thank you for the cookie! (takes it and eats it whole). The white haired guy is one of the twins from previous chapters. I should have gone into more detail on that, sorry. But thanks for the review and the cookie!
Bigred: Yay! Thanks to you for reviewing!
Aqua Phoenix: (stares at the review and a giddy smile creeps across her cheeks because CAM is her freaking hero). Wow. Thank you so much. Everyone's so supportive and I really hope I did Trinity some justice in this story because I love her (dearly, not queerly) and Carrie-Anne Moss. I have to agree with you that Smith and Trinity would be a personality clash to a frightening level. They just don't go together.
Smith and Persephone? (thinks evil thoughts) Lol.
Trin303: (Smiles again) Thanks so much! I'm really happy I got Trinity in character. Hope you keep reading!
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! (Starts to cry and cry and sob and cry some more while smiling giddily)
Disclaimer: Not mine. It's all the Wachowski's.
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Chapter 7: Fascination
Trinity grasped the needle in her hand and walked back to the door, shoving the point between the frame and the door itself. She pulled it down, trying to unlatch the door and get outside. She pulled on the door angrily, shifting the handle under her tightened fist.
The needle point broke off, flipping off and dropping to the floor.
Trinity threw the empty syringe back at the wall and grabbed the handle with both fists and shook it harder. She was certain the handle would eventually come off and she could get out of the room. Again, the walls seemed to fold in around her, enclosing her inside a cocoon where no one would ever find her. Her only escape route was completely shut, locked and bolted and held tight to prevent her from leaving. The warrior tightened her eyelids. Come on, she thought to herself. OPEN, DAMN IT!
She wiped her eyes, tossing the tears aside.
Pull yourself together, Trinity. The strong voice inside her brain was commanding her. But every time she pulled it was like she could feel Neo slipping away. Her Neo. The very reason for living and breathing and hanging onto this frivolous fight one more fucking day. That was what was out there, facing down death or worse and she was powerless.
"NO!" She shouted, yanking harder. She wouldn't accept this feeling of emptiness. With every ticking second, her hollow feelings were eating her and consuming her alive. The door wouldn't budge. It just shook in the frame and stood there, immobile as she pulled and yanked on it.
The door swung open, making Trinity double back and raise her arms to block whatever force came through. Reflexively, she defended, but felt her wrists locked together by the Agent's powerful grip as he pinned her to the wall.
"Why, do you humans persist?" He asked cruelly as Trinity tried to kick him off her, releasing her from this God awful room that couldn't help but tighten around her when Smith was present. His hand moved to her wound again, clamping it around it and pinching it slowly. Trinity bit her teeth together, staring at his eyes. "You realize that your continuous attempts at escape have been in vain and yet you continue to persist and persist."
"Let me go you son of a bitch." She commanded him. Smith tightened his fist on her side.
"It's exactly like your 'real' world." He continued, making Trinity keel on her stomach to contain the pain. It's not real Trinity, she forced herself to chant within the recesses of her mind. That pain isn't real. Those stitches aren't real. Fight it Trinity!
"Your race thinks that they're really free?" He asked her coldly, drawing nearer as a method of intimidation. He was so close to Trinity's face now, his frigid breath moving over her skin and making her shiver. "And yet, you plug back into this world again, and again, destroying lives every time you do it like it somehow pleases you?" It's not real Trinity. Just a computer game. Like looking at your computer screen. Come on, Trinity, you know this. "Why does your race continue to destroy themselves?"
It's not real, Trinity.
"Because…" She mumbled, lowering her head. Smith watched her, as Trinity lifted her bent her leg and threw it into his stomach, tossing him off her. She lowered her arms as he stood up and watched him with a deadly glare.
"Because it is our choice." She said. Smith twisted his head and charged again. Trinity kicked upwards, having her leg batted out of the way quickly as she punched the Agent across the face. She recoiled, throwing her palm upwards at his nose and kicking him away once more. The Agent grinned, pushing off the wall and coming at her again.
Trinity jumped and paused in midair, throwing her foot out and spinning. The Agent's head was thrown sideways and she landed, spinning her leg at him again. His hands grasped the ankle of her boot, and she placed a hand on the wall and spun her opposite leg around, getting him off her foot. The Agent twisted her around and threw her face first into the wall, pulling her back and whipping her around as he drove his head into hers. Trinity was thrown back, hitting the wall with enough force to hurt her aching skull. The Agent punched, throwing her head to the side as she spit a mouthful of blood to the ground.
Not real Trinity. It's not real. The blood's not real, the pain's not real…
Smith drove a fist towards her as Trinity ducked and stood again, dodging a punch by swerving to the right. The Agent moved faster, blurring as he attempted to pummel her in the skull and knock her into unconsciousness or death. Trinity moved around the room, dodging his attacks and trying to concentrate as she did so.
Blood and pain aren't real. He's not real. This whole thing is just a dream. Just a dream. That's all it is…
Trinity pushed her back against the wall. The room seemed so big when she walked around. The walls were crushing on her. It was getting harder to breathe.
Smith threw his fist again, this time so hard and fast that Trinity caught it but had her hand pushed into the wound again. She groaned, flexing her muscles to stop him from digging deeper, but Smith brought his other hand to her throat again. His cold, synthetic skin touched hers and made her skin twitch as he pushed harder.
"Funny how things come back to haunt you." He said, coming closer again and holding her still. No amount of coaxing that the pain wasn't real was going to convince Trinity that the pushing on her oesophagus wasn't real. She lifted her head over his hand.
"What is it about humans?" He asked again, rhetorically as usual. "They just don't understand. They continue to fight and run and fight until the world around them falls and everything they know disappears." Smith's fingers were taking her wrist tightly, pulling her hands together. "You could almost call it…viral." He dragged her forcefully away from the wall, hand ever present on her throat. Trinity felt her muscles twitch, and tried to break free as Smith's finger's snapped to her throat.
"Why does the human nature contradict itself?" He demanded, pulling her head in his direction. His sunglasses had been replaced, and he was staring at her through them with a cold sneer. He actually waited for an answer this time. "Hm?"
"What have you done to Neo?" She demanded, quiet yet firm instead. Smith gave a twisted grin.
"Neo." He repeated, getting that same grin on his face. "He's around."
"Tell me where he is." She ordered, the same fierceness as before even though his hand was firmly placed at her throat. Smith moved closer.
"Around." He assured her through clenched teeth. Trinity persisted.
"You don't frighten me." She guaranteed him. The Agent shook his head.
"Funny how go around in circles isn't it?" He said, pushing her onto the bed again. Trinity would have been afraid if it had been in Smith's nature to try something. She tried to kick back on the bed, but the firm grip on her neck kept her still. "Another human trait that seems cliché with every member of your species."
"Why the fascination?" She asked, keeping him talking. Smith had an arrogance about him. If she kept him talking, she might distract him long enough to get a escape route. Her mind was turning, formulating how much pressure she should put into her kick, how she would get over the bed and out of his clutches. Smith said nothing, surprised at her question.
"Fascination?" He asked, meeting Trinity's dangerous stare.
"You heard me." She spat, watching him. Smith didn't have an answer. Trinity moved her fingers over the covers of the bed, readying her aching muscles to grab Smith's wrist. He sensed her movement, grabbing the IV needle from the table and holding it at a threatening position at her throat. Trinity didn't flinch, continuously watching him. The Agent was either pondering a response or considering killing her. She didn't know precisely which. His expressions were easy to read, but the decisions behind them weren't so simple.
"I have existed with your species far longer then you expect." He replied simply, searching her with a glare that had one question in mind. "There is nothing I don't know about this race."
"Then why the fascination?" She asked again. "Isn't that in itself a little…human?"
Smith sneered at the word, as Trinity grabbed his arm and pried it off her quickly. She flipped over backwards, rolling off the bed and onto the floor. Trinity was absolutely sure her stitches had broken again, although the thought process stopped at that moment as she went back to the door and grabbed the handle.
The door was still locked.
Smith opened the drawer on the table beside the bed and pushed over the compartment where he had left the gun. With a coy smirk, he took aim. Trinity looked up, staring into the barrel of the Agent's weapon.
"Humans never see the clue that are hidden right before their eyes." He said, holding out the weapon, his finger on the trigger. Trinity stared at it.
How did I miss that? How did I fucking miss that?! You knew there was a gun Trinity.
Her blue-grey eyes were on his finger. She watched the hand on the gun and slowly turned the handle, begging it silently to open.
Come on, she thought to herself again. Come on. Please open. I want you to open. I need you to open.
Smith pulled the trigger.
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Gotta love cliffies.
Questions? Comments? I'm always ready to hear them!