Protectress of Dalidon: There's more of Quinn in this chapter as well, but
I can't reveal whether she will be unplugged or not. I was considering it,
but I don't know. Thanks for reviewing!
Emerald3: YAY! Thanks so much. Wow. I'm am on like a mental high right now. I love reviews!
Alocin: Hmmm...I wonder what Trinity would do if that happened? I think that there would be some ass kicking of some gap-toothed freaky leather- clad men if she was tricked! And by God, the Merovingian does make an appearance!
Alana the Black Mage: There is more Quinn in this chapter, and I really hope I got Trinity in her true nature. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: The characters and concepts pertaining to the Matrix within this story are the property of Andy and Larry Wachowski, my heroes, and Warner Brothers. They are in no way mine and there was no money made off this story.
Author's Note: The story gets a little AU in this chapter. I know I tried to keep it as flowing as possible, but just a warning, it gets a little AU.
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Chapter 6: These Wounds Won't Seem to Heal
Erica opened one eye and looked around in the brightly lit hospital room. There was one stain she saw in her view of the white place, and that was Quinn's dark hair as she hovered over Erica's immobile arm. The sling was tight around it, keeping it close to her chest. She winced as something shook it and closed her eyes again, hissing at how tired she felt.
She finally opened her eyes again and looked at what Quinn was doing. Her cast was covered in tiny shapes with three points and an intricate amount of loops and knots within the center. The small ten year old moved the black permeanent marker, watching the strokes with widened eyes and pupils.
"What are you doing?" Erica asked simply, watching Quinn doodle another intricate shape on the cast, this time larger then the others.
"It's called the trinity knot." The ten year old said to her, brushing the black curls behind her ear and continuing silently. "It separates the three planes of mind, spirit, and body. It's from Celtic mytho...myth-ol-logy." She had to sound out the word to get her tongue around it, but she continued to draw peacefully.
"You can't even spell mythology. Where the hell did you learn this?"
"Reader's Digest." She replied quickly, holding Erica's cast in place. "And I can too spell mythology. M-I-T-H-O-L-O-G-Y." The fourteen year old Erica rolled her eyes.
"It's M-Y-T-H." Quinn shrugged, not really caring about the proper spelling of the word. She continued to draw another knot. Erica watched her pupils get larger and smaller with the movement, like the very doodle was a drug that she was compulsed to try. Erica looked at the window of the room, where her mother and her new boyfriend were arguing with a doctor.
"What was the excuse this time?" Erica asked quietly, her sister not looking up from her injured arm. Quinn tilted her head a little, moving the pen slowly.
"You fell out of the tree in the backyard trying to sneak into your room." Quinn replied, still watching her drawing. The older sibling looked back at her mother who was pretending to cry at the allegations of child abuse made by the doctor. "It wasn't her you moron." She thought bitterly, bending her good arm behind her head. "It was that bastard Tom."
Tom was the man in question, standing slightly taller then her mother by a few inches. He was actually quite ugly, with a nose that was at least four sizes too big for his face and eyes that were two sizes too small. What really appaled Erica more was that her mother had started sleeping with him, and the thought of even imagining kissing someone with no upper lip almost made the fourteen year old retch.
"How's he?" She had to ask, not really out of compassion. Quinn shrugged.
"He's limping." Erica smiled and closed her eyes, satisfied.
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The eighteen year old was running down the street, her heart pounding in her throat as she heard Wraith's car screech from it's parking spot. She had no hopes of outrunning him. But outsmarting him? That was a possibility. She had friends on this end of town.
Erica darted into an alley and scaled the wire fence at the back as Wraiths car skidded in front of it. She could hear his feet hitting the pavement and the sound of a gun being cocked and she flipped over the top of the fence and dropped to the pavement below. She ignored the stinging in her feet and continued to push herself harder and harder.
"TRINITY!" He called down the alley, using her alias instead of her name. Erica ignored him and moved around the wall of the building, standing exposed in the back alley. Small fires in metallic barrels were set up with numerous amounts of the unlucky standing around them. Erica heard the gate crackle as something climbed over as well. She took a deep breath and moved her hand along a drain pipe on the wall. Her mind was turning, transforming the drain pipe into a ladded to the roof of the fairly short apartments. With memories of her childhood, she started to scale the walls.
Erica was so sure she'd outsmarted him. In fact, she was positive that she had. A cocky smirk moved over her face and she continued upward, just as something yanked on the back of her coat.
"Hey." Wraith said, yanking her off the drain pipe. He held her outwards, head facing the ground as he held tightly to the drain pipe. Erica kicked at his arm.
"Let me go!" She demanded. Wraith nodded, looking at the location of the garbage below her. With a toss of his head to knock the pieces of blonde hair from his eyes he shrugged.
"As you wish." He said, and let go of her.
Erica didn't have time to get angry. She heard the soft garbage under her and felt the crack of the pavement against her skull. But after that, there was nothing.
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"I can't believe he dropped me." Trinity thought to herself as she pushed herself into a sitting position. She was a little weaker then she expected, but had a strong grip on the wall for support as she pulled herself upward from the bed that had confined her for so long. The blankets were pushed off her skin and she embraced the cold. Her head ached subconsciously from the dream. She still couldn't get over the fact that Wraith had actually dropped her.
Morpheus opened the door again, holding a cup of water with him. Trinity brushed her small amounts of hair back, her hand touching the metal plug.
"Good to see you're feeling better." He said, handing her the water. She gave a small smile and took a drink, her throat immediately soothed. Trinity nodded, pulling the cup away again.
"You didn't finish." She said to him, leaning against the wall.
"You were asleep." He replied calmly, sitting on the bed. "I didn't want to wake you."
Trinity looked at the floor, holding the water in her hand. Morpheus looked at the wall as she waited for the rest of the story she didn't know about.
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Quinn barely recognized herself in the public washrooms near the entrance of the club. Her hair was twisted and pinned to her head. Her eyes were covered in dark eyeshadow and thick eyeliner. Her lips which were usually the colour of her white skin were darkened by a maroon lipstick. And the clothes? She was in lowrisers, a tube top, and a mesh shirt. Her arms were weighted with multiple bracelets. Why the two goths had put so much of their stuff into her appearance she'd never know. But she had to admit, it didn't look that bad. The only thing that really stood out was her split knuckles, but she had ripped off a piece of her sweater and tied it around them.
"Well, what do you think?" The girl who had been on the right asked. She called herself Orion. The other, had introduced herself as Leo. Quinn didn't question their names, she just went with it.
"It's cool." She replied, watching them load the extra suff back into the purse. They grinned, Orion pulling her bag back over her shoulder. Quinn turned from the mirror, looking at the two.
"Merv is going to be impressed." Leo mentioned, fixing the buckles on her boot.
"Merv?" Quinn asked.
"Merv. The guy who owns the club." Orion replied. Quinn nodded softly. "Come on, you'll like him." They lead her out of the washroom and into the parking garage. Quinn didn't notice the door behind her disappear as they walked to the bouncers in front of a second door not far off. There was no line up and nobody waiting to get inside. Quinn didn't like the idea from the beginning, but she should be entitled to do something like this. Erica did heroin. And she was going to a club, five years too young. She shrugged it off, and walked with the two others like she belonged.
The bouncer nodded at the two, but stopped Quinn. Leo put a hand on his shoulder.
"Relax, she's with us." He hesitated, looking her over again and then nodded, allowing her to follow the other two inside. Quinn gave a small look behind her, watching the bouncers whisper amongst themselves.
She wasn't liking this idea any more. At all.
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The turqouise door at the end of the parking lot opened to a long hallway. the copper haired guide allowed Morpheus and his companion Winter to walk out and into the open.
"Just go straight down there, and the bouncers will let you inside."
"And you're sure about this?" Winter asked coldly. The Guide nodded, sure of herself.
"The Merovingian is expecting you." She assured them, closing the door. Winter crossed her arms, sighing deeply as she looked at their destination.
"I can't believe we're going to Hel." She stated with anger in her voice. Morpheus crossed his arms behind his back, feeling the guns at his side as he did so. She shook out her long blonde hair and sighed deeply.
"Relax, Winter." He said, making a small glance at her. "With luck, this will go smoothly."
"You were the one who taught me never to believe in luck." She replied, dropping her arms to her sides and holding her head up high as she and her mentor walked to the doors of the club. The bouncers didn't look too happy to see them, but they moved aside for the two anyways without an order. Winter shot them glances laced in ice as she moved. The door opened and they were in an elevator, moving downward.
"Alright, so she was right." Winter spat, a little unnerved. "And she didn't lead us into a trap."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Morpheus replied, making Winter look over at him. "Let's just hope Wraith has found Trinity."
"With our luck he's probably killed her."
"I thought you didn't believe in luck?" The elevator doors opened and the two walked out into the foyer. The coat girl was at the back, smoking a cigarette with her slender legs crossed.
"Merv's expecting you. In the club." She pointed at the door on her left. Winter stared at her with a cold glance. Morpheus nodded.
"Thank you." He said, walking to the door. Winter followed closely, eyes trained on the coat girl with a look of pure hate. The coat girl stuck up her middle finger, causing Winter to reach for her gun. Morpheus snatched her wrist nonchalantly, keeping her at bay with his crunching grip. Winter watched the coat girl as she was walked with Morpheus into the next room.
"Winter, remember what I told you when I first unplugged you?" Winter sighed deeply and nodded, not forgetting the damage she had caused in the Agent program. "Keep remembering that. Or I will be forced to do something twice as cruel."
"Is that a threat Captain?"
"I never threaten." He replied quickly. As they walked into the club he drew closer and whispered. "I only promise."
Quinn was at her table doing nothing. Leo and Orion had gone after twin albinos with long dreadlocks a moment ago, promising that they'd be back in a minute. A minute had come and gone, and the fourteen year old was beginning to think that maybe she should just leave.
The bartender stopped by, holding a martini glass in one hand and set it in front of her. Quinn looked at him strangely. He drew a little closer and spoke. "A gift from the Merovingian." The fourteen year old still didn't understand, but the bartender moved back to the bar, fixing his spiked mohawk a little. She looked around, seeing the balcony over the club and a man glancing down at her while drinking his own. He lifted the glass at her and Quinn got up and moved from the table. She was determined to leave now.
Winter glanced around the room, remembering distinctly the girl's code. She also had to look for someone with a split set of knuckles.
There was one girl getting pushed up the stairs by some heavily armed bounces. She lifted a slender eyebrow and looked at her mentor, who was also pushing for that direction. The nodded and moved after them, Winter's hand already on her gun as they pushed their way through the dancers.
"Ahhh...it appears as if I have finally captured the younger sister of the beautiful Trinity." The man in the chair said, lifting his drink back to his lips. His entourage included a beautifully dressed woman on the couch next to him, and a variety of other leather clad harems with their own masters behind and around the small balcony. His voice was heavily doused in a throaty spanish accent, although his appearance suggested otherwise. "Apenas tan hermoso como su hermana más vieja. Cómo asombrando que ellos son casi gemelos. (Just as beautiful as her older sister. It is amazing how they are almost twins)" The albinos in the back lifted cigars to their lips. "I apologize about your friends, but they had to return to their jobs. Tales personas tontas que soy forzado a trabajar con. Soy horrorizado. (Such silly people I am forced to work with. I am appalled)."
"What do you want with me?" She asked quietly, her eyes showing no fear as the glints of gun barrels shone from the men surrounding the room. "Or do I have to ask in Spanish to get an answer? ¿Qué quiere usted conmigo? (What do you want with me?)"
"It is a simple game of cause and effect." He said, taking another drink. "You are the cause. Your sister and her new friend Morpheus are the effect." The woman at his side seemed annoyed, half ready to murder the man with the way he was babbling about cause and effect.
"They wouldn't follow me." Quinn replied, so sure that her sister would rather leave her to rot then do anything to save her.
The sound of a gun going off anf hitting the ceiling was enough to make the music stop and several people below scream. All at once there were guns trained on Quinn from every direction, and their fingers were on the trigger.
"And here is the mighty Morpheus now." He said loudly, looking down below at the man and woman standing in the center of the club, guns trained on the people around them. "And he has brought the marvelous Winter with him. I am shocked! I was expecting you to bring the lovely Trinity, but it seems as though I must settle with the miniature version tonight."
"Hand over the kid, Merv." Winter said loudly from the crowd, guns moving quickly to make sure everyone stayed back. "She doesn't mean anything."
"But she does mean something, obviously, otherwise you would not have come to her rescue." Winter aimed her gun at him, getting several nasty looking weapons trained on her from the balcony. Morpheus picked up where she left off, not wanting to get themselves killed.
"We would like to speak with you." Morpheus said. "That is all."
The Merovingian gave a mocked impression of 'the thinker', looking over Quinn as her body moved with the green code. He finally shrugged.
"Why not?" He said, and Winter glanced at Morpheus. This was only going to get harder.
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Trinity looked at Morpheus, holding the empty cup in her hand gently as she tilted her head back. She still felt very tired, although she had been sleeping for longer then she had realized. The Captain seemed lost in his memories. Trinity said nothing. She knew he enjoyed them. Morpheus had to have been a father in his life. He had to have children. And she knew his children more then likely mimicked those of his crewmembers and the people he unplugged.
There was a soft knock on the door, and the blonde head of Winter came into view. Her hair was fairly long now, and shave around her plug so it didn't get in the way.
"We're just reaching broadcast depth." She said, looking at Trinity with her brown eyes. "How are you doing?"
"Better." Trinity replied. "You're going in?" Winter nodded, looking at Morpheus who nodded as well, getting up. The black haired woman was about to stand as well, but the captain stopped her.
"Save that energy for another time, Trinity." He said to her calmly. "Just get some sleep and get your strength back." Trinity nodded, more with the fact that she wasn't ready to fight back just yet. Morpheus and Winter left, leaving her alone with her memories. She sighed deeply, moving off the bed and testing her legs. They were shaky, but she fought against it with a growing hatred for her new weakness. The sounds of Morpheus and Winter talking to one another in the Core were heard with her straining ears. What were they doing at broadcast depth? Were they recruiting again? She didn't know.
Lazily she wandered around the small cabin, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she thought back again. Her back hit the cabin wall and Trinity sank to the floor, curled up like a child. She buried her head in her arms and continued to remember.
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Erica tried to move her hands but found them tied behind her back and sandwiched between her back and the seat. She gave a muffled cry out as she tried to force herself free but she was gagged as wall. The whole ordeal caused her eyes to open quickly and looked around.
"Well, nice to see you're back." Wraith said as he pulled the shirt up and over her abdomen. Erica groaned again, trying to kick with her legs but found her ankles tied as well. That bastard thought of everything, she stared at him with her lips tightened in anger around the cloth tied at her mouth. "Believe me, I was against the gag too but if you screamed and the cops showed up, I would have had to clobber you again."
"Ooo astar!" Erica was afraid that without the use of her tongue, every curse she tried on his would fail miserably. Wraith shook his head as she continued to struggle with his well tied knot. She kicked herself but the seatbelt caught her and kept her in place. The throb in her head was subsiding and she continued to try and free herself.
"Yeah, you too, bitch." He said, pulling a rather eerie looking contraption from the floor of the car. Erica pulled on her wrists harder as Wraith took a gun out of his holster and pointed it at her temple. "Relax. This is going to hurt like hell."
There was a snap as the machine was pinned to her stomach. Erica fainted again.
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I know the Merovingian loves French, but this is a prequel and he mentioned sampling every language. This was his Spanish phase.
Well, that was one hell of an amount of Quinn. Next chapter will include a lot more Trinity. Also, I wanted to know who would like to see Quinn unplugged.
Review please!
Emerald3: YAY! Thanks so much. Wow. I'm am on like a mental high right now. I love reviews!
Alocin: Hmmm...I wonder what Trinity would do if that happened? I think that there would be some ass kicking of some gap-toothed freaky leather- clad men if she was tricked! And by God, the Merovingian does make an appearance!
Alana the Black Mage: There is more Quinn in this chapter, and I really hope I got Trinity in her true nature. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: The characters and concepts pertaining to the Matrix within this story are the property of Andy and Larry Wachowski, my heroes, and Warner Brothers. They are in no way mine and there was no money made off this story.
Author's Note: The story gets a little AU in this chapter. I know I tried to keep it as flowing as possible, but just a warning, it gets a little AU.
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Chapter 6: These Wounds Won't Seem to Heal
Erica opened one eye and looked around in the brightly lit hospital room. There was one stain she saw in her view of the white place, and that was Quinn's dark hair as she hovered over Erica's immobile arm. The sling was tight around it, keeping it close to her chest. She winced as something shook it and closed her eyes again, hissing at how tired she felt.
She finally opened her eyes again and looked at what Quinn was doing. Her cast was covered in tiny shapes with three points and an intricate amount of loops and knots within the center. The small ten year old moved the black permeanent marker, watching the strokes with widened eyes and pupils.
"What are you doing?" Erica asked simply, watching Quinn doodle another intricate shape on the cast, this time larger then the others.
"It's called the trinity knot." The ten year old said to her, brushing the black curls behind her ear and continuing silently. "It separates the three planes of mind, spirit, and body. It's from Celtic mytho...myth-ol-logy." She had to sound out the word to get her tongue around it, but she continued to draw peacefully.
"You can't even spell mythology. Where the hell did you learn this?"
"Reader's Digest." She replied quickly, holding Erica's cast in place. "And I can too spell mythology. M-I-T-H-O-L-O-G-Y." The fourteen year old Erica rolled her eyes.
"It's M-Y-T-H." Quinn shrugged, not really caring about the proper spelling of the word. She continued to draw another knot. Erica watched her pupils get larger and smaller with the movement, like the very doodle was a drug that she was compulsed to try. Erica looked at the window of the room, where her mother and her new boyfriend were arguing with a doctor.
"What was the excuse this time?" Erica asked quietly, her sister not looking up from her injured arm. Quinn tilted her head a little, moving the pen slowly.
"You fell out of the tree in the backyard trying to sneak into your room." Quinn replied, still watching her drawing. The older sibling looked back at her mother who was pretending to cry at the allegations of child abuse made by the doctor. "It wasn't her you moron." She thought bitterly, bending her good arm behind her head. "It was that bastard Tom."
Tom was the man in question, standing slightly taller then her mother by a few inches. He was actually quite ugly, with a nose that was at least four sizes too big for his face and eyes that were two sizes too small. What really appaled Erica more was that her mother had started sleeping with him, and the thought of even imagining kissing someone with no upper lip almost made the fourteen year old retch.
"How's he?" She had to ask, not really out of compassion. Quinn shrugged.
"He's limping." Erica smiled and closed her eyes, satisfied.
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The eighteen year old was running down the street, her heart pounding in her throat as she heard Wraith's car screech from it's parking spot. She had no hopes of outrunning him. But outsmarting him? That was a possibility. She had friends on this end of town.
Erica darted into an alley and scaled the wire fence at the back as Wraiths car skidded in front of it. She could hear his feet hitting the pavement and the sound of a gun being cocked and she flipped over the top of the fence and dropped to the pavement below. She ignored the stinging in her feet and continued to push herself harder and harder.
"TRINITY!" He called down the alley, using her alias instead of her name. Erica ignored him and moved around the wall of the building, standing exposed in the back alley. Small fires in metallic barrels were set up with numerous amounts of the unlucky standing around them. Erica heard the gate crackle as something climbed over as well. She took a deep breath and moved her hand along a drain pipe on the wall. Her mind was turning, transforming the drain pipe into a ladded to the roof of the fairly short apartments. With memories of her childhood, she started to scale the walls.
Erica was so sure she'd outsmarted him. In fact, she was positive that she had. A cocky smirk moved over her face and she continued upward, just as something yanked on the back of her coat.
"Hey." Wraith said, yanking her off the drain pipe. He held her outwards, head facing the ground as he held tightly to the drain pipe. Erica kicked at his arm.
"Let me go!" She demanded. Wraith nodded, looking at the location of the garbage below her. With a toss of his head to knock the pieces of blonde hair from his eyes he shrugged.
"As you wish." He said, and let go of her.
Erica didn't have time to get angry. She heard the soft garbage under her and felt the crack of the pavement against her skull. But after that, there was nothing.
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"I can't believe he dropped me." Trinity thought to herself as she pushed herself into a sitting position. She was a little weaker then she expected, but had a strong grip on the wall for support as she pulled herself upward from the bed that had confined her for so long. The blankets were pushed off her skin and she embraced the cold. Her head ached subconsciously from the dream. She still couldn't get over the fact that Wraith had actually dropped her.
Morpheus opened the door again, holding a cup of water with him. Trinity brushed her small amounts of hair back, her hand touching the metal plug.
"Good to see you're feeling better." He said, handing her the water. She gave a small smile and took a drink, her throat immediately soothed. Trinity nodded, pulling the cup away again.
"You didn't finish." She said to him, leaning against the wall.
"You were asleep." He replied calmly, sitting on the bed. "I didn't want to wake you."
Trinity looked at the floor, holding the water in her hand. Morpheus looked at the wall as she waited for the rest of the story she didn't know about.
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Quinn barely recognized herself in the public washrooms near the entrance of the club. Her hair was twisted and pinned to her head. Her eyes were covered in dark eyeshadow and thick eyeliner. Her lips which were usually the colour of her white skin were darkened by a maroon lipstick. And the clothes? She was in lowrisers, a tube top, and a mesh shirt. Her arms were weighted with multiple bracelets. Why the two goths had put so much of their stuff into her appearance she'd never know. But she had to admit, it didn't look that bad. The only thing that really stood out was her split knuckles, but she had ripped off a piece of her sweater and tied it around them.
"Well, what do you think?" The girl who had been on the right asked. She called herself Orion. The other, had introduced herself as Leo. Quinn didn't question their names, she just went with it.
"It's cool." She replied, watching them load the extra suff back into the purse. They grinned, Orion pulling her bag back over her shoulder. Quinn turned from the mirror, looking at the two.
"Merv is going to be impressed." Leo mentioned, fixing the buckles on her boot.
"Merv?" Quinn asked.
"Merv. The guy who owns the club." Orion replied. Quinn nodded softly. "Come on, you'll like him." They lead her out of the washroom and into the parking garage. Quinn didn't notice the door behind her disappear as they walked to the bouncers in front of a second door not far off. There was no line up and nobody waiting to get inside. Quinn didn't like the idea from the beginning, but she should be entitled to do something like this. Erica did heroin. And she was going to a club, five years too young. She shrugged it off, and walked with the two others like she belonged.
The bouncer nodded at the two, but stopped Quinn. Leo put a hand on his shoulder.
"Relax, she's with us." He hesitated, looking her over again and then nodded, allowing her to follow the other two inside. Quinn gave a small look behind her, watching the bouncers whisper amongst themselves.
She wasn't liking this idea any more. At all.
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The turqouise door at the end of the parking lot opened to a long hallway. the copper haired guide allowed Morpheus and his companion Winter to walk out and into the open.
"Just go straight down there, and the bouncers will let you inside."
"And you're sure about this?" Winter asked coldly. The Guide nodded, sure of herself.
"The Merovingian is expecting you." She assured them, closing the door. Winter crossed her arms, sighing deeply as she looked at their destination.
"I can't believe we're going to Hel." She stated with anger in her voice. Morpheus crossed his arms behind his back, feeling the guns at his side as he did so. She shook out her long blonde hair and sighed deeply.
"Relax, Winter." He said, making a small glance at her. "With luck, this will go smoothly."
"You were the one who taught me never to believe in luck." She replied, dropping her arms to her sides and holding her head up high as she and her mentor walked to the doors of the club. The bouncers didn't look too happy to see them, but they moved aside for the two anyways without an order. Winter shot them glances laced in ice as she moved. The door opened and they were in an elevator, moving downward.
"Alright, so she was right." Winter spat, a little unnerved. "And she didn't lead us into a trap."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Morpheus replied, making Winter look over at him. "Let's just hope Wraith has found Trinity."
"With our luck he's probably killed her."
"I thought you didn't believe in luck?" The elevator doors opened and the two walked out into the foyer. The coat girl was at the back, smoking a cigarette with her slender legs crossed.
"Merv's expecting you. In the club." She pointed at the door on her left. Winter stared at her with a cold glance. Morpheus nodded.
"Thank you." He said, walking to the door. Winter followed closely, eyes trained on the coat girl with a look of pure hate. The coat girl stuck up her middle finger, causing Winter to reach for her gun. Morpheus snatched her wrist nonchalantly, keeping her at bay with his crunching grip. Winter watched the coat girl as she was walked with Morpheus into the next room.
"Winter, remember what I told you when I first unplugged you?" Winter sighed deeply and nodded, not forgetting the damage she had caused in the Agent program. "Keep remembering that. Or I will be forced to do something twice as cruel."
"Is that a threat Captain?"
"I never threaten." He replied quickly. As they walked into the club he drew closer and whispered. "I only promise."
Quinn was at her table doing nothing. Leo and Orion had gone after twin albinos with long dreadlocks a moment ago, promising that they'd be back in a minute. A minute had come and gone, and the fourteen year old was beginning to think that maybe she should just leave.
The bartender stopped by, holding a martini glass in one hand and set it in front of her. Quinn looked at him strangely. He drew a little closer and spoke. "A gift from the Merovingian." The fourteen year old still didn't understand, but the bartender moved back to the bar, fixing his spiked mohawk a little. She looked around, seeing the balcony over the club and a man glancing down at her while drinking his own. He lifted the glass at her and Quinn got up and moved from the table. She was determined to leave now.
Winter glanced around the room, remembering distinctly the girl's code. She also had to look for someone with a split set of knuckles.
There was one girl getting pushed up the stairs by some heavily armed bounces. She lifted a slender eyebrow and looked at her mentor, who was also pushing for that direction. The nodded and moved after them, Winter's hand already on her gun as they pushed their way through the dancers.
"Ahhh...it appears as if I have finally captured the younger sister of the beautiful Trinity." The man in the chair said, lifting his drink back to his lips. His entourage included a beautifully dressed woman on the couch next to him, and a variety of other leather clad harems with their own masters behind and around the small balcony. His voice was heavily doused in a throaty spanish accent, although his appearance suggested otherwise. "Apenas tan hermoso como su hermana más vieja. Cómo asombrando que ellos son casi gemelos. (Just as beautiful as her older sister. It is amazing how they are almost twins)" The albinos in the back lifted cigars to their lips. "I apologize about your friends, but they had to return to their jobs. Tales personas tontas que soy forzado a trabajar con. Soy horrorizado. (Such silly people I am forced to work with. I am appalled)."
"What do you want with me?" She asked quietly, her eyes showing no fear as the glints of gun barrels shone from the men surrounding the room. "Or do I have to ask in Spanish to get an answer? ¿Qué quiere usted conmigo? (What do you want with me?)"
"It is a simple game of cause and effect." He said, taking another drink. "You are the cause. Your sister and her new friend Morpheus are the effect." The woman at his side seemed annoyed, half ready to murder the man with the way he was babbling about cause and effect.
"They wouldn't follow me." Quinn replied, so sure that her sister would rather leave her to rot then do anything to save her.
The sound of a gun going off anf hitting the ceiling was enough to make the music stop and several people below scream. All at once there were guns trained on Quinn from every direction, and their fingers were on the trigger.
"And here is the mighty Morpheus now." He said loudly, looking down below at the man and woman standing in the center of the club, guns trained on the people around them. "And he has brought the marvelous Winter with him. I am shocked! I was expecting you to bring the lovely Trinity, but it seems as though I must settle with the miniature version tonight."
"Hand over the kid, Merv." Winter said loudly from the crowd, guns moving quickly to make sure everyone stayed back. "She doesn't mean anything."
"But she does mean something, obviously, otherwise you would not have come to her rescue." Winter aimed her gun at him, getting several nasty looking weapons trained on her from the balcony. Morpheus picked up where she left off, not wanting to get themselves killed.
"We would like to speak with you." Morpheus said. "That is all."
The Merovingian gave a mocked impression of 'the thinker', looking over Quinn as her body moved with the green code. He finally shrugged.
"Why not?" He said, and Winter glanced at Morpheus. This was only going to get harder.
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Trinity looked at Morpheus, holding the empty cup in her hand gently as she tilted her head back. She still felt very tired, although she had been sleeping for longer then she had realized. The Captain seemed lost in his memories. Trinity said nothing. She knew he enjoyed them. Morpheus had to have been a father in his life. He had to have children. And she knew his children more then likely mimicked those of his crewmembers and the people he unplugged.
There was a soft knock on the door, and the blonde head of Winter came into view. Her hair was fairly long now, and shave around her plug so it didn't get in the way.
"We're just reaching broadcast depth." She said, looking at Trinity with her brown eyes. "How are you doing?"
"Better." Trinity replied. "You're going in?" Winter nodded, looking at Morpheus who nodded as well, getting up. The black haired woman was about to stand as well, but the captain stopped her.
"Save that energy for another time, Trinity." He said to her calmly. "Just get some sleep and get your strength back." Trinity nodded, more with the fact that she wasn't ready to fight back just yet. Morpheus and Winter left, leaving her alone with her memories. She sighed deeply, moving off the bed and testing her legs. They were shaky, but she fought against it with a growing hatred for her new weakness. The sounds of Morpheus and Winter talking to one another in the Core were heard with her straining ears. What were they doing at broadcast depth? Were they recruiting again? She didn't know.
Lazily she wandered around the small cabin, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she thought back again. Her back hit the cabin wall and Trinity sank to the floor, curled up like a child. She buried her head in her arms and continued to remember.
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Erica tried to move her hands but found them tied behind her back and sandwiched between her back and the seat. She gave a muffled cry out as she tried to force herself free but she was gagged as wall. The whole ordeal caused her eyes to open quickly and looked around.
"Well, nice to see you're back." Wraith said as he pulled the shirt up and over her abdomen. Erica groaned again, trying to kick with her legs but found her ankles tied as well. That bastard thought of everything, she stared at him with her lips tightened in anger around the cloth tied at her mouth. "Believe me, I was against the gag too but if you screamed and the cops showed up, I would have had to clobber you again."
"Ooo astar!" Erica was afraid that without the use of her tongue, every curse she tried on his would fail miserably. Wraith shook his head as she continued to struggle with his well tied knot. She kicked herself but the seatbelt caught her and kept her in place. The throb in her head was subsiding and she continued to try and free herself.
"Yeah, you too, bitch." He said, pulling a rather eerie looking contraption from the floor of the car. Erica pulled on her wrists harder as Wraith took a gun out of his holster and pointed it at her temple. "Relax. This is going to hurt like hell."
There was a snap as the machine was pinned to her stomach. Erica fainted again.
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I know the Merovingian loves French, but this is a prequel and he mentioned sampling every language. This was his Spanish phase.
Well, that was one hell of an amount of Quinn. Next chapter will include a lot more Trinity. Also, I wanted to know who would like to see Quinn unplugged.
Review please!