I remembered a documentary I had seen before my reawakening, it had been
about Harry Houdini and other escapologists, one part had been about how
they used to escape from handcuffs, they had dislocated their thumbs and
slipped out. I tried it and found to my surprise that it actually worked.
My hands travelled down to my boots, my fingers connecting with the long
knife that was concealed in them. I pulled it out feeling the leather
covered handle mould to my grip. It felt like an extension of my body, the
familiar rush. My eyes glanced back at Neo. He was loosing! Smith had him
pinned to the wall slowly choking the life out of him. I saw the knife fly
from my hand; subconsciously I had set up the aim. The knife flew straight
into Smith's back, into his heart. His grip faltered and he fell backwards.
His visage changing into that of an old women. Neo gasped and slid down the
wall. The red blood trail growing fainter. I ran towards him and lifted his
head. A faint pulse hammered against my fingers. My hand located my cell
phone in my pocket.
"Operator." Link's voice sounded strained; I tried to ignore the faint beeping signalling problems.
"Link, I need an exit."
"Trinity, what the fuck happened?"
"Tell you later I need an exit now."
"Nearest one, the building you're in room 1015, can you get there?"
"I have to!" I closed the phone and looked at the room number I was in. 810. Only two floors to carry him up and the lifts were out.
I picked him up and heard his groan, his feet gave out, and I had to half drag, half carry him up the two flights of stairs. I was exhausted by the time we reached the floor. I heard the phone ringing and began to run as fast as I could manage. Doors flashing past me. I almost missed it and turned at the last second. He was still unconscious. I looked around the room and saw a glass of water sat on the desk next to the phone. I threw it on his face. He stirred and looked at me.
"Trin, huh?"
"Pick up the phone."
"No, you first, I'm ok!"
"Yeah and I'm a guy, now pick up the phone!"
He looked deep into my eyes and seemed to scan my soul, his gaze deep.
"Please pick up the phone!" My voice sounded pleading, weak!
He finally relented and I saw his hand reach for the phone and place it to his ear, and a few seconds later his RSI faded and vanished. I saw the phone fall and picked it up replacing it onto the base. It rang again I picked it and felt the usual disorientation that accompanied jacking out. The rush as I slid back into my body. My eyes flicked open and I saw Morpheus's face staring down at me. I felt the data spike slide from the back of my head. I leapt from the chair and ran towards Neo. He was standing but I saw the blood down his front. He had been dying, and I would have been unable to save him. I would have been unable to save the one I loved. The one couldn't die, could he? He had died but he had come back. He had come back to me, but would he come back again. If he died would he continue to come back indefinitely or would he leave me? Would he grow old and die or would he live forever? The thought hit me like a 10 tonne truck. What would I do if he left? What would he do if he lived forever? Would he cope, he found it hard enough to cope with a few weeks without complaining. Would he survive eternity?
"Operator." Link's voice sounded strained; I tried to ignore the faint beeping signalling problems.
"Link, I need an exit."
"Trinity, what the fuck happened?"
"Tell you later I need an exit now."
"Nearest one, the building you're in room 1015, can you get there?"
"I have to!" I closed the phone and looked at the room number I was in. 810. Only two floors to carry him up and the lifts were out.
I picked him up and heard his groan, his feet gave out, and I had to half drag, half carry him up the two flights of stairs. I was exhausted by the time we reached the floor. I heard the phone ringing and began to run as fast as I could manage. Doors flashing past me. I almost missed it and turned at the last second. He was still unconscious. I looked around the room and saw a glass of water sat on the desk next to the phone. I threw it on his face. He stirred and looked at me.
"Trin, huh?"
"Pick up the phone."
"No, you first, I'm ok!"
"Yeah and I'm a guy, now pick up the phone!"
He looked deep into my eyes and seemed to scan my soul, his gaze deep.
"Please pick up the phone!" My voice sounded pleading, weak!
He finally relented and I saw his hand reach for the phone and place it to his ear, and a few seconds later his RSI faded and vanished. I saw the phone fall and picked it up replacing it onto the base. It rang again I picked it and felt the usual disorientation that accompanied jacking out. The rush as I slid back into my body. My eyes flicked open and I saw Morpheus's face staring down at me. I felt the data spike slide from the back of my head. I leapt from the chair and ran towards Neo. He was standing but I saw the blood down his front. He had been dying, and I would have been unable to save him. I would have been unable to save the one I loved. The one couldn't die, could he? He had died but he had come back. He had come back to me, but would he come back again. If he died would he continue to come back indefinitely or would he leave me? Would he grow old and die or would he live forever? The thought hit me like a 10 tonne truck. What would I do if he left? What would he do if he lived forever? Would he cope, he found it hard enough to cope with a few weeks without complaining. Would he survive eternity?