Disclaimer: I don't, and can only dream of the opportunity to, own the
rights to anything related to the Matrix movies. I only write because I
can.
Author: I don't write my best when listening to music, so if part of this sucks, you know why.
***
I instinctively kicked the agent, and learned something important. Agents don't have genitals, so my plan A sucked, on to plan B. I emptied my ten-round clip into the agent's abdomen. The agent dropped, and changed into a SWAT guy.
I dropped the empty clip, and then I realized I had no more ammo. Just then, another SWAT guy began to fire at me, so I threw the empty gun at him. Surprisingly, it hit him.
Then I decided to do something I had never done in my life, try something based off of what one person said. I focused on the want to get another gun, and the entire Matrix seemed to pause, then I found myself in the loading screen.
I pulled out the cell I was carrying. "Geo, get me some guns." I said.
"Uh, yeah." Geo said, sounding very perplexed.
Suddenly I found myself amongst racks upon racks of pistols. I took a pair of Desert Eagle Magnums (the guns the agents carry), and a pair of .45's.
I focused on my need to return to the Matrix, and I was plunked down right where I left. The Matrix restarted, and the others continued their runs up to where I was. I grinned to them, and led the way down the hall.
"Hey, wait," Dreamer suddenly said. "How'd you get those guns?"
"I went back to the loading screen, and picked them up." I said, making everyone else stop.
"Not even Neo can do that." Chill said, shocked.
I pulled out my cell again. "Where's the nearest exit?"
"Second door on your left." Geo said.
I ran, and kicked the door in. The others recovered, and followed me in.
"Link, get ready to pull us." Morpheus said into his cell. Then he, the woman, and Neo left. Then Goliath, Buck, Chill, Dreamer, and I.
I opened my eyes, and stood. The others were staring at me with mixed expressions from shock to wonder. I looked at all of them, "What? Can't you people do stuff like that?"
"No," Chill said. "Not without using the hard line."
"I guess it's because I'm the two." I said.
A chorus of "Hunh's" came from the others.
"Well, if Neo's the one, then I must be the two," I explained. "Never mind, you don't get it."
I sighed, and headed for my quarters. 'What I wouldn't do for a friend right about now.' I thought. I threw myself down onto my bunk, and sighed again.
I heard a knock, more like a tapping, on the bulkhead. I turned over, and saw Dreamer standing there. I was pretty sure my face flushed right there. I was looking directly into her crystal-blue eyes, and I was enticed. Then my curse hit; my fear of talking to girls, especially really cute ones took over.
"Yes?" I asked, sitting up hurriedly.
"I was wondering if I could get to know you better," she said. "After all, we are both sharing the ship with the rest of the crew." She sat down next to me.
"Well, that's true." I said. Damn, you could get lost in her eyes.
"I just can't help but wonder how you feel toward me." she said. She was quick on the ball too, or maybe just psychic.
"Well." I muttered. "I.feel that.you are someone I've, well, been searching for all my life."
"What?" she asked, probably more surprised than angry.
"I feel that you are the right person for me." I said, slightly more confident.
Dreamer leaned over, and gave me a small peck on the cheek. "How am I?" she asked, walking out, and leaving me to sit, more or less in shock.
The right girl had kissed me!
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Author: Read and review! Also, for you nincompoops out there (ducks under the hail of attacking cheese graters), I am using some navy terminology. A bulkhead is a wall, and a corridor is a hall. Future terms include, ladder (steps), deck (floor), and hatch (exterior door).
Author: I don't write my best when listening to music, so if part of this sucks, you know why.
***
I instinctively kicked the agent, and learned something important. Agents don't have genitals, so my plan A sucked, on to plan B. I emptied my ten-round clip into the agent's abdomen. The agent dropped, and changed into a SWAT guy.
I dropped the empty clip, and then I realized I had no more ammo. Just then, another SWAT guy began to fire at me, so I threw the empty gun at him. Surprisingly, it hit him.
Then I decided to do something I had never done in my life, try something based off of what one person said. I focused on the want to get another gun, and the entire Matrix seemed to pause, then I found myself in the loading screen.
I pulled out the cell I was carrying. "Geo, get me some guns." I said.
"Uh, yeah." Geo said, sounding very perplexed.
Suddenly I found myself amongst racks upon racks of pistols. I took a pair of Desert Eagle Magnums (the guns the agents carry), and a pair of .45's.
I focused on my need to return to the Matrix, and I was plunked down right where I left. The Matrix restarted, and the others continued their runs up to where I was. I grinned to them, and led the way down the hall.
"Hey, wait," Dreamer suddenly said. "How'd you get those guns?"
"I went back to the loading screen, and picked them up." I said, making everyone else stop.
"Not even Neo can do that." Chill said, shocked.
I pulled out my cell again. "Where's the nearest exit?"
"Second door on your left." Geo said.
I ran, and kicked the door in. The others recovered, and followed me in.
"Link, get ready to pull us." Morpheus said into his cell. Then he, the woman, and Neo left. Then Goliath, Buck, Chill, Dreamer, and I.
I opened my eyes, and stood. The others were staring at me with mixed expressions from shock to wonder. I looked at all of them, "What? Can't you people do stuff like that?"
"No," Chill said. "Not without using the hard line."
"I guess it's because I'm the two." I said.
A chorus of "Hunh's" came from the others.
"Well, if Neo's the one, then I must be the two," I explained. "Never mind, you don't get it."
I sighed, and headed for my quarters. 'What I wouldn't do for a friend right about now.' I thought. I threw myself down onto my bunk, and sighed again.
I heard a knock, more like a tapping, on the bulkhead. I turned over, and saw Dreamer standing there. I was pretty sure my face flushed right there. I was looking directly into her crystal-blue eyes, and I was enticed. Then my curse hit; my fear of talking to girls, especially really cute ones took over.
"Yes?" I asked, sitting up hurriedly.
"I was wondering if I could get to know you better," she said. "After all, we are both sharing the ship with the rest of the crew." She sat down next to me.
"Well, that's true." I said. Damn, you could get lost in her eyes.
"I just can't help but wonder how you feel toward me." she said. She was quick on the ball too, or maybe just psychic.
"Well." I muttered. "I.feel that.you are someone I've, well, been searching for all my life."
"What?" she asked, probably more surprised than angry.
"I feel that you are the right person for me." I said, slightly more confident.
Dreamer leaned over, and gave me a small peck on the cheek. "How am I?" she asked, walking out, and leaving me to sit, more or less in shock.
The right girl had kissed me!
***
Author: Read and review! Also, for you nincompoops out there (ducks under the hail of attacking cheese graters), I am using some navy terminology. A bulkhead is a wall, and a corridor is a hall. Future terms include, ladder (steps), deck (floor), and hatch (exterior door).