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I became aware of the room around me. It was barely furnished; the only things in the room were a rickety table, and the phone on top of it. Buck sat on top of a couple of crates. Goliath simply stood nearby, rather menacing I might add. Chill checked the pistol in her trench coat. Dreamer shook her head, probably to clear it. I checked the .45 in a shoulder holster under my black jean jacket.
Chill and Dreamer walked out of the room; I followed them outside, and to a black H1. Soon we were riding down numerous backstreets through what I guessed to be New York City. We stopped in a poorly maintained part of the city, and entered a shabby apartment building. We went up to the third floor, and to a room numbered 306.
"Not to sound ominous," Chill said. "But only you can go through that door. We'll wait."
I nodded, and reached for the door, it opened before I could touch it. A young, dark woman motioned for me to enter; I followed her to the kitchen. She left me in the company of a grandmotherly woman with dark skin.
"Hello," the woman said. "As you've guessed, I am the Oracle. You look a bit young to be here."
"I'm fifteen." I said.
"Of course you are," she said. "Now, let me take a look at you." She looked me over quite thoroughly, but she seemed to be slightly shocked by simply touching me. "You seem to have some turmoil in you. It's of no matter, I doubted I would ever see this, but you should ask Chill out there who the One is."
I blinked a few times. The One? What the hell was going on?
"Here," the Oracle said. "Have a cookie."
I took the cookie from her hand, "Thank you." I muttered, lost in thought.
I walked back into the hall. Chill and Dreamer were waiting there. I followed them out to the car again. When Chill had started the engine again, I leaned up from the back seat.
"Chill," I asked. "Who's the One?"
"You see," Chill began. "Back when the Matrix was created, there was a person who could change the Matrix to fit his will. He was the one that freed the first of us. Before the inevitable occurred, he prophesied that there would one day be another like him. The prophecy went on to say that when the One reaches the source, the machines will be defeated, and the war will end. Why?"
"Well," I said. "The Oracle told me to ask you about it."
Chill's cell rang. "Yeah?" her eyes widened. "You're shitting me! Okay, shit." She hung up, and looked at me. "Geo just intercepted a call from the Oracle to the Nebuchanezer. It says you are a second one."
"The wha himmel habble?" I asked.
Suddenly, police sirens opened up behind us. I turned around, and quickly ducked back down as a hail of bullets ripped into the back of the vehicle. I rolled down my window, and looked back, there were a trio of police cars behind us. Two of them had boys in blue in them, but the other had a couple guys in suits.
"Who are the suits?" I asked.
"Agents!" Dreamer yelled, putting down her window, and firing an M-16 at the pursuing cars.
I leaned out of my window again, and began to fire wildly. Dreamer got my attention, and tossed me an H&K UMP-.45 submachine gun. I fired bursts at the Agents' car. I got a couple of the tires to blow out, and the car skidded into a concrete wall. The next thing I knew, one of the other cars had Agents in it.
"What the fuck?" I shouted.
"They're programs that will take over the body of a normal person in the Matrix," Chill shouted back. "You can't truly kill them, but Neo did."
"Who the hell is Neo?"
"He is the first One."
I hastily reloaded, and opened up on the cop cars again. The .45 caliber slugs tore into one of the cars. It swerved, and took out the other car. I turned forward again, and Dreamer pulled herself back into the Hummer. I smiled to her, and she smiled back. My face was awash with heat.
"You're the second One," Chill said, as if nothing happened. "Neo was the first. He got an Agent for keeps about three months ago. You should see him do his stuff."
I was left for the next five or so minutes to think; then we pulled up to where we had entered the Matrix. We climbed out, and I changed the clip in my .45 pistol. We went back to the room. We found Goliath and Buck talking to a trio of people, they turned, and greeted us.
"Hey," Buck said. "Look guys, Neo's here!"
Neo walked up to me. "Judging by your unchanged expression," he said with a slight twist of humor. "You must be Cinn."
"Judging by your attitude," I said, in a flat tone. "You must be Neo."
One of Neo's companions smirked, "I guess you haven't had the time to explain to our young friend who Neo really is."
"I just haven't found time Morpheus." Chill came back.
"Oh," I muttered. "We're all friends."
Morpheus looked at me. He looked like he was about to say something philosophical, when his phone rang. "Yes?" he asked, I could swear his eyes widened. "Damnit." He hung up.
"Well," I said, feeling very punchy about now. "Did your dog get hit by a car?"
"They've cut the hard-line." was all he said before everyone left the room.
I followed the people closely. I was getting kind of tired of being dragged around, and me feeling punchy had me on a hair-trigger.
Neo ran out from a corner, and I heard a massive barrage of gunfire. The others stopped, but he stood there, and just held out his hand, and I saw the bullets stopping in midair, then falling to the floor. I just ran out behind Neo, and began to fire my pistol.
Neo looked back at me as the five or so SWAT members dropped to the ground. I didn't say anything, but tapped the barrel of my pistol twice to the side of my head, a habit I came up with at the arcades, where I had also practiced my marksmanship.
The others didn't bother to do anything but run down the hall. I hastily reloaded, passed the others, and came face-to-face with an agent.
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Author: Ooooooooooh, cliffhanger. Read and review.
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I became aware of the room around me. It was barely furnished; the only things in the room were a rickety table, and the phone on top of it. Buck sat on top of a couple of crates. Goliath simply stood nearby, rather menacing I might add. Chill checked the pistol in her trench coat. Dreamer shook her head, probably to clear it. I checked the .45 in a shoulder holster under my black jean jacket.
Chill and Dreamer walked out of the room; I followed them outside, and to a black H1. Soon we were riding down numerous backstreets through what I guessed to be New York City. We stopped in a poorly maintained part of the city, and entered a shabby apartment building. We went up to the third floor, and to a room numbered 306.
"Not to sound ominous," Chill said. "But only you can go through that door. We'll wait."
I nodded, and reached for the door, it opened before I could touch it. A young, dark woman motioned for me to enter; I followed her to the kitchen. She left me in the company of a grandmotherly woman with dark skin.
"Hello," the woman said. "As you've guessed, I am the Oracle. You look a bit young to be here."
"I'm fifteen." I said.
"Of course you are," she said. "Now, let me take a look at you." She looked me over quite thoroughly, but she seemed to be slightly shocked by simply touching me. "You seem to have some turmoil in you. It's of no matter, I doubted I would ever see this, but you should ask Chill out there who the One is."
I blinked a few times. The One? What the hell was going on?
"Here," the Oracle said. "Have a cookie."
I took the cookie from her hand, "Thank you." I muttered, lost in thought.
I walked back into the hall. Chill and Dreamer were waiting there. I followed them out to the car again. When Chill had started the engine again, I leaned up from the back seat.
"Chill," I asked. "Who's the One?"
"You see," Chill began. "Back when the Matrix was created, there was a person who could change the Matrix to fit his will. He was the one that freed the first of us. Before the inevitable occurred, he prophesied that there would one day be another like him. The prophecy went on to say that when the One reaches the source, the machines will be defeated, and the war will end. Why?"
"Well," I said. "The Oracle told me to ask you about it."
Chill's cell rang. "Yeah?" her eyes widened. "You're shitting me! Okay, shit." She hung up, and looked at me. "Geo just intercepted a call from the Oracle to the Nebuchanezer. It says you are a second one."
"The wha himmel habble?" I asked.
Suddenly, police sirens opened up behind us. I turned around, and quickly ducked back down as a hail of bullets ripped into the back of the vehicle. I rolled down my window, and looked back, there were a trio of police cars behind us. Two of them had boys in blue in them, but the other had a couple guys in suits.
"Who are the suits?" I asked.
"Agents!" Dreamer yelled, putting down her window, and firing an M-16 at the pursuing cars.
I leaned out of my window again, and began to fire wildly. Dreamer got my attention, and tossed me an H&K UMP-.45 submachine gun. I fired bursts at the Agents' car. I got a couple of the tires to blow out, and the car skidded into a concrete wall. The next thing I knew, one of the other cars had Agents in it.
"What the fuck?" I shouted.
"They're programs that will take over the body of a normal person in the Matrix," Chill shouted back. "You can't truly kill them, but Neo did."
"Who the hell is Neo?"
"He is the first One."
I hastily reloaded, and opened up on the cop cars again. The .45 caliber slugs tore into one of the cars. It swerved, and took out the other car. I turned forward again, and Dreamer pulled herself back into the Hummer. I smiled to her, and she smiled back. My face was awash with heat.
"You're the second One," Chill said, as if nothing happened. "Neo was the first. He got an Agent for keeps about three months ago. You should see him do his stuff."
I was left for the next five or so minutes to think; then we pulled up to where we had entered the Matrix. We climbed out, and I changed the clip in my .45 pistol. We went back to the room. We found Goliath and Buck talking to a trio of people, they turned, and greeted us.
"Hey," Buck said. "Look guys, Neo's here!"
Neo walked up to me. "Judging by your unchanged expression," he said with a slight twist of humor. "You must be Cinn."
"Judging by your attitude," I said, in a flat tone. "You must be Neo."
One of Neo's companions smirked, "I guess you haven't had the time to explain to our young friend who Neo really is."
"I just haven't found time Morpheus." Chill came back.
"Oh," I muttered. "We're all friends."
Morpheus looked at me. He looked like he was about to say something philosophical, when his phone rang. "Yes?" he asked, I could swear his eyes widened. "Damnit." He hung up.
"Well," I said, feeling very punchy about now. "Did your dog get hit by a car?"
"They've cut the hard-line." was all he said before everyone left the room.
I followed the people closely. I was getting kind of tired of being dragged around, and me feeling punchy had me on a hair-trigger.
Neo ran out from a corner, and I heard a massive barrage of gunfire. The others stopped, but he stood there, and just held out his hand, and I saw the bullets stopping in midair, then falling to the floor. I just ran out behind Neo, and began to fire my pistol.
Neo looked back at me as the five or so SWAT members dropped to the ground. I didn't say anything, but tapped the barrel of my pistol twice to the side of my head, a habit I came up with at the arcades, where I had also practiced my marksmanship.
The others didn't bother to do anything but run down the hall. I hastily reloaded, passed the others, and came face-to-face with an agent.
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Author: Ooooooooooh, cliffhanger. Read and review.