Fear of Truth
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own any part of the Matrix. It all belongs to the Wachowski Brothers, and Warner Bros. I'm just taking their world for a spin.
I remember being freed. I remember that first breath I took without that goddamned tube down my throat. I remember breathing in that damp, dusty air. I remember the feeling of the pod surrounding my body. Later, when I learned of the contents of the pod, I threw up.repeatedly. But most importantly, I remember being petrified. Never had I felt such a fear. I was so afraid, that it was very possible that my first breath would very shortly have been followed by my last. I don't know how I didn't die of fright when I got flushed. I think the only thing that kept me alive was the fact that I blacked out.
I woke up on the table, my whole body numb. I thought I was paralyzed. I wanted to scream, but all that came out of my mouth was a weak squeak. There was a bright light in my eyes. People were hovering over me. They were people I didn't know! I wanted to go back! I wanted to go home! My heart was pounding in time to a beeping on one of the monitors. "Calm down," said a voice. I looked up and saw Morpheus. I wanted to kill him!! Why hadn't he told me this would happen to me? I chose not to recall that he had warned me. That didn't matter. All that mattered was that I wanted out. I told him as much.
"I told you, Rhea," he said calmly. " You cannot go back. Your have made your choice. This cannot be undone. Rest. The fear will pass once you have answers. Those will come when you are ready. Rest just a little while longer." I didn't know what to do, so I obeyed him. I closed my aching eyes, and slept. I could at least dream of home.
The next time I awoke, my eyes felt better, and I could look around. I was still on the table. I looked at my body. There were pins all over me! What were they doing?? A small man was tending to me. He was slowly removing the pins. I watched. The feeling was slowly returning to parts of my body. I took my first easy breath in this place when I realized that I could move. The fear would soon return though.
They moved me. With the help of the small man, I shuffled though corridors. The very sight of them was horrifying. They looked cold, menacing.dead. Finally, we stopped at a door. Depositing me in the room, the man left me alone.
The first thing I did was look for a mirror. When I found one, I thought I might throw up. I was horrifying! I was disgusting! But I was still myself. That was my face looking back at me. My head spun, and I quickly sat down, putting my head between my knees.
That image in the mirror had made me realize a truth that I was far from ready to face. My life was over.
The next months were a blur of simulations, training, revelations and explanations. I rejected the truth for a long time. I refused to believe it. It was just too horrifying. I've never thrown up so much in such a short amount of time. With time, as I finally accepted the truth, the terror subsided, and turned into a dull fear. It was always there in the back of my mind. Always ready to strike. Waiting to overcome me.
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Well, that was chapter one of my first fic. Love it? Hate it? Review.
If people don't hate my work too much, I'll post another chapter.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own any part of the Matrix. It all belongs to the Wachowski Brothers, and Warner Bros. I'm just taking their world for a spin.
I remember being freed. I remember that first breath I took without that goddamned tube down my throat. I remember breathing in that damp, dusty air. I remember the feeling of the pod surrounding my body. Later, when I learned of the contents of the pod, I threw up.repeatedly. But most importantly, I remember being petrified. Never had I felt such a fear. I was so afraid, that it was very possible that my first breath would very shortly have been followed by my last. I don't know how I didn't die of fright when I got flushed. I think the only thing that kept me alive was the fact that I blacked out.
I woke up on the table, my whole body numb. I thought I was paralyzed. I wanted to scream, but all that came out of my mouth was a weak squeak. There was a bright light in my eyes. People were hovering over me. They were people I didn't know! I wanted to go back! I wanted to go home! My heart was pounding in time to a beeping on one of the monitors. "Calm down," said a voice. I looked up and saw Morpheus. I wanted to kill him!! Why hadn't he told me this would happen to me? I chose not to recall that he had warned me. That didn't matter. All that mattered was that I wanted out. I told him as much.
"I told you, Rhea," he said calmly. " You cannot go back. Your have made your choice. This cannot be undone. Rest. The fear will pass once you have answers. Those will come when you are ready. Rest just a little while longer." I didn't know what to do, so I obeyed him. I closed my aching eyes, and slept. I could at least dream of home.
The next time I awoke, my eyes felt better, and I could look around. I was still on the table. I looked at my body. There were pins all over me! What were they doing?? A small man was tending to me. He was slowly removing the pins. I watched. The feeling was slowly returning to parts of my body. I took my first easy breath in this place when I realized that I could move. The fear would soon return though.
They moved me. With the help of the small man, I shuffled though corridors. The very sight of them was horrifying. They looked cold, menacing.dead. Finally, we stopped at a door. Depositing me in the room, the man left me alone.
The first thing I did was look for a mirror. When I found one, I thought I might throw up. I was horrifying! I was disgusting! But I was still myself. That was my face looking back at me. My head spun, and I quickly sat down, putting my head between my knees.
That image in the mirror had made me realize a truth that I was far from ready to face. My life was over.
The next months were a blur of simulations, training, revelations and explanations. I rejected the truth for a long time. I refused to believe it. It was just too horrifying. I've never thrown up so much in such a short amount of time. With time, as I finally accepted the truth, the terror subsided, and turned into a dull fear. It was always there in the back of my mind. Always ready to strike. Waiting to overcome me.
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Well, that was chapter one of my first fic. Love it? Hate it? Review.
If people don't hate my work too much, I'll post another chapter.