Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix, unfortunately.
I know I haven't updated since a whole month….
But I'm very busy with university at the moment and I also had a little writer's block and didn't know where the story should go and how it possibly could end.
So I needed a little time to think…
I think we´ll have ca. 2-3 more chapters until the great show down..
And of course I´m not telling you yet who killed Julia!!
@Kralia: Well, you got me there ;-) I must confess I didn´t think about that…let´s just pretend that they´re able to stay in the Matrix as long as they want without those drastic consequences!
@Triality: Felice is a short form of Felicitas which is indeed latin and means luck. I always liked that name, maybe some day I´ll name my daughter after that ;-)
**
Because her mother had lots to organize for her silver wedding anniversary, Felice didn't have the time to check Julia's room until the late evening.
Now, that almost everybody had gone to bed she tiptoed the way up to her former cousin's room and stepped in.
Everything was just as they had left it the other evening, the bed still undone. She lit one of the small lamps and pondered what to do. Uncertain, she paced up and down, opened Julia's closets and looked through her belongings.
Nothing that was not quite normal.
Felice sighed.
A hissing sound told her that One was about to phase into the room.
He materialized next to her and grinned.
"Already found something?"
"No! Where's Two?" Felice sounded frustrated.
"He has a far too nice conversation with aunt Gretel that I didn't have the heart to disturb the two of them!" he snickered.
Then he raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't find anything?"
Felice glanced at him angrily. One just smirked.
"Patience, my dear! I think that you just didn't look at the right places!"
"And what places could that be?"
One's coat billowed behind him as he spinned around and eyed the room. Then he stepped to the bed and started to examine it.
Felice eyed him sceptically.
"Ah!" One suddenly said.
"Look at that!"
He showed a small black handkerchief to her.
"What's wrong with it? It's Julia's, I suppose!"
One shook his head and smiled at her. Then he gave it to her.
"Look at it closely. There are initials embroidered on it!"
"K.G." Felice read quietly.
Then her eyes grew big.
"No! That couldn't possibly mean…I mean…he wouldn't…not him, really!"
One laid an arm around her shoulder and squeezed her comfortingly.
"I'm sorry!" he whispered.
K.G.
Klaus Guildenstern.
Sandra's husband.
Shit!
**
With One's help she somehow made it back into their suite. They used the backdoor that straight led into their bedroom. Through the closed door to the living room they could hear Gretel's excited murmuring and Two's British accent that solemnly gave lectures about steak and kidney pie.
Felice threw herself onto the bed's cushions and buried her head underneath the precious silken sheets.
One shook his head and approached the mini bar.
She heard the sound of liquid flowing into crystal glasses and then One's weight pushed the mattress down as he sat down beside her on the bed.
"Stop playing ostrich!" One teased and stroked her back.
Then he pulled the cushions away from her.
Felice sat up and accepted the cognac he gave to her.
They spent a few minutes in silence.
Then the door flew open and a humming Two came in and closed the door behind him.
He snatched the still half full glass out of his twin's hand and emptied it in one big sip. Then he sat down beside Felice and kissed her neck.
She pushed him away.
Two looked a little bit surprised. One raised his eyebrows. Then they smiled.
"Don't take it too serious, Cherie. He's only human, remember that!" One said and patted her shoulder.
"Mmmhhmm…"
"Yes, and who knows what other lovers the bitch had! Maybe it was some sort of jealousy accident!" Two whispered into her ear and then tried kissing her neck again.
"Mmmhhh…"
Felice closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards. Accepting the offer, Two leaned over and showered her neck with small wet kisses while One attempted to open her blouse.
Maybe that evening would still become pleasant!
"Darling?" One murmured while he was busy opening the silver buttons of her blouse with his teeth.
"Mmmhh?" Felices purr was muffled through Two's dreadlocks that hid her lovely face like behind a silver curtain.
"When does"
*Pop-fling*
Another button flew to the ground.
"When does the party"
*pop-fling*
"Start tomorrow?"
*Pop-fling*
The last button was gone and he was rewarded with the appetizing sight of Felices new white silken bra. He sat his eyes on her pant's buttons.
How he loved a good challenge!
Meanwhile Two had reached her collarbone and worked his way further down.
"Well…" Felice began lazily while she enjoyed the pleasure of having two telepathic linked lovers.
"Tomorrow morning we have this nice little ceremony in the chapel…with the whole family."
Suddenly Two's head snapped up.
"Did you say…CHAPEL??" he stammered.
One stopped gnawing buttons and looked at him puzzled.
Felice yawned and stretched.
"Yes, of course. That's what chapels are for, remember?"
Two became now very nervous.
One gulped.
"You didn't…"
"It seemed to be the perfect hide-out, I swear!"
"You wouldn't…"
"How could I know…I mean I'm a program, what do I know about human traditions?"
Felice groaned as she guessed what all that brotherly arguing was about.
"Did you hide the corpse in the chapel??"
Two just looked at his feet.
"Great, just great!" she hissed and jumped to her feet.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?" One wanted to know, as Felice slipped into her shoes and a thin jacket.
"Now what does it look like?" she yelled.
One and Two twitched.
Felice never ever yelled.
"Stay! We're going to do this!" One insisted as Felice took a flashlight and a sack.
"Hah!! Do you think I would let you do this a third time alone? Then I bet you're hiding her right in front of my mother's nose!"
Fuming, she left the room.
The Twins looked at each other for a mere second and then followed her.
**
The gravel crunched under her feet as she went through the darkness. A small path led away from the mansion into the woods where the chapel was. Like the house itself it belonged to her family and they used it for the different festivities over the year.
Only for Sandra's and Klaus wedding it had been too small.
Klaus.
She didn't want to think about him at the moment.
What would be harder to tell Sandra?
That her husband was a murderer?
Or that he did betray her?
Or both?
She didn't know.
Shuddering, Felice sped up as she entered the woods. Being here alone always gave her the creeps, although she knew of course that the Twins were right behind her and ready to rescue her from what ever might be lurking in here.
She finally reached the chapel and waited for One and Two to accompany her. After a few moments they became solid in front of her.
She looked at them grimly.
"Okay. Two, you go inside and get the corpse!"
Two nodded and phased again.
"And One, you go to the other side and keep watch while I'm watching here if someone's coming!"
One sighed and left.
Now Felice stood alone in the dark in front of the chapel's door and froze terribly.
Impatiently, she hopped from one foot to the other. The she heard a noise from the left side behind her.
Expecting Two carrying Julia's corpse, she turned around and smiled widely.
Of course it was not Two.
Tom stepped out of the woods and flashed his best boy group smile at her.
Felice shrieked.
"Shhh, it's just me sweetheart!" he whispered and crushed her ribs in a bone breaking embrace.
Then he kissed her.
"My beloved! I knew you would get my letter! And I know that you would come here to meet me! Did you like the flowers?"
Felice coughed and struggled in his embrace. She felt like the heroine in a cheap B-movie.
"Let go off me!" she demanded.
His embrace just got tighter.
"We two are simply destined for one another!" Tom breathed into her ear.
Felice shuddered. The man had become totally mad!
Then she gulped.
She suddenly remembered that she just wore her bra under her thin leather jacket. Damn One and his passion for buttons!
"We will flee this inhospitably country! We can go where ever you want!"
She struggled again but was just rewarded with a sly smile from him.
"We can move in at my mother's house! She will teach you everything a proper wife should know! We will grow our own corn and everything we need for a living!"
Slowly Felice felt panic creeping up her spine.
"And our children will be our greatest joy! I always wanted a big family! And you're still young enough to give birth to a couple of children!"
Now that was too much!
Having Niobes moody and big bellied appearance in mind, Felice finally succeeded in reaching into her pocket and grabbing the silver hilted razor blade Two had gave to her shortly after her marriage.
Remembering their lessons she lunged at him and cut his arm.
Tom yelped at the unexpected pain and let go off her.
Because she didn't want to fight against a martial arts expert Felice decided to simply run for her life. She was too over nervous to call out mentally for help from the Twins. But she knew that One was waiting somewhere at the chapel's backside. If she was fast enough to reach him, she would be safe.
She sprinted over the dark green grass, not really seeing the way before her feet.
Heavy breathing and quick steps followed her.
She finally reached the backside.
Out of breath and frightened to death she hid behind one of the larger trees and looked out for One.
It was pitch black.
And no sign of One!
And yet footsteps that came nearer and nearer.
She peeked around the tree and watched Tom looking around in confusion.
He had lost her.
Trying to clam down her thundering pulse she waited another moments till his tall figure disappeared around the corner.
Then she left the safety of the tree's shadow.
Where the hell was One?
There could be just one solution: he had entered the chapel to help Two wrapping up Julia's body.
Good.
That meant both of them were inside now.
She sneaked back to the entrance.
No Tom. And no Twins.
Carefully she tried to open the big metal gates. Groaning she succeeded in pushing them open just wide enough to wind her body inside.
Into safety.
Just as she was about to push herself through the opening, he grabbed her from behind, giggling madly.
She shrieked.
"What a nice idea, my love. Inside we're undisturbed!"
Tom pushed the gates open wide and shoved her inside, twisting her arm so badly that she cried out in pain.
They stumbled inside.
Right into two white clad persons.
And one of them carried a corpse in his arms.
"Hide!!" Tom yelled and pushed her to the ground.
"There they are again! The criminals that attacked me, they're following me!"
Then he puffed his chest and smirked.
"Well, let's bring it to an end!" he said dramatically.
Two dropped the corpse down on the ground and whirled his blade. With an infuriated scream he attacked.
One at the meantime bent down to check on Felice.
The poor woman in question sat on the stony ground, rubbed her aching arm and asked herself why she always ended lying on the floor and in the bad need to be rescued.
One knelt down beside her embraced her and almost drowned in feelings of guilt.
Felice rubbed her temples and checked if she hadn't lost her razor blade.
Just a few feet next to her, Tom cried out in shock as he saw Two phasing. But he didn't stop fighting.
"I'll teach you not to molest other men's wives!" she could hear Two hiss at him.
"You will not insult my lady! Such a lovely maiden could never bind herself to such a creature as you!" Tom hissed back.
"What's wrong?" One asked worried as Felice started to rob on her hands and knees over the floor.
"My switch blade! I must have lost it as he pushed me….there it is!" she cried out happily and held it up into the air.
*Fling*
The blade slipped out of her sweaty hand.
And flew through the air.
The massive silver hilt blinked in the dim moon light that shown through the coloured windows.
*Pong*
And made painfully contact with the back of Tom´s head.
And knocked him out.
He dropped dead just as Two was about to blow a really nasty hit.
Half an hour later Felice regarded the two wrapped up bundles that they had carried into one of the many unused rooms of the mansion, a laundry room in their case.
One of them dead, the other unconsciously.
Great!
Now they had not only a corpse to dispose but a captive to hide as well.
Just great!
**
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