"Trinity" Neo gazed out the window of the car. Morpheus drove, only
heightening Neo's sense of wrongness at the situation. Trinity should be
here, and Trinity should be driving. A knot in the pit of his stomach that
had been with him ever since he last left the Matrix was gradually
tightening, as he had to increasingly suppress his worry, panic. Every
second Trinity might be in danger. Every second Trinity might be-
* * *
TRINITY'S FLASHBACK "Dead! I'm gonna be dead!" The teenager panicked, flattening himself against the seat of the car.
"No you're not" Trinity directed, the emotionless calm possessing her only betrayed by the whiteness of her knuckles as she ferociously jerked the steering wheel back and forth.
"Please, I don't want to die!"
"You're not going to die; I'll get you out of here. I promise."
"I trust you"
END FLASHBACK
Trinity lay in the deserted alley, the quietness of night bathing the scene in eerie unreality. She was clearly unconscious, her arms and legs splayed at weird angles, her dark head lolling on the paving stones.
Her eyes were wide open, gazing unseeingly at the dingy back steps of the deserted Taj Mahal Indian Restaurant, whilst inside her head, the Man toyed with her.
MINDSCAPE Trinity stood in the centre of the main street. It was deserted, a gust of wind collecting some abandoned papers and discarding them further along the street. She was uninjured, her clothes whole and clean. She looked down at herself, then down the empty street. Where was she? She had been- she had been doing- what had just happened? Was this a dream?
A loud squawking of birds taking flight from the other end of the street caused her to whip her head around, eyes widening at the sight of three agents walking slowly, in step, towards her. Her heart quickened, her fists clenched. No one but Neo had ever fought an agent and lived. And she was facing three.
She tried to run, but she couldn't move. Literally. Her brain tried desperately to work the muscles that moved her legs, but some outside force was preventing it. Panicking now, she desperately struggled against the invisible bonds rooting her to the spot, fumbling for her gun in its holster and dropping it, so that it skidded just out of reach. She looked up, alien terror plain in her eyes. As the agents halted ten feet away, and raised their guns, she emitted a savage cry of pain and frustration, desperately trying to kick, fall, anything to get away.
It was no use.
The click of the agents guns being cocked in perfect unison raised her head again, as she stared down the barrel of death. A blast sounded from the guns and she had time only to think - Neo, I'm going to die! - When she was ripped from her invisible bonds by a violent impact from the side. Tumbling to the ground, rolling over and raising her head, she looked up to see Neo's face staring back at her, his hands clutching at three bullet holes in his chest, dark blood pooling around him.
* * *
TRINITY'S FLASHBACK "Dead! I'm gonna be dead!" The teenager panicked, flattening himself against the seat of the car.
"No you're not" Trinity directed, the emotionless calm possessing her only betrayed by the whiteness of her knuckles as she ferociously jerked the steering wheel back and forth.
"Please, I don't want to die!"
"You're not going to die; I'll get you out of here. I promise."
"I trust you"
END FLASHBACK
Trinity lay in the deserted alley, the quietness of night bathing the scene in eerie unreality. She was clearly unconscious, her arms and legs splayed at weird angles, her dark head lolling on the paving stones.
Her eyes were wide open, gazing unseeingly at the dingy back steps of the deserted Taj Mahal Indian Restaurant, whilst inside her head, the Man toyed with her.
MINDSCAPE Trinity stood in the centre of the main street. It was deserted, a gust of wind collecting some abandoned papers and discarding them further along the street. She was uninjured, her clothes whole and clean. She looked down at herself, then down the empty street. Where was she? She had been- she had been doing- what had just happened? Was this a dream?
A loud squawking of birds taking flight from the other end of the street caused her to whip her head around, eyes widening at the sight of three agents walking slowly, in step, towards her. Her heart quickened, her fists clenched. No one but Neo had ever fought an agent and lived. And she was facing three.
She tried to run, but she couldn't move. Literally. Her brain tried desperately to work the muscles that moved her legs, but some outside force was preventing it. Panicking now, she desperately struggled against the invisible bonds rooting her to the spot, fumbling for her gun in its holster and dropping it, so that it skidded just out of reach. She looked up, alien terror plain in her eyes. As the agents halted ten feet away, and raised their guns, she emitted a savage cry of pain and frustration, desperately trying to kick, fall, anything to get away.
It was no use.
The click of the agents guns being cocked in perfect unison raised her head again, as she stared down the barrel of death. A blast sounded from the guns and she had time only to think - Neo, I'm going to die! - When she was ripped from her invisible bonds by a violent impact from the side. Tumbling to the ground, rolling over and raising her head, she looked up to see Neo's face staring back at her, his hands clutching at three bullet holes in his chest, dark blood pooling around him.