Hey lookit, it's my first Matrix fic ever! Lord do I feel weird posting here. I don't know anybody in this fandom! I's scared! *looks around warily* you guys won't throw bricks at me, right? … riiight? Puh-lease, if anybody reads this, anybody at all, be kind and review! Or something…
Well. Okay. Warnings n' stuff…: Probably OOC-ness, it is something I hate but, unavoidable sometimes, yes? And an OC, but I try to make my OCs as believable and non-Mary-Sue-ish as possible. And no, she is not going to fall in love, or have special powers, or have every guy chasing after her. And she does not have a horrid past. And she's got no idea, whatsoever, about the matrix. Aand that about covers it, I think.
Disclaimer: if I owned it, I'd be making another movie to torture you all with. NEVERENDING SERIESES!! BWAHAHAHA*cough*hack*… ahh, whatever. I don't own it.
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The light was too bright. Sure, it was all part of the code; the thing that kept everything in line and as perfect as something made for humans could be, but who ever said humans had good taste in, well, anything?
Silver eyes opened, just barely, behind dark sunglasses. He could tell he was sprawled out on the ground, and probably in pseudo-human form, because he hurt too much to be in ghost form. The too-bright light blinded him for a moment; an unlikable side-affect to having a human form. If it was possible, he felt like his code was tearing apart, but of course, it wasn't. An explosion simply didn't have that affect on the Twins.
"Have we been assimilated into the Source?" One practically croaked, fairly unembarrassed because he knew his doppelganger was feeling the same way.
Two's English tinted voice replied, equally hoarse. "We don't think so."
One didn't feel any better with that knowledge, for some reason. It was probably just the particular brand of pain he was in at the moment. The mental link with his twin didn't ease the pain any, in fact, it doubled it. The hurt was merely bouncing between the two in a way, throbbing with each 'bounce.'
Of course, there was always a way to stop the pain for the Twins. They both came to an unspoken decision and changed back into their true green-glowing forms, perfectly in unison.
Floating in the air for a few moments as various burns, cuts from flying metal or glass, and other damages slowly disappeared; the twins glanced at each other, then around themselves, to see if any humans had noticed. They were on the freeway, which must have been taped off, because there were no cars. In the end, that little crash-and-burn scenario had helped, if just a bit.
They both became pseudo-human once again, landing on the ground with near-perfect balance and without any visible damage whatsoever.
The Twins glanced at each other, a quick mental conversation underway.
'Merovingian will not be happy.'
'He'll try to get us deleted.'
'Yes.'
'No going back…?' One almost thought that there was a vague questioning tone to Two's thought. He simply nodded in reply, though.
A vaguely wicked smirk crossed each Twin's face, now they could openly show their disdain for the French-accented program. Somehow, it had been made in their program to vaguely dislike the French.
'At least we don't have to deal with him anymore. When he finds out, he'll probably curse the air blue.' Two snickered slightly at the idea, bringing back a memory they both remembered from when Merovingian had been talking to the One's little group. '"like wiping your ass with silk", he was disgusting.'
Both One and Two snickered a bit, then realized something simultaneously.
They may have ditched The Merovingian, and as wonderful as that was, they had nowhere to go.
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It was another normal day in the life of Nina M. Sanchez, sun shining pleasantly through the shade-covered window, the sounds of cars outside driving humming in the background, and it sounded like a bird was outside her bedroom window.
"OW!! Hell!"
And Nina was aware of her surroundings when she, painfully, fell from her bed, tangled in sheets and looking quite the mess.
Struggling, Nina freed herself from her tangled sheets, standing up only to slip on the magazines sprawled out across her floor chaotically. Falling on her rear end, Nina yelped again in pain. In a moment, she managed to stand up again, and she made her way out into the main room of her two-bedroom apartment. As for the second bedroom, Nina had no idea why it was there. Probably used to be an off-campus room for college students.
Nina stumbled over to the kitchenette, opening the fridge and pulling a can of a cold mocha-like drink, opening it and drinking about half of the contents in one gulp. Swallowing the drink, Nina set the can down on a counter, saying to herself, "Whew! Gotta love that morning caffeine." Glancing at the clock on the microwave, she corrected herself. "…Afternoon caffeine."
She paused, turning and leaning her back on the counter, grabbing her cold coffee drink and sipping at it as she surveyed the 'living room' of the apartment.
The room was semi-unfurnished, mostly because Nina was too lazy to go into the extra bedroom, where she stored her extra boxes of things, and drag out more things for the room. There was a couch in the middle of the floor, and a medium-sized TV in the corner, sitting on the floor. The remote for the TV was probably lost in the couch's cushions. Plugged into the same electrical outlet as the TV was a laptop, set up on the floor with wires going pretty much everywhere. A phone sat next to the laptop, an open book laying over half of the phone's cradle/number pad. The floor was covered with various magazines, books, papers with doodles on them, and occasionally an article of clothing, although most of those decorated Nina's bedroom floor instead.
Nina sighed slightly before sipping her coffee once more. "I either need a maid, or a clean freak roommate who can do that for me, free of charge." She muttered, a bit darkly. "Because I know I'll never clean this mess up."
She had already placed an ad in the newspaper for a roommate, but none had answered the call. Nina guessed nobody read the paper anymore, which was bad because she had given up the luxury of microwave pizza for cheap alternative foods, AKA rice and when lucky, beans, to put the ad in the local paper for a month. McDonald's pay didn't exactly put her in a good place when she owned a two bedroom apartment, an old jeep (on which the 'j' had worn off, which she repainted as a 'g'), had to keep herself fed on fairly nutritious foods, and put an ad in the paper.
Nina would have liked going to work that day, but she had been sick with the flu a couple days ago. One problem with having the flu was that Nina always had to cough, a lot, when sick with it, and coughed for a few days afterwards. Not good when working in a fast food place. So, she'd been given a sick leave. During which she'd been laying on the couch, phoning a friend for no reason at all or reading a comic, usually Squee! Or maybe Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. She was a girl of many interests, so why not?
And despite her tastes in comic books, she was in no way gothic. Maybe sit-around-the-house-and-watch-TV-ic, but not gothic. She liked Disney movies too much to be gothic, and she had a sense of humor.
As Nina was thinking, staring a bit vacantly at a striped knee-sock she was sure wasn't hers, her phone rang. Yelping, Nina pretty much dropped the can of coffee on the counter, and leapt for the phone, sliding on a magazine and hitting the wall. "oww!" she whined, rubbing her head and sitting on the floor cross-legged. Finally, she reached for the phone.
"'lo?" Nina asked, still rubbing the back of her head. When she heard what the voice on the other end of the line said, she burst into a huge grin. "Really? You'll pay for half of the rent, right? Oh, yeah, that is in the ad, eheh. Okay, want to meet at, uh, I dunno… a coffee house or something?" Nina stopped, listening to the guy on the other end of the line. "Yeah, I know the way to that place. Meet you there, at, uh, three today? Alright! Goodbye!"
Ecstatic, Nina hung up, setting the phone back in its cradle. It took a few seconds, but then the glee wore off. She groaned, letting herself fall backwards into the sea of papers, muttering to herself, "I sounded so stupid on the phone, like some schoolgirl or something! Argh!"
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