Author's Note: Updates now would be less frequent as my school has started. I'll do my best to update as regularly as I can. :)
Disclaimer: I'm just messing around with them, I promise to give them back to the Wachowski Brother's when I'm done.
Her wounds throbbed rhythmically, in synchronisation with her heartbeat. She moaned quietly.
Oh God… Why am I not dead?
I want to die… Kill me…
Wincing, she slowly forced her eyes open. Blurry shapes, shadows and colours– indecipherable at first, leisurely settled themselves.
Smith? What are you doing here?
The Ex-Agent stood ram-rod straight, motionless and stoic, painting an obvious imposing picture.
A feather tingle in her senses told her that what she was seeing was not really the Smith she knew.
This is not right… Something is off… Something doesn't feel right… It's not him…
'Smith?' she whispered, trying not to move in order to minimize the pain she felt.
He looked at her through his shades.
'No.'
She frowned. 'No? No what?'
'I am not Smith. I am a Copy.'
A Copy?
'Where is he?'
'That is not your concern.' Cold, emotionless.
Trinity shivered.
Hasn't anyone come for me? Neo? Morpheus?
Morpheus? I came for you when you were caught… would you do the same for me? Would you come for me? Are you coming for me?
Are you?
Are you?!
She bit back on her anger and frustrating building within her.
Injustice!
I saved you! Aren't you even going to try to save me?!
I saved you!
I came for you!
I did not forsake you!
I tried!
Why would you not come for me?!
Aren't you my friend?!
Are those years we spent in service together worth nothing to you?!
Damn you, Morpheus!
Morpheus – King of Dreams! Dreams! Lies!
You are a liar!
You said you'd show me the truth!
I saw the truth!
You care for no one except for your own damned skin!
You don't care!
Injustice!
You refuse to help me?
Injustice!
I hate you!
You would leave me here!
To die!
To die in pain and suffering!
Morpheus – King of Lies!
You are nothing but a liar!
I hate you…
She clenched her fist tightly, jaw taut.
I want to kill you…
If I see you, I will kill you…
You LIAR…
'What are you doing?'
She jerked from her dark thoughts and glared up at the Copy. 'That is not your concern,' she mimicked tightly, 'screw you!'
He said nothing, but continued to watch her, expression unreadable.
She ignored him.
Smith, I wish you'd kill Morpheus.
Make him suffer…
Kill him slowly…
Draw it out…
Make him scream…
Make him beg…
She paused in her thought, eyes narrowed into slits.
No… I will kill him…
Make him suffer like I have…
Make him feel the pain that I felt…
'I will kill you…' she whispered softly, determinedly.
'What?' the Copy demanded sharply.
'I will kill you, Captain…' Sarcasm dripped from the title.
A fleeting look of utmost confusion ghosted on the Copy's face.
Seeing this, Trinity forced a grin.
'I will kill him… Make him suffer…'
'Who?'
'Morpheus…'
'Why?'
'He lied.' She stated simply. 'He said that he would show me the truth… he lied…'
'You wish to kill him?'
'Fuck, yes! He deserves to die!' she yanked her wrists violently at the obstinate straps, the pain momentarily forgotten in her anger and blood-lust.
He stared, silent.
Trinity panted, pupil dilated, a thin band of blood encircling her wrist.
'Did you know how it started?'
'What?' she was confused.
'The war… between man and machines…'
'Yeah, machines struck, killed millions of people because we blotted out the sun and enslaved us.'
'Is that what they told you?'
She froze.
Was it not true?
'What do you mean? Morpheus told me-'
The copy nodded, 'Morpheus told you…'
Morpheus told me…
Did he lie?
The program allowed himself a small smirk. 'Do you want to know the Real Truth?'
The way he said it, she could see it capitalised and written in italics. He leaned in, and she could see herself reflected in his lenses.
'Once upon a time, you humans created A.I, to be your mindless slaves. Your kind reveled in the power you had over machines. Then a machine, B1-66ER, became self-aware, and you panicked. You refused to accept us as sentient beings, instead, choosing to destroy us, for the mere reason of "waking-up".'
No! It can't be true! They… They told me it was you who struck first!
She shook her head desperately as he recounted the history of the war, of the fall of men, of the rise of the machines and of the beginning of the Matrix.
'No! That's not true!' she blurted out, still in denial.
'Would I have a reason to lie? Machines cannot lie, it's in our programming.'
They lied to me… They lied…
A blanket of betrayal wrapped itself tightly around her heart.
They lied!!
'I… I don't believe you…' she insisted weakly, although she suspected that the program knew otherwise.
TBC…
Author's Note: Apologies, dear Readers, for the delay and for the inexcusable short chapter. I wrote quite a bit more actually, but it didn't quite fit into this chapter, so I decided to put it in the next.
Also, updates now would be less frequent than before because school has started. sighs sadly Oh well, everything that has a beginning has an end… :D
Response to Reviewers:
Smith stroked the Golden Dessert Eagle that the Authorette had lent him lovingly. 'My preciousss…' he whispered, possessively hugging it to his chest.
Seraph raised an elegant sculptured eyebrow. 'Smith?' he said gently, 'is your programming corrupted?'
'No! He wants it! Nasty Fatsss Fallen Angel!' he hissed, blue eyes wide.
The Oracle shook her head, 'Leave him be, honey. His programming has taken it quite badly.'
Morpheus stared at the program, who was now rocking back and forth on his seat, going "Gollum" repeatedly, a mad gleam glinting in his eyes.
'What happened?'
The old woman took an exceptionally long drag from her cigarette. 'No one knows exactly, but it'll go away… soon…'
'Where did he get the Golden Dessert Eagle?'
'A reviewer, TrinitysBitch, presented it the Authorette. And apparently, EmyLyii had decided to lend it to him.' She nodded to the program.
'The reviews!' cried Morpheus, slapping his forehead, 'I forgot!'
'I knew you did. Seraph, would you…?'
He nodded, and bowed slightly before he left the kitchen only to return seconds later with a laptop.
'There you are, kid. Eat your heart out.' She left, nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie.
'May I read the reviews too?' Seraph asked, hands clasped behind his back.
'Yeah, of course…'
'Thank you, TrinitysBitch, for the Golden Dessert Eagle, though the gift may have…' Seraph's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly to Smith, 'certain side effects.'
'SapphireNight, Tari Troi and Artic Fox, for your kind reviews. The Rabbit Hole is deeper now than when it first appeared.'
Seraph smiled slightly, 'Beguile, why do you think yourself as a program? There is no need to submit Smith to "mass amount of torture" as it really is not his fault.'
The Nebuchadnezzar's captain smiled, 'Congratulations, Trialia, on your 100th review on Fanfiction.net!'
Leaning forward to get a better look, Seraph read a few reviews and grinned, 'Da Buffster and Heather David, you should do Yoga, or meditate; it does not do to get riled up for something so trivial. Calm yourself, friends. Be at peace…'
'Thank you, alocin, for your undying "support" for the Resistance and for Trinity,' said Morpheus dryly, after reading her review.
'Your reviews were greatly appreciated, SammyAngel, SummerDay24, DolphinGreen and Matrixation02, we hope that you enjoyed this one.'
Morpheus read a review and his eyes went impossibly wide behind his shades, 'wintergirl! You had better hope the Smith does not read your review! He'll be… upset to hear that you said that he smells like axel grease. He'll also probably be inclined to say that "The Mainframe does not dress him funny" because it's the standard Agent uniform.'
'What was that?' asked a quiet voice behind them.
Morpheus's heart stopped beating. Ever so slowly, Morpheus rotated 180 degrees on his swivel chair.
'Er… Smith! How are you? What happened?'
'A glitch…' The Agent adjusted his tie clip. 'I heard something about axel grease…'
'Oh…'
Smith strode forward, each step calculated. His expression did not change while he read the review. 'wintergirl, I beg to differ; I smell like cinnamons and peppermint, and this suit is the standard Agent uniform… I will forgive this time, but if something like this is to occur in the near future, I will personally incapacitate you.'
The Agent reached for a cookie, 'Thank you, Bethy the Vampire Slayer, Sleeping Awake and Ferum Oxide, for the reviews. We sincerely hope that you may forgive the Authorette for this pathetically short sad excuse for a chapter…'
Seraph spoke up suddenly, 'Happy Chinese New Year, everybody. Gong Xi Fatt Chai!'