A/N: I saw Revolutions Wednesday night and I have to say I wasn't
surprised. Some may say it sucked others may say it was great, but I have
to tell ya, I left that movie theatre thoroughly entertained. And that's
all that really matters. The special effects were unbelievable. And all
though it mostly became kinda cliché, I loved Neo's alternate vision. The
only down point of the night was when I got sick from the crappy movie
theatre popcorn. I was hella happy to see Seraph kicking some major ass.
He's one of my new favorites. Kinda mad the Twins aren't in it but oh well.
They'll live on in fanfiction. And I loved Smith's Jack Nicholson
impression. Was I the only one who recognized it? Anyway, go! READ! I
command it of you!
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Title: Divine Being My Encoded Ass!
Moments passed by that seemed like an eternity to our four heroes. Finally, light flooded back into the room only to reveal a room full of black television screens and an empty space where the door used to be. "Ah Hell! We're trapped like rats!" Spike cried as he rushed to where the door once was. " What are we going to do now?! I can't be stuck in here for all of eternity with you idiots!" Agent Smith began to pace back and forth, sweating profusely. "Is it getting really hot in here or is it just me?! Wait a minute! Did the walls just move closer in!!!" Smith loosened his tie and hugged his table leg closer to his body as if it were a teddy bear. " Don't you know I feel the walls closing in." Two began to sing. One grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Awwww. Poor ex-agent. Afraid of closed quarters are we? Added to your impressive attributes of egomaniac and bad- ass, should we add claustrophobic as well?" Agent Smith bristled and bonked Two on the head with what Smith now affectionately called "Mr. Table Leg". Two quickly sobered up but not quick enough to detour the rage of Smith and Mr. Table Leg. "Mr. Table Leg says to "El Ka-Bong" you, now!" Smith yelled as he chased One around the room. Spike watched the two run around the small room until his head started to hurt. He then decided to raid The Architect's liquor bar/desk. ~ This is going to be a Hell of a long eternity. ~ Spike thought as he tried to drown his sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels. When the alcohol, once again, went right through his body he slid down to the floor and wept.
As Smith repeatedly thrashed One with his table leg, the television screens one by one began to come to life. Part of an arm, a leg, a thigh, each screen showed more and more of what the captives were going to be forced to watch. Possibly for all of eternity. It didn't take long for Spike, Smith and One to deduct that whoever it was on the screen was female and wearing very little. The naughtiest, dirtiest most devilish grins appeared slowly on each of their faces. Everything was shown of the young woman, accept for her head. She was parading around on stage in nothing but tight pink leather pants and a white tube top that was small enough to be in the Children's Department. Lastly, the head of the woman popped onto three of the top screens and the three killers screamed in unbridled, unadulterated horror. "OH MY GOD! IT'S BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!!" Two dashed up, razor in hand. "WHERE IS SHE! I'LL KILL HER!!!" Two started running around doing spiffy razor tricks to illustrate his point. It was only after he calmed down that he realized that he tore slashes into his brother's and Agent Smith's clothes. Spike was the only one untouched but the emotional trauma of watching Ms. Spears was enough to make him sink to the floor and shrivel up into a fetal position. "Sorry guys." Two whispered sheepishly as he bent down to check on Spike. "Spike?" "Mommy? Is that you mommy? Please make that bad, bad woman go away, mommy." Agent Smith raised his perfectly arched eyebrow at the fallen ghampire. "Don't worry. I'll take care of this." Smith El Ka-Bonged Spike over the head, knocking the sense back into his bottle blonde head. "Owww! Bloody Hell! What did you do that for?!" Spike roared as he rubbed his head and uneasily made it to his feet. "We're gonna be stuck in here forever with that succubus until we figure out a way outta here! And I'm not above throwing another tantrum!" Two cried, his eyes staring to become glassy with unshed tears. "Uh, guys. I think the only way out is up." One said while pointing up to the small door where the strings that were attached to The Architect seemingly originated.
"Oh Heeelllll no! I'm not going up there! You heard what the disembodied voice of that crazied Cat said! Up there dwells SHE! I'm not ready to face anything else this crazy ass asylum has to throw at us." This time, the outburst came from Smith, making the others raise their eyebrows, even though they weren't as angular or intimidating as Smith's. "Ok. Calm down, you just keep stroking your table leg." The twins looked at Spike and Smith with identical disturbed faces. "You know, when I was growing up, they called it 'Pocket pool'." One replied as Two blushed. The agent and the ghampire looked at the twins with the same look the two had just moments earlier. "Oh shut up! We have to figure out how we're gonna get up there!" What the room lacked in width, it made up for in depth. The ceiling was far beyond the reach of any of the four, even when standing on the Architect's mini bar/desk. For the fifth time, Two jumped up and down on the mini bar/desk trying to grab the string that was on the small door and unceremoniously fell down. Luckily he had the floor to break his fall. Two quickly got back to his feet, trying desperately to grab the remands of his shredded dignity. Unfortunately it was much like his brother's coat that met the blade of his razor when he threw his tantrum. A lost cause. "Ok. I guess that won't work." "No duh!" "Shut up, One!" The four exasperated baddies stood there thinking of ways to solve their dilemma. In the room, they could here ticking and the Jeopardy theme song began to play. As son as the song was over, a bright bulb could be seen over One's head. "Eureka! I think I've got it!"
On top of The Architect's mini bar /desk we see four of the most terrifying, awe-admiring, scary-ass killers were seen. One on top of the other, trying to reach the string on the secret ceiling door. Spike, concentrating to make his body solid was at the bottom, with Two on his shoulders. Agent Smith was on Two's shoulders and One was on Smith's shoulders. "Why do I have to be on the bottom!" yelled Spike. "Because we called 'Not It' before you did." Smith replied in his arrogant tone and patented smirk. "Well, then. I guess that makes. Unless the ghampire that you all decided to team against would happen to make his body incorporeal again." Smith looked down at the ghampire's bleached head and narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't dare." Not being one to break a threat, Spike voluntarily lost his concentration, causing the programs to fall to the floor, flat on their asses. They all glared up at the smiling ghampire. "Oops. My bad." Smith was the first to make his way back on top of the desk. "Mark my words, Blondie! When we get out of this hellhole my vengeance will be swift and painful."
The second time proved to be the charm because Spike, who was now unsurprisingly on top of the other three men, was able to grab the string. When he tugged on it, the door opened and a ladder that reached al the way to the floor slid out, hitting the ghampire in the face. This resulted in a domino effect causing the four to sway back and forth until their tower fell down in a great mangled bunch of arms and legs. After putting the remains of their dignity in little tic-tac containers and waking Spike with One's rendition of "Oops.I Did It Again", the four climbed the ladder into what they knew would be their doom. Once they were in the room, the door behind them closed and Two, being the last one to enter, jumped at the noise. Wherever they were, it was pitched black except for a light that seemed to follow them. Without warning, light after light began to click on in the room. The floors were hardwood and the walls were forest green. On each of the walls were pictures of Agent Smith, the Twins and Spike. But not just regular pictures that adorned the walls of the ordinary fangirls that each bad ass knew they had, these were pictures of them eating, sleeping, showering. "Noooooo." Smith moaned in horror. "This can't be!" Spike and the Twins were looking around with huge, bright eyes, looking all twitchy and scared sh**less. "WHERE IN THE HELL ARE WE!" Two screamed as he spotted a picture of him dressed as a cheerleader. "You are in my sanctuary." Replied a calm voice. The four whirled around to see a single light illuminate a desk with a large, black leather chair in front of a desk with a computer on top of it. The chair whirled around and the four were finally confronted with HER. "This is my Fortress of Hottitude." Explained Jaded16. "And you are my captives. MUWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" At this revelation, the Four promptly fainted, realizing that what they were facing was the most ruthless, incorrigible excuse for a human being every to terrorize the planet....
THE CRAZED FANGIRL FANFICTION WRITER!
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Go ahead. Press that button right down there.
Love,
Jaded316
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Title: Divine Being My Encoded Ass!
Moments passed by that seemed like an eternity to our four heroes. Finally, light flooded back into the room only to reveal a room full of black television screens and an empty space where the door used to be. "Ah Hell! We're trapped like rats!" Spike cried as he rushed to where the door once was. " What are we going to do now?! I can't be stuck in here for all of eternity with you idiots!" Agent Smith began to pace back and forth, sweating profusely. "Is it getting really hot in here or is it just me?! Wait a minute! Did the walls just move closer in!!!" Smith loosened his tie and hugged his table leg closer to his body as if it were a teddy bear. " Don't you know I feel the walls closing in." Two began to sing. One grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Awwww. Poor ex-agent. Afraid of closed quarters are we? Added to your impressive attributes of egomaniac and bad- ass, should we add claustrophobic as well?" Agent Smith bristled and bonked Two on the head with what Smith now affectionately called "Mr. Table Leg". Two quickly sobered up but not quick enough to detour the rage of Smith and Mr. Table Leg. "Mr. Table Leg says to "El Ka-Bong" you, now!" Smith yelled as he chased One around the room. Spike watched the two run around the small room until his head started to hurt. He then decided to raid The Architect's liquor bar/desk. ~ This is going to be a Hell of a long eternity. ~ Spike thought as he tried to drown his sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels. When the alcohol, once again, went right through his body he slid down to the floor and wept.
As Smith repeatedly thrashed One with his table leg, the television screens one by one began to come to life. Part of an arm, a leg, a thigh, each screen showed more and more of what the captives were going to be forced to watch. Possibly for all of eternity. It didn't take long for Spike, Smith and One to deduct that whoever it was on the screen was female and wearing very little. The naughtiest, dirtiest most devilish grins appeared slowly on each of their faces. Everything was shown of the young woman, accept for her head. She was parading around on stage in nothing but tight pink leather pants and a white tube top that was small enough to be in the Children's Department. Lastly, the head of the woman popped onto three of the top screens and the three killers screamed in unbridled, unadulterated horror. "OH MY GOD! IT'S BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!!" Two dashed up, razor in hand. "WHERE IS SHE! I'LL KILL HER!!!" Two started running around doing spiffy razor tricks to illustrate his point. It was only after he calmed down that he realized that he tore slashes into his brother's and Agent Smith's clothes. Spike was the only one untouched but the emotional trauma of watching Ms. Spears was enough to make him sink to the floor and shrivel up into a fetal position. "Sorry guys." Two whispered sheepishly as he bent down to check on Spike. "Spike?" "Mommy? Is that you mommy? Please make that bad, bad woman go away, mommy." Agent Smith raised his perfectly arched eyebrow at the fallen ghampire. "Don't worry. I'll take care of this." Smith El Ka-Bonged Spike over the head, knocking the sense back into his bottle blonde head. "Owww! Bloody Hell! What did you do that for?!" Spike roared as he rubbed his head and uneasily made it to his feet. "We're gonna be stuck in here forever with that succubus until we figure out a way outta here! And I'm not above throwing another tantrum!" Two cried, his eyes staring to become glassy with unshed tears. "Uh, guys. I think the only way out is up." One said while pointing up to the small door where the strings that were attached to The Architect seemingly originated.
"Oh Heeelllll no! I'm not going up there! You heard what the disembodied voice of that crazied Cat said! Up there dwells SHE! I'm not ready to face anything else this crazy ass asylum has to throw at us." This time, the outburst came from Smith, making the others raise their eyebrows, even though they weren't as angular or intimidating as Smith's. "Ok. Calm down, you just keep stroking your table leg." The twins looked at Spike and Smith with identical disturbed faces. "You know, when I was growing up, they called it 'Pocket pool'." One replied as Two blushed. The agent and the ghampire looked at the twins with the same look the two had just moments earlier. "Oh shut up! We have to figure out how we're gonna get up there!" What the room lacked in width, it made up for in depth. The ceiling was far beyond the reach of any of the four, even when standing on the Architect's mini bar/desk. For the fifth time, Two jumped up and down on the mini bar/desk trying to grab the string that was on the small door and unceremoniously fell down. Luckily he had the floor to break his fall. Two quickly got back to his feet, trying desperately to grab the remands of his shredded dignity. Unfortunately it was much like his brother's coat that met the blade of his razor when he threw his tantrum. A lost cause. "Ok. I guess that won't work." "No duh!" "Shut up, One!" The four exasperated baddies stood there thinking of ways to solve their dilemma. In the room, they could here ticking and the Jeopardy theme song began to play. As son as the song was over, a bright bulb could be seen over One's head. "Eureka! I think I've got it!"
On top of The Architect's mini bar /desk we see four of the most terrifying, awe-admiring, scary-ass killers were seen. One on top of the other, trying to reach the string on the secret ceiling door. Spike, concentrating to make his body solid was at the bottom, with Two on his shoulders. Agent Smith was on Two's shoulders and One was on Smith's shoulders. "Why do I have to be on the bottom!" yelled Spike. "Because we called 'Not It' before you did." Smith replied in his arrogant tone and patented smirk. "Well, then. I guess that makes. Unless the ghampire that you all decided to team against would happen to make his body incorporeal again." Smith looked down at the ghampire's bleached head and narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't dare." Not being one to break a threat, Spike voluntarily lost his concentration, causing the programs to fall to the floor, flat on their asses. They all glared up at the smiling ghampire. "Oops. My bad." Smith was the first to make his way back on top of the desk. "Mark my words, Blondie! When we get out of this hellhole my vengeance will be swift and painful."
The second time proved to be the charm because Spike, who was now unsurprisingly on top of the other three men, was able to grab the string. When he tugged on it, the door opened and a ladder that reached al the way to the floor slid out, hitting the ghampire in the face. This resulted in a domino effect causing the four to sway back and forth until their tower fell down in a great mangled bunch of arms and legs. After putting the remains of their dignity in little tic-tac containers and waking Spike with One's rendition of "Oops.I Did It Again", the four climbed the ladder into what they knew would be their doom. Once they were in the room, the door behind them closed and Two, being the last one to enter, jumped at the noise. Wherever they were, it was pitched black except for a light that seemed to follow them. Without warning, light after light began to click on in the room. The floors were hardwood and the walls were forest green. On each of the walls were pictures of Agent Smith, the Twins and Spike. But not just regular pictures that adorned the walls of the ordinary fangirls that each bad ass knew they had, these were pictures of them eating, sleeping, showering. "Noooooo." Smith moaned in horror. "This can't be!" Spike and the Twins were looking around with huge, bright eyes, looking all twitchy and scared sh**less. "WHERE IN THE HELL ARE WE!" Two screamed as he spotted a picture of him dressed as a cheerleader. "You are in my sanctuary." Replied a calm voice. The four whirled around to see a single light illuminate a desk with a large, black leather chair in front of a desk with a computer on top of it. The chair whirled around and the four were finally confronted with HER. "This is my Fortress of Hottitude." Explained Jaded16. "And you are my captives. MUWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" At this revelation, the Four promptly fainted, realizing that what they were facing was the most ruthless, incorrigible excuse for a human being every to terrorize the planet....
THE CRAZED FANGIRL FANFICTION WRITER!
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Go ahead. Press that button right down there.
Love,
Jaded316