Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own the Matrix trilogy. Maybe in my
dreams, but not here. Grr. So anyway. I wrote this story for enjoyment
purposes only, that and the fact that I love to write and I LOVE to get
reviews *hint hint*.
Replies !
Priestess of Anubis: Cool name ^_^ Thank you!
Megami no inazumi: I meant long *points* looksee, I didn't think I'd do a prologue so I was talking about the first chapter. Oh, and you KNOW you love teasers ^_^ Glad your interested. I don't know when I'll be updating though, cuz of college an' all.
Shi: Hehehe, something way too long here. Took me ages to type up. I'll try not to keep my faithful reviewers waiting *Huggles everybody* And NO getting impatient. You get dangerous when you get impatient . . .
Triality: Giving :D and there will be plenty of the Twins in this story (Insert evil laughter here) I imagine meeting the Twins everyday, I'm obsessed, but in a good way. . . (More evil laughter) Posted posted posted!
Raving Gryphon: Lmao, don't hurt yourself! I cant have one of my reviewers not be able to review because of a prologue related accident.
Mandy: Mandy! *Huggles* Thank you! I wuv you ^_^ The good work shall always be kept up :D Take care, you too.
Hihi everyone ^_^ Sorry it took me so long to get the first chapter up but college is tough and I still have about 3 lab reports to do -_-;;
So, here's the first chapter!
If you review then you'll get a virtual cookie and as always, a reply in the next chapter *cheesy grin*.
So, read, review and don't kill me for giving it such a big cliffhanger . . .
Chapter 1
Friday was just another school day to me.
I was wearing my usual clothes. Pink everything. Hair, earrings, top, long gloves, rings and nail varnish, trousers, socks and trainers. Even my contacts were pink. You could call me obsessed I guess.
I walked into college as I have done many times before. It was cold and windy out so my pink trench coat kept me nice and warm.
My pink bag was loosely slung over my shoulder and I had the same expression that I have every morning.
Depressed.
A teenager who had only had four hours of sleep.
You could say I was an insomniac, but you'd be wrong.
I like to sleep, just like any other teen, but I was once again up hacking.
I was looking for her again.
I was looking for my best friend who had disappeared months ago.
That's when I remembered our promise.
Flashback
The day was Tuesday; hot and sunny like any normal summer day. Then again, this was England. Anything could happen to the weather.
A and I were on our way to our final class. She had R.E whereas I had Geography. I called her A because it was shorter, like a nickname. We were so close, us two, that we used to finish each other's sentences off and we always knew what the other was thinking.
We were walking slowly, neither of us wanted to hurry.
Lots of people skipped class but we weren't like them. We chose to rebel against the teachers with better plans than merely skipping class.
And we were good at it.
Unfortunately we were the losers of the school. Secondary school had that effect.
We had a certain gang of people that had been maimed losers.
There was Charlotte, David, Alice, A and I. We had lost Susie to popularity, gained to her by her friend Kim. I don't blame her; the offer would seem attractive enough to anybody. Become popular and leave the loser's world behind. But she did the stupid thing, she forgot about her true friends.
So there were five of us left.
We were the lowest forms of life in Highams Park. We were 'The Gilly Gang'.
And we were proud of it.
We didn't have to make sure our appearance was perfect every minute of the day. We didn't need to speak with class. We didn't need to eat with our mouths closed. Being proud is fun.
Today had been a good day. We hadn't been called names as of yet.
We were walking along on the grey concrete. Next to us was a sort of lowered piece of ground that led down some steps into another block of classrooms. It gave way to a steep, grassy hill that you could easily walk up and down on, as long as it wasn't wet.
One of the bullies on our top ten people to hate list, Reece, came past us, we knew he would do something. That's why he was number one.
He pushed A and she overbalanced. She would have fallen down the slope if I hadn't grabbed her arm.
I swung her back around but in doing so I lost my own balance.
A grabbed my arm and pulled me to safety.
We stood up straight and looked at one another.
We realised then and there that no matter what trouble we were in, we would look out for each other, no matter what.
We would risk our life to save each other.
"Friends forever?" A asked as she looked at me and smiled.
"Friends forever." I replied.
End flashback
I was now in college. I was so scared on the first day, Without A it was like a nightmare.
I found it hard to make friends. I was too shy to even say 'Hello'.
So there I was, At College again.
I felt like I didn't fit in there.
It started to rain.
Perfect, nothing like morning and rain and the prospect of two hour long classes to brighten your day.
I had had enough. I just did what she used to do.
"Take the day as it comes, deal with your problems one by one and remember to breathe."
She was always clever enough to think of things like that. But I couldn't be bothered to think.
Class had started and I had to listen.
Damn schooling.
Damnit all to Hell. . .
~*~
End of class and I got to go home.
I couldn't find my friends so I guessed they thought I had already gone off without them. It was okay though, I was going straight home anyway.
I started walking towards home when it started snowing. It was rare that it snowed in the winter in England because apparently the climate was getting hotter.
I looked up and smiled.
A used to love the snow.
I put my hand to my chest and felt for the necklace that she had left behind, left for me.
I caught the two rings around my fingers on the chain that they were on. The goldy-coppery one was an old Lord Of The Rings ring that she had bought cheaply in Index, though she had loved it all the same. The other ring was silver with stars engraved into it. She used to say it was lucky.
I looked up again as the snow brushed across my face. The feeling was nice, the air was fresh and even though I was slightly cold the weather made me feel better. It had stopped snowing when I was in class.
That's when two people passed by me, going either side of me. In my lack of concentration I lost my footing on the pavement and accidentally collided into one of them.
I looked up at them, their silver trenchcoats flying lightly in the breeze, their dreads hanging limply around their shoulders. They looked like angels, but they also looked deadly, they had that kind of glint in their eyes, not that I could see it well behind their dark sunglasses.
Twins were scary enough; they had a way of creeping me out, but albino Twins was just plain weird. They blended in with the snow, like it was a part of them. They held that kind of air to them, like they were important. It was scary.
They looked about six-foot something, I wasn't sure. But it was very intimidating when you're only about 5ft tall.
Thing is, it seemed we all had an obsession over colours, except they weren't wearing pink.
All their clothes were silvery white. Their coats, their shirts, their ties, their trousers, their waistcoats, their boots wow, even their hair was silver!
And there was me, standing there, all in pink. I was like a female version of them.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." I muttered as I turned and carried on walking. It's not like it was on purpose; I had bumped into them by accident. Hadn't I?
~*~*~*~
"One?" Two asked as he watched the teenager walk away into the night.
"Yes Two?" One answered, watching her also.
"I thought the Merovingian had made that programme to make us invisible, his new experiment? To make sure that /they/ couldn't see us?" Two said as he turned to his brother once the teen was out of sight.
"Indeed, and his programmes never fail. We tried it out earlier, and you know how many odd looks we usually get." One answered again.
"Then why did she see us? Is she a rebel?" Two asked.
"No, she's not, but I can't see . . . did you see her code?" One asked as he turned back to where the teenager had gone.
"No, why? What did you see One?" Asked Two, this was getting very confusing.
"She was reading as a programme. . . ."
~*~*~*~
I think that's when they started following me . . .
I wasn't exactly sure but, every now and again within the next few days, when I was concentrating on my surroundings, I saw a wisp of silver and green every now and again, around corners or down the street.
Never in my house, but near the windows . . . It's like they were watching me, to try to find out what I was going to do next.
I was scared, sure. They looked armed and dangerous. Maybe I was just being silly though. As if my mind was playing tricks on me because I wanted to see them again.
I didn't know what to think.
The weekend came and went.
I was up hacking both nights. My family didn't know about it, they always thought I was just up in my room watching TV all night. They thought I was still their little school girl. They were wrong.
There was a moment on both nights when I spoke to a fellow hacker on the net. A meeting place for hackers was set up and we talked now and again, gloating on our previous games with the law.
The person I talked to on both nights was 'Silver Apocalypse'. I never caught on that it might be someone I'd met.
Anyway, as I was saying. It was Monday again.
Mum opted to drive me into college because she had some spare time in the morning. Dad left for work as I got my things ready.
I heard mum start the car and ran downstairs to get in. She dropped my little brother and sister into school and we started driving down the short stretch of motorway to my destination.
That's when I saw it.
A silver and white Smart car came up behind us, A used to like smart cars. I took a closer look by adjusting the mirror attached to the top of the car.
I put on my pink glasses and looked at the car, it was definitely nice. A convertible if I wasn't mistaken, left hand drive.
I looked inside the car and my heart must have skipped about seven beats.
It was them.
They were following us.
And they had a determined look on their faces.
I knew then, as I moved my mirror back up to the ceiling, that I was doomed. There was no way of escaping them while in the car.
I heard a shot ring out and looked next to me.
Mum was leaning against the steering wheel, blood seeping out from her back.
A million things flashed through my head, but the only thing I could think about was the fact that she was dead, she wasn't breathing. I ignored the fact that I was still in a speeding car, that the car was getting faster and that the side of the road was getting closer and closer.
The cars around our car avoided it and looked on in horror as the family car and the only alive person inside hit the side of the road and went straight through a short wall and into a ditch.
There was a huge crashing sound all around me. I realised that I had to get out, before the whole car exploded into a fireball.
I undid my seatbelt but I couldn't get the door open. I choked on the smoke that started to appear and struggled for air.
My door opened and I felt strong hands grip my waist. I was pulled out and pulled over to a safe distance away from the car.
I heard a giant 'BOOM!' sound and I looked over to what I had just been saved from. My mum was still in there but I was too emotionally hurt to move, to speak, I'm sure I stopped blinking at that point.
I looked up into the face of my saviour, but I was disgusted at what I saw. One of 'Them'. He wasn't a saviour, he was a murderer.
His brother joined him at his side as they both stood up and stood back to look at me.
I got up and stood perfectly still.
I realised that everybody that was on the motorway had suddenly disappeared.
I looked around and then back at the Twins. I knew that they were going to kill me. They were going to shoot me while no-one was there. They had managed to kill my mum . . . to get to me.
I felt a wave of guilt. She was dead because of me.
I remembered my martial arts lessons that dad had made me take.
But then something clicked. No, not the sound of someone cocking a gun. A click in my head.
Like another type of self-defence that I had had all along.
I heard a scream.
It was me.
I had screamed.
And for a good reason.
My back felt like it was on fire; there was a great pain, like somebody had cut it deep with a knife.
I looked slightly to my right and saw . . . wings.
Pink wings, like an Angel. They spread out behind me, huge and magnificent.
That's when I decided I was dreaming. This wasn't real, how could it be real. Mum was dead, the car had exploded, two men were about to kill me and I suddenly had angel wings? No way.
This was another one of my strange nightmares, all a dream, a hoax, it wasn't real, I wanted to wake up, I didn't care what it took, and I just wanted to wake up in my bed.
No luck.
I gave up and fell limply to the ground, unconscious.
~*~
"That was strange." Two said as he picked up the teenager in his arms. He feathery wings folded around her neatly.
"We told you she was something more than human." One replied as he opened up the boot of the Smart car.
Two laid the girl carefully in the boot and shut it cautiously.
"Too bad we had to kill her mother huh." Two said as he got into the driver's seat in the front.
One didn't reply but got into the passenger seat.
Two started the engine and put his foot on the accelerator.
"Let's get out of here before the Merovingian's programme decides it's not gonna hold out, shall we? We wouldn't want that load of humans to be able to place us at the scene of the crime." Two said as the car sped off down the motorway again.
"Indeed." One said as he pulled out his switchblade from his pocket and started playing with it. "Chance will be happy she got a new friend." He said as he balanced the blade on the end of his finger with ease.
"And the Merovingian will be happy he's got such a unique new guard." Two said as he sped up.
The Twins drove at top speed down the motorway as the people began to appear again in their cars and stop and try to help with the accident, calling nine nine nine to get the emergency services.
Once again, it was somebody else's turn to go and see the Merovingian.
~*~
Once again I say . . . DON'T KILL ME! It's only a story, right? It's not really happening, right?
. . . Or is it. .
Here's a pic for you, so you know what she looks like. http:// www. worldisround.com/photos/ 1/217/615.jp g
This is one of my favourite pictures and probably took me the most time too. Don't forget, as I say every time. Get rid of the spaces or it wont work.
By the way, the whole memory thing DID actually happen and if my friend is reading this then she'll remember it too. *Waves* Hihi Dudette!
Anyway . . .
The cookies are double chocolate chip . . .
Replies !
Priestess of Anubis: Cool name ^_^ Thank you!
Megami no inazumi: I meant long *points* looksee, I didn't think I'd do a prologue so I was talking about the first chapter. Oh, and you KNOW you love teasers ^_^ Glad your interested. I don't know when I'll be updating though, cuz of college an' all.
Shi: Hehehe, something way too long here. Took me ages to type up. I'll try not to keep my faithful reviewers waiting *Huggles everybody* And NO getting impatient. You get dangerous when you get impatient . . .
Triality: Giving :D and there will be plenty of the Twins in this story (Insert evil laughter here) I imagine meeting the Twins everyday, I'm obsessed, but in a good way. . . (More evil laughter) Posted posted posted!
Raving Gryphon: Lmao, don't hurt yourself! I cant have one of my reviewers not be able to review because of a prologue related accident.
Mandy: Mandy! *Huggles* Thank you! I wuv you ^_^ The good work shall always be kept up :D Take care, you too.
Hihi everyone ^_^ Sorry it took me so long to get the first chapter up but college is tough and I still have about 3 lab reports to do -_-;;
So, here's the first chapter!
If you review then you'll get a virtual cookie and as always, a reply in the next chapter *cheesy grin*.
So, read, review and don't kill me for giving it such a big cliffhanger . . .
Chapter 1
Friday was just another school day to me.
I was wearing my usual clothes. Pink everything. Hair, earrings, top, long gloves, rings and nail varnish, trousers, socks and trainers. Even my contacts were pink. You could call me obsessed I guess.
I walked into college as I have done many times before. It was cold and windy out so my pink trench coat kept me nice and warm.
My pink bag was loosely slung over my shoulder and I had the same expression that I have every morning.
Depressed.
A teenager who had only had four hours of sleep.
You could say I was an insomniac, but you'd be wrong.
I like to sleep, just like any other teen, but I was once again up hacking.
I was looking for her again.
I was looking for my best friend who had disappeared months ago.
That's when I remembered our promise.
Flashback
The day was Tuesday; hot and sunny like any normal summer day. Then again, this was England. Anything could happen to the weather.
A and I were on our way to our final class. She had R.E whereas I had Geography. I called her A because it was shorter, like a nickname. We were so close, us two, that we used to finish each other's sentences off and we always knew what the other was thinking.
We were walking slowly, neither of us wanted to hurry.
Lots of people skipped class but we weren't like them. We chose to rebel against the teachers with better plans than merely skipping class.
And we were good at it.
Unfortunately we were the losers of the school. Secondary school had that effect.
We had a certain gang of people that had been maimed losers.
There was Charlotte, David, Alice, A and I. We had lost Susie to popularity, gained to her by her friend Kim. I don't blame her; the offer would seem attractive enough to anybody. Become popular and leave the loser's world behind. But she did the stupid thing, she forgot about her true friends.
So there were five of us left.
We were the lowest forms of life in Highams Park. We were 'The Gilly Gang'.
And we were proud of it.
We didn't have to make sure our appearance was perfect every minute of the day. We didn't need to speak with class. We didn't need to eat with our mouths closed. Being proud is fun.
Today had been a good day. We hadn't been called names as of yet.
We were walking along on the grey concrete. Next to us was a sort of lowered piece of ground that led down some steps into another block of classrooms. It gave way to a steep, grassy hill that you could easily walk up and down on, as long as it wasn't wet.
One of the bullies on our top ten people to hate list, Reece, came past us, we knew he would do something. That's why he was number one.
He pushed A and she overbalanced. She would have fallen down the slope if I hadn't grabbed her arm.
I swung her back around but in doing so I lost my own balance.
A grabbed my arm and pulled me to safety.
We stood up straight and looked at one another.
We realised then and there that no matter what trouble we were in, we would look out for each other, no matter what.
We would risk our life to save each other.
"Friends forever?" A asked as she looked at me and smiled.
"Friends forever." I replied.
End flashback
I was now in college. I was so scared on the first day, Without A it was like a nightmare.
I found it hard to make friends. I was too shy to even say 'Hello'.
So there I was, At College again.
I felt like I didn't fit in there.
It started to rain.
Perfect, nothing like morning and rain and the prospect of two hour long classes to brighten your day.
I had had enough. I just did what she used to do.
"Take the day as it comes, deal with your problems one by one and remember to breathe."
She was always clever enough to think of things like that. But I couldn't be bothered to think.
Class had started and I had to listen.
Damn schooling.
Damnit all to Hell. . .
~*~
End of class and I got to go home.
I couldn't find my friends so I guessed they thought I had already gone off without them. It was okay though, I was going straight home anyway.
I started walking towards home when it started snowing. It was rare that it snowed in the winter in England because apparently the climate was getting hotter.
I looked up and smiled.
A used to love the snow.
I put my hand to my chest and felt for the necklace that she had left behind, left for me.
I caught the two rings around my fingers on the chain that they were on. The goldy-coppery one was an old Lord Of The Rings ring that she had bought cheaply in Index, though she had loved it all the same. The other ring was silver with stars engraved into it. She used to say it was lucky.
I looked up again as the snow brushed across my face. The feeling was nice, the air was fresh and even though I was slightly cold the weather made me feel better. It had stopped snowing when I was in class.
That's when two people passed by me, going either side of me. In my lack of concentration I lost my footing on the pavement and accidentally collided into one of them.
I looked up at them, their silver trenchcoats flying lightly in the breeze, their dreads hanging limply around their shoulders. They looked like angels, but they also looked deadly, they had that kind of glint in their eyes, not that I could see it well behind their dark sunglasses.
Twins were scary enough; they had a way of creeping me out, but albino Twins was just plain weird. They blended in with the snow, like it was a part of them. They held that kind of air to them, like they were important. It was scary.
They looked about six-foot something, I wasn't sure. But it was very intimidating when you're only about 5ft tall.
Thing is, it seemed we all had an obsession over colours, except they weren't wearing pink.
All their clothes were silvery white. Their coats, their shirts, their ties, their trousers, their waistcoats, their boots wow, even their hair was silver!
And there was me, standing there, all in pink. I was like a female version of them.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." I muttered as I turned and carried on walking. It's not like it was on purpose; I had bumped into them by accident. Hadn't I?
~*~*~*~
"One?" Two asked as he watched the teenager walk away into the night.
"Yes Two?" One answered, watching her also.
"I thought the Merovingian had made that programme to make us invisible, his new experiment? To make sure that /they/ couldn't see us?" Two said as he turned to his brother once the teen was out of sight.
"Indeed, and his programmes never fail. We tried it out earlier, and you know how many odd looks we usually get." One answered again.
"Then why did she see us? Is she a rebel?" Two asked.
"No, she's not, but I can't see . . . did you see her code?" One asked as he turned back to where the teenager had gone.
"No, why? What did you see One?" Asked Two, this was getting very confusing.
"She was reading as a programme. . . ."
~*~*~*~
I think that's when they started following me . . .
I wasn't exactly sure but, every now and again within the next few days, when I was concentrating on my surroundings, I saw a wisp of silver and green every now and again, around corners or down the street.
Never in my house, but near the windows . . . It's like they were watching me, to try to find out what I was going to do next.
I was scared, sure. They looked armed and dangerous. Maybe I was just being silly though. As if my mind was playing tricks on me because I wanted to see them again.
I didn't know what to think.
The weekend came and went.
I was up hacking both nights. My family didn't know about it, they always thought I was just up in my room watching TV all night. They thought I was still their little school girl. They were wrong.
There was a moment on both nights when I spoke to a fellow hacker on the net. A meeting place for hackers was set up and we talked now and again, gloating on our previous games with the law.
The person I talked to on both nights was 'Silver Apocalypse'. I never caught on that it might be someone I'd met.
Anyway, as I was saying. It was Monday again.
Mum opted to drive me into college because she had some spare time in the morning. Dad left for work as I got my things ready.
I heard mum start the car and ran downstairs to get in. She dropped my little brother and sister into school and we started driving down the short stretch of motorway to my destination.
That's when I saw it.
A silver and white Smart car came up behind us, A used to like smart cars. I took a closer look by adjusting the mirror attached to the top of the car.
I put on my pink glasses and looked at the car, it was definitely nice. A convertible if I wasn't mistaken, left hand drive.
I looked inside the car and my heart must have skipped about seven beats.
It was them.
They were following us.
And they had a determined look on their faces.
I knew then, as I moved my mirror back up to the ceiling, that I was doomed. There was no way of escaping them while in the car.
I heard a shot ring out and looked next to me.
Mum was leaning against the steering wheel, blood seeping out from her back.
A million things flashed through my head, but the only thing I could think about was the fact that she was dead, she wasn't breathing. I ignored the fact that I was still in a speeding car, that the car was getting faster and that the side of the road was getting closer and closer.
The cars around our car avoided it and looked on in horror as the family car and the only alive person inside hit the side of the road and went straight through a short wall and into a ditch.
There was a huge crashing sound all around me. I realised that I had to get out, before the whole car exploded into a fireball.
I undid my seatbelt but I couldn't get the door open. I choked on the smoke that started to appear and struggled for air.
My door opened and I felt strong hands grip my waist. I was pulled out and pulled over to a safe distance away from the car.
I heard a giant 'BOOM!' sound and I looked over to what I had just been saved from. My mum was still in there but I was too emotionally hurt to move, to speak, I'm sure I stopped blinking at that point.
I looked up into the face of my saviour, but I was disgusted at what I saw. One of 'Them'. He wasn't a saviour, he was a murderer.
His brother joined him at his side as they both stood up and stood back to look at me.
I got up and stood perfectly still.
I realised that everybody that was on the motorway had suddenly disappeared.
I looked around and then back at the Twins. I knew that they were going to kill me. They were going to shoot me while no-one was there. They had managed to kill my mum . . . to get to me.
I felt a wave of guilt. She was dead because of me.
I remembered my martial arts lessons that dad had made me take.
But then something clicked. No, not the sound of someone cocking a gun. A click in my head.
Like another type of self-defence that I had had all along.
I heard a scream.
It was me.
I had screamed.
And for a good reason.
My back felt like it was on fire; there was a great pain, like somebody had cut it deep with a knife.
I looked slightly to my right and saw . . . wings.
Pink wings, like an Angel. They spread out behind me, huge and magnificent.
That's when I decided I was dreaming. This wasn't real, how could it be real. Mum was dead, the car had exploded, two men were about to kill me and I suddenly had angel wings? No way.
This was another one of my strange nightmares, all a dream, a hoax, it wasn't real, I wanted to wake up, I didn't care what it took, and I just wanted to wake up in my bed.
No luck.
I gave up and fell limply to the ground, unconscious.
~*~
"That was strange." Two said as he picked up the teenager in his arms. He feathery wings folded around her neatly.
"We told you she was something more than human." One replied as he opened up the boot of the Smart car.
Two laid the girl carefully in the boot and shut it cautiously.
"Too bad we had to kill her mother huh." Two said as he got into the driver's seat in the front.
One didn't reply but got into the passenger seat.
Two started the engine and put his foot on the accelerator.
"Let's get out of here before the Merovingian's programme decides it's not gonna hold out, shall we? We wouldn't want that load of humans to be able to place us at the scene of the crime." Two said as the car sped off down the motorway again.
"Indeed." One said as he pulled out his switchblade from his pocket and started playing with it. "Chance will be happy she got a new friend." He said as he balanced the blade on the end of his finger with ease.
"And the Merovingian will be happy he's got such a unique new guard." Two said as he sped up.
The Twins drove at top speed down the motorway as the people began to appear again in their cars and stop and try to help with the accident, calling nine nine nine to get the emergency services.
Once again, it was somebody else's turn to go and see the Merovingian.
~*~
Once again I say . . . DON'T KILL ME! It's only a story, right? It's not really happening, right?
. . . Or is it. .
Here's a pic for you, so you know what she looks like. http:// www. worldisround.com/photos/ 1/217/615.jp g
This is one of my favourite pictures and probably took me the most time too. Don't forget, as I say every time. Get rid of the spaces or it wont work.
By the way, the whole memory thing DID actually happen and if my friend is reading this then she'll remember it too. *Waves* Hihi Dudette!
Anyway . . .
The cookies are double chocolate chip . . .