A/N WARNIING: Okay, so I decided to continue the fanfic.I warn you though,
itz depressing as can be.Itz told through the eyes of Neo and Trinity's
daughter, Jem.
Please, please don't flame me! Constructive comments would be nicer, :S. If
you don't like it, or it goes against you're morals or something like that,
please tell me nicely!
Disclaimer: I don't own em, wish I did.I only own Jem, she's a figment of my twisted imagination.
Merry Christmas everyone, and a happy new year :) -Nyx-Alia-
Chapter 2
Jem slowly slunk back from her meeting with the oracle, dark eyes averted to the ground and long black hair falling in front of her face. It was a bright and sunny day in the Matrix, the artificially blue/green sky cloudless, and tiny children playing in backyards all around. Mothers and fathers laughed as their children ran around playing tag, and the sight sent horrible jolts into Jem's heart.
Fighting back the tears in her eyes, she slowly wandered along the dusty streets until she reached a phone booth. It transported her back to the real world, the cold, metal, disgusting, real world. Jem knew perfectly well that her father had actually died in the Matrix, but the people in the real world had told him to go there.
The ships crew had not changed much since he had died, familiar faces watched her as she climbed out of the chair, and soundlessly walked away, back to her tiny metal room. It was more like a Jail cell than a room, Jem thought, looking around at the bleak iron walls, I could probably live in a jail cell.she sighed and sat down on her cot.
Maybe it was time to try and speak to her mother again, last time she'd just been totally ignored, trinity burying her face into the pillows and refusing to react to her daughter's presence. It wasn't fair, in the times before her father had died, Trinity and Jem would talk for hours on end, about just everything. But Neo's death had taken all the sanity away from her, it seemed like some sort of illness. Jem had always thought that her mother would be able to survive, but now, she guessed that Neo had been part of Trinity, they had been a whole thing.and now it was only half. Jem knew she shouldn't be thinking about her parents this way, as if they were a thing.but she couldn't help it, she felt as if she didn't have parents anymore.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door to her cabin, it was freezing in the ship, and Jem shivered against the cold still air. Trinity's cabin was right next to her own, and It was completely identical, inside and out. She stood outside the door for a moment, before shakily pushing it open. Trinity lay curled up on her bed, blue eyes open, but not focusing on anything. Her raven hair fell over her pale cheeks, and she looked like she hadn't eaten, or even moved in days.
Jem pushed her way into the room, closing the heavy steel door behind her. If possible, it was even more freezing cold in Trinity's room.as if her depression was swirling around the place, freezing up the steel walls in hope that It would seal her in, and freeze her to death.
No movement from the bed, it was as if Jem wasn't even there. "Mum?" she whispered solemnly, kneeling down beside the tiny cot. Jem often wondered how both her mother and her father were able to fit onto that tiny bed.somehow it just looked wrong, out of place, to see her mother lying curled up by herself.
Slowly, Jem raised her hand and placed it atop Trinity's head, stroking her black hair gently, "Mum.its okay." but there was nothing else to say, it wasn't like Neo's death was something that could be 'forgiven' it wasn't an act of misbehavior. It was life, swept out of the grasp of living, mind and soul wiped from his body, ripping out a part of many peoples lives.especially Trinity's. It hurt Jem as well, his death.she had loved him so much, he was her father after all, but somehow, at the moment, she just felt so numb, so.emotionless.
Trinity didn't react to her daughters words, she just stayed perfectly still, unblinking, as if she was asleep with her eyes open. Jem could feel tears prickling behind her chocolate brown eyes, and a wave of desperation washed over her. "Mum!" She said louder, almost yelling, "Please talk to me, please." Tears trickled down her cheeks, leaving stains on her pale skin, "I need you to talk to me." Jem's sudden outburst made Trinity blink and look at her daughter, who was crying her eyes out helplessly. She looked up and met her mum's eyes, causing Trinity to cringe, and squeeze her eyes shut tightly. "Mum!!" Sobbed Jem "Please." But Trinity had heard enough, as if in slow motion, she reached across the bed and slapped her daughter sharply across her right cheek. Jem gasped, keeling over in surprise, her mother had never, ever laid a hand on her before, it came as a total shock. She scrambled up off the floor and headed towards the door, tears streaming unconsciously down her cheeks.
Next thing she knew she was in her cabin, lying on her bed, face buried in her pillow. Oh god she hated this, what was so wrong with her, why was her mother so scared of her, why did she cringe when she looked into her eyes?
Unsteadily, Jem climbed off her bed and stumbled to the bathroom, where she looked into a mirror above the sink. Tearstains blotched her cheeks red and purple, her skin was very pale, she had Trinity's complexion. Her black hair was stuck to her face.she had her mothers hair as well. Then she looked into her own eyes in the mirror, chocolate brown.Neo's eyes.
Disclaimer: I don't own em, wish I did.I only own Jem, she's a figment of my twisted imagination.
Merry Christmas everyone, and a happy new year :) -Nyx-Alia-
Chapter 2
Jem slowly slunk back from her meeting with the oracle, dark eyes averted to the ground and long black hair falling in front of her face. It was a bright and sunny day in the Matrix, the artificially blue/green sky cloudless, and tiny children playing in backyards all around. Mothers and fathers laughed as their children ran around playing tag, and the sight sent horrible jolts into Jem's heart.
Fighting back the tears in her eyes, she slowly wandered along the dusty streets until she reached a phone booth. It transported her back to the real world, the cold, metal, disgusting, real world. Jem knew perfectly well that her father had actually died in the Matrix, but the people in the real world had told him to go there.
The ships crew had not changed much since he had died, familiar faces watched her as she climbed out of the chair, and soundlessly walked away, back to her tiny metal room. It was more like a Jail cell than a room, Jem thought, looking around at the bleak iron walls, I could probably live in a jail cell.she sighed and sat down on her cot.
Maybe it was time to try and speak to her mother again, last time she'd just been totally ignored, trinity burying her face into the pillows and refusing to react to her daughter's presence. It wasn't fair, in the times before her father had died, Trinity and Jem would talk for hours on end, about just everything. But Neo's death had taken all the sanity away from her, it seemed like some sort of illness. Jem had always thought that her mother would be able to survive, but now, she guessed that Neo had been part of Trinity, they had been a whole thing.and now it was only half. Jem knew she shouldn't be thinking about her parents this way, as if they were a thing.but she couldn't help it, she felt as if she didn't have parents anymore.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door to her cabin, it was freezing in the ship, and Jem shivered against the cold still air. Trinity's cabin was right next to her own, and It was completely identical, inside and out. She stood outside the door for a moment, before shakily pushing it open. Trinity lay curled up on her bed, blue eyes open, but not focusing on anything. Her raven hair fell over her pale cheeks, and she looked like she hadn't eaten, or even moved in days.
Jem pushed her way into the room, closing the heavy steel door behind her. If possible, it was even more freezing cold in Trinity's room.as if her depression was swirling around the place, freezing up the steel walls in hope that It would seal her in, and freeze her to death.
No movement from the bed, it was as if Jem wasn't even there. "Mum?" she whispered solemnly, kneeling down beside the tiny cot. Jem often wondered how both her mother and her father were able to fit onto that tiny bed.somehow it just looked wrong, out of place, to see her mother lying curled up by herself.
Slowly, Jem raised her hand and placed it atop Trinity's head, stroking her black hair gently, "Mum.its okay." but there was nothing else to say, it wasn't like Neo's death was something that could be 'forgiven' it wasn't an act of misbehavior. It was life, swept out of the grasp of living, mind and soul wiped from his body, ripping out a part of many peoples lives.especially Trinity's. It hurt Jem as well, his death.she had loved him so much, he was her father after all, but somehow, at the moment, she just felt so numb, so.emotionless.
Trinity didn't react to her daughters words, she just stayed perfectly still, unblinking, as if she was asleep with her eyes open. Jem could feel tears prickling behind her chocolate brown eyes, and a wave of desperation washed over her. "Mum!" She said louder, almost yelling, "Please talk to me, please." Tears trickled down her cheeks, leaving stains on her pale skin, "I need you to talk to me." Jem's sudden outburst made Trinity blink and look at her daughter, who was crying her eyes out helplessly. She looked up and met her mum's eyes, causing Trinity to cringe, and squeeze her eyes shut tightly. "Mum!!" Sobbed Jem "Please." But Trinity had heard enough, as if in slow motion, she reached across the bed and slapped her daughter sharply across her right cheek. Jem gasped, keeling over in surprise, her mother had never, ever laid a hand on her before, it came as a total shock. She scrambled up off the floor and headed towards the door, tears streaming unconsciously down her cheeks.
Next thing she knew she was in her cabin, lying on her bed, face buried in her pillow. Oh god she hated this, what was so wrong with her, why was her mother so scared of her, why did she cringe when she looked into her eyes?
Unsteadily, Jem climbed off her bed and stumbled to the bathroom, where she looked into a mirror above the sink. Tearstains blotched her cheeks red and purple, her skin was very pale, she had Trinity's complexion. Her black hair was stuck to her face.she had her mothers hair as well. Then she looked into her own eyes in the mirror, chocolate brown.Neo's eyes.