Backseat of a Greyhound Bus
Part 1
By: LadyTiger06
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the Matrix or the Twins (I wish I did. :-)) This was written for simple enjoyment. "Backseat of a Greyhound Bus" belongs to Sara Evans and her company.
Author's Notes: This is a bit of a Mary Sue, but it's not supposed to be a complicated story. Also – the Twins are a bit out-of-character, but hey, there's a reason to my craziness. :-D Hope you like.
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She wore a dress with cherries on it
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted
A town this small all they do is talk
No wedding ring chipped fingernail polish
She always wished that she could go to college
But some dreams fade
They just slip away
She started to show
A few months ago
And she had to go
And that's how she wound up…
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She sat, all alone, at the bus stop, clutching only one bag in her hand. Though dressed simply, even passerby could see that she possessed, or had once possessed, beauty. She wore a long, white dress that had clusters of red dotted all over, which, at a closer look, turned out to be cherries. She had a pale complexion, complimented by highlighted blond hair that reached the small of her back.
Taking a closer look, however, showed that this young lady was not so favored any longer. Dried tears streaked her face, and she held her head low. It was all too evident – her otherwise thin frame showed those telltale curves in her stomach. Just beginning to show – and an outrage in her small town and within her own family. All against her wishes and hopes – the work of a young man who pretended to love her, and found a way to use her, shattering her dreams.
Her name was Sara. Sixteen, and five months pregnant. Just longing to so somewhere where she'd be wanted, loved. So she'd decided to leave town on a Greyhound bus, using what money she had managed to pull from her bank account. Echoes of her parents' last words still drifted in her mind:
"You just couldn't wait to go get yourself knocked up with that boy…"
"You are no longer a part of this family. You are a disgrace. Get out!"
Do they hate me so much? Sara thought despairingly. I thought I was their beloved daughter… So caught up in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice the two strange figures who emerged from the shadows, standing silently near her at the bus stop. When the Greyhound pulled up, the sign flashing "Columbus, OH," Sara picked up her lone bag and dragged herself up the bus steps, paid, and took a seat towards the back. The two others followed suit, taking seats just behind her. Paying no heed to her "stalkers," Sara rested her head against the window, mourning her shattered dreams.
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"She is the one-" One of the strangers started quietly,
"We are looking for." The other finished.
"Do we kill her now?"
"Not yet."
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Sara heard slight murmurs from behind her, and looked at the reflection of the two other passengers in the window. How strange she thought, twins – with dreadlocks and…sunglasses? Out of the corner of her eye, she noted another strange trait – albinos… Before she could see anything more, the Twins, noticing her stare, shot glares at her through their sunglasses. Immediately Sara resumed looking out the window, falling back into her despair and depression.
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"When are we to kill her?" One whispered.
"She is not the target." The other replied.
"Kill her, and we'll kill the target."
"Another anomaly."
"The baby." Both spoke as one.
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On the backseat of a greyhound bus
Head on down with the windows up
Staring at the rest of her life
She never thought this would be the place
Where she would find her saving grace
But she fell in love she fell in love
On the backseat of a greyhound bus
Oh yeah...yeah…
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Sara continued from city to city – from Columbus to Pittsburgh, on to Boston, and so on. No one would hire or take in a pregnant teen, so she was forced to stay in low-rate hotels and could barely afford her bus pass. From city to city, the Twins continued their pursuit, watching and waiting. Sara, surprisingly, just ignored her followers, concentrating on how she – and her baby – would survive each night, as they came.
The normally stone-cold hearts of the Twins softened ever so slightly towards this helpless teen. Possibly because of their determination to only kill the baby, but even then, that was out of character – killing only as needed, that is. But from time to time, when in a particularly bad spot, Sara would find the means of support in the smallest ways. Were the Twins changing?
After a few months of this sympathy, however, the Twins received a warning from the Merovingian – "Zis girl is nozing. Watch your steps." So their aid ceased, as they continued watching and waiting.
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Author's Notes: Hope you like it so far. I'll have Part 2 up soon, if anyone likes this. Let me know what you think – Reviews wanted and appreciated.
~LadyTiger06