Real World , Real Love
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Oh yes, I forgot to address one concern of gypsy's, Trinity sickness is (not just a plothole) but a mentally induced thing, caused by (obviously, and perhaps a little fancifully) heartache. The whole issue with the blood thing is moving slowly, I'll admit, but I'm trying to work it in slowly, and I (hope) it will turn out all right in the plot. It's not a gargantuan thing, so don't make a gargantuan thing out of it. (Please?)
Real World, Real Love
Dark shades met dark shades. Neo could 'hear' the ragged breathing of Trinity through the code.
"Yes," the first agent said, as if reading his mind, "She is still-"
"Alive," the second finished.
"But soon you will not be." Ooh, scary.
He let off a torrent of bullets, and the battle began. Each moved as fast as lightning, each as difficult to hit. By the time they were empty, their positions were reversed. At close proximity, he could see for himself the damage they had inflicted on her. Bloody lips parted, only to issue a quiet warning, "Get out of here. Get out Neo, they'll get you. Get out!" Lucky she wasn't really his superior officer anymore.
Naturally, he would do no such thing. A second later, it was arms and legs that flew through the air, as Trinity watched the onslaught. He wasn't going to be fast enough. They were just about killing him. There was something there, something missing. He was slower, mind more clouded. She knew if was because of his concern for her. No way in hell was she going to just sit here and do nothing, no way she was going to let him get himself killed trying to save her. Hell no. Desperately trying to shake the dizziness from her head, she pulled herself into an upright position. She slid two small knives from her belt. Now was her chance. Just a moment, another seconds. Damn it Neo, MOVE!
The blade flew through the air, coming directly into contact with the agent's right temple. Down he fell, instantly changing from an agent to a dirty homeless man. With the alleviated pressure of the seconds agent, he quickly took the charge of the situation, finishing him off with a well- placed strike between the eyes. He too, changed. To the innocent passerby, it looked like there had been one hell of a homeless fight.
As Neo moved to pick her up, Trinity pushed him back with what strength she had, and muttered, almost inaudibly, "I can walk." Despite the seriousness of their predicament, and that they were just a little bloody, he could have laughed at her determined face. Her will alone pulled her up onto her feet, and although appearing extremely wobbly, she stumbled to the alley's opening. Carefully placing his arm around her waist, he bit his lip as she tensed up in pain.
"The exit is about a block from here."
Her face twisted, whether from pain, despair, or both, he did not know. "Let me carry you."
Her mouth formed the word no, she didn't need need help, until she realized she did need him. She needed him so very much. Of course, it was so much easier thinking it than admitting it. She nodded as much as her body would allow, and he scooped her up. He couldn't explain how good it felt to hold her like this again. Couldn't describe the sheer emotion, torn between an unbelievable desire to kiss her, and the terrible sinking feeling when he saw her injuries. What the hell, they were together, weren't they? He dipped his head, even though they were flying in mid-air, and kissed her. He felt momentary hurt as she stiffened, and froze up, before relaxing again. He had to remember, the drastic change from an almost unfeeling warrior to a loving woman was difficult to make. Still, it felt..almost heavenly, despite their false surroundings. Heaven was in the real world, where they were real, where touch could be real. And despite how good it felt here, neither could forget the feeling of their first kiss, aboard the Neb, something the machines couldn't hope to replicate.
They descended slowly, and once he felt solid ground under his feet, the seriousness of their current condition came rushing back. He gently let her back on her feet, but made an unspoken demand that she rest on him. Taking her cell phone from her belt, he flipped it open, and contacted the Neb. Tank's voice came through, "Operator."
"Tank, we need the exit."
"Got it."
Almost immediately, the phone standing nearly directly in front of them began to ring. The sound shook Trinity back to her surroundings, out of the dazed stupor she'd fallen into. She tried to move forward, but the swelling in her chest rose, and she coughed violently, blood staining the cement below her. Horribly surprised, Neo turned to face her, shock and concern making his eyes grow wide.
"Trin-"
"I'm fine."
For once, his face hardened in stern countenance, "No, you're not."
He reconnected to the Neb, trying to make the conversation brief; he feared agents might be upon them at any time. "Tank, when she's out, run some tests, contact me and-"
Tank interrupted, "We know. We saw it on the screens. It's TB Neo, consumption. I'll transmit her scans after you're out."
The line then went dead. And that damned phone was still ringing. Trinity stumbled forward to pick it up, lifted it off the hook. Before exiting, however, he stepped into the tiny booth as well, gently stroked her cheek. She'd said they wouldn't, she wouldn't, not here, not in this false world. But when you can't be together in the real world, you must settle for the false. Right? She smiled, one of her rare, sweet smiles, and overlapped his hand with her own. She mouthed the words, I love you.
In the next moment, she'd pressed the receiver to her ear, and she was gone.
Smiling slightly, he pulled his own cell out, and reached the Kedavra. "I need the exit."
After a slight pause, the phone rang again. He picked it up, and in a moment, he too was gone.
He did not see the eyes, shielded by a pair of dark lenses that peered around a corner and widened. He did not see the black suit of the woman that stepped confidently out of sight, a knowing smirk on her face. He would wish he had.
A/N: Well, that whole phone booth thing was way too long. Oh, and I'd really appreciate it if anyone could tell me: Do the agents know how they get out? I know that just spoiled everything, but if they do, let's pretend they don't. Please, any feedback on this issue is very, very much appreciated. (Wow, I use that word a lot) And I admit that this one isn't nearly as long as I meant for it to be, but it seemed like a good place to stop.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Oh yes, I forgot to address one concern of gypsy's, Trinity sickness is (not just a plothole) but a mentally induced thing, caused by (obviously, and perhaps a little fancifully) heartache. The whole issue with the blood thing is moving slowly, I'll admit, but I'm trying to work it in slowly, and I (hope) it will turn out all right in the plot. It's not a gargantuan thing, so don't make a gargantuan thing out of it. (Please?)
Real World, Real Love
Dark shades met dark shades. Neo could 'hear' the ragged breathing of Trinity through the code.
"Yes," the first agent said, as if reading his mind, "She is still-"
"Alive," the second finished.
"But soon you will not be." Ooh, scary.
He let off a torrent of bullets, and the battle began. Each moved as fast as lightning, each as difficult to hit. By the time they were empty, their positions were reversed. At close proximity, he could see for himself the damage they had inflicted on her. Bloody lips parted, only to issue a quiet warning, "Get out of here. Get out Neo, they'll get you. Get out!" Lucky she wasn't really his superior officer anymore.
Naturally, he would do no such thing. A second later, it was arms and legs that flew through the air, as Trinity watched the onslaught. He wasn't going to be fast enough. They were just about killing him. There was something there, something missing. He was slower, mind more clouded. She knew if was because of his concern for her. No way in hell was she going to just sit here and do nothing, no way she was going to let him get himself killed trying to save her. Hell no. Desperately trying to shake the dizziness from her head, she pulled herself into an upright position. She slid two small knives from her belt. Now was her chance. Just a moment, another seconds. Damn it Neo, MOVE!
The blade flew through the air, coming directly into contact with the agent's right temple. Down he fell, instantly changing from an agent to a dirty homeless man. With the alleviated pressure of the seconds agent, he quickly took the charge of the situation, finishing him off with a well- placed strike between the eyes. He too, changed. To the innocent passerby, it looked like there had been one hell of a homeless fight.
As Neo moved to pick her up, Trinity pushed him back with what strength she had, and muttered, almost inaudibly, "I can walk." Despite the seriousness of their predicament, and that they were just a little bloody, he could have laughed at her determined face. Her will alone pulled her up onto her feet, and although appearing extremely wobbly, she stumbled to the alley's opening. Carefully placing his arm around her waist, he bit his lip as she tensed up in pain.
"The exit is about a block from here."
Her face twisted, whether from pain, despair, or both, he did not know. "Let me carry you."
Her mouth formed the word no, she didn't need need help, until she realized she did need him. She needed him so very much. Of course, it was so much easier thinking it than admitting it. She nodded as much as her body would allow, and he scooped her up. He couldn't explain how good it felt to hold her like this again. Couldn't describe the sheer emotion, torn between an unbelievable desire to kiss her, and the terrible sinking feeling when he saw her injuries. What the hell, they were together, weren't they? He dipped his head, even though they were flying in mid-air, and kissed her. He felt momentary hurt as she stiffened, and froze up, before relaxing again. He had to remember, the drastic change from an almost unfeeling warrior to a loving woman was difficult to make. Still, it felt..almost heavenly, despite their false surroundings. Heaven was in the real world, where they were real, where touch could be real. And despite how good it felt here, neither could forget the feeling of their first kiss, aboard the Neb, something the machines couldn't hope to replicate.
They descended slowly, and once he felt solid ground under his feet, the seriousness of their current condition came rushing back. He gently let her back on her feet, but made an unspoken demand that she rest on him. Taking her cell phone from her belt, he flipped it open, and contacted the Neb. Tank's voice came through, "Operator."
"Tank, we need the exit."
"Got it."
Almost immediately, the phone standing nearly directly in front of them began to ring. The sound shook Trinity back to her surroundings, out of the dazed stupor she'd fallen into. She tried to move forward, but the swelling in her chest rose, and she coughed violently, blood staining the cement below her. Horribly surprised, Neo turned to face her, shock and concern making his eyes grow wide.
"Trin-"
"I'm fine."
For once, his face hardened in stern countenance, "No, you're not."
He reconnected to the Neb, trying to make the conversation brief; he feared agents might be upon them at any time. "Tank, when she's out, run some tests, contact me and-"
Tank interrupted, "We know. We saw it on the screens. It's TB Neo, consumption. I'll transmit her scans after you're out."
The line then went dead. And that damned phone was still ringing. Trinity stumbled forward to pick it up, lifted it off the hook. Before exiting, however, he stepped into the tiny booth as well, gently stroked her cheek. She'd said they wouldn't, she wouldn't, not here, not in this false world. But when you can't be together in the real world, you must settle for the false. Right? She smiled, one of her rare, sweet smiles, and overlapped his hand with her own. She mouthed the words, I love you.
In the next moment, she'd pressed the receiver to her ear, and she was gone.
Smiling slightly, he pulled his own cell out, and reached the Kedavra. "I need the exit."
After a slight pause, the phone rang again. He picked it up, and in a moment, he too was gone.
He did not see the eyes, shielded by a pair of dark lenses that peered around a corner and widened. He did not see the black suit of the woman that stepped confidently out of sight, a knowing smirk on her face. He would wish he had.
A/N: Well, that whole phone booth thing was way too long. Oh, and I'd really appreciate it if anyone could tell me: Do the agents know how they get out? I know that just spoiled everything, but if they do, let's pretend they don't. Please, any feedback on this issue is very, very much appreciated. (Wow, I use that word a lot) And I admit that this one isn't nearly as long as I meant for it to be, but it seemed like a good place to stop.