Chapter 4:
The Strength of Love
"You can't die...because I love you." She had said to me, as I lie dead in my chair. When Agent Smith had shot me. The first time I had really felt the power of The One. The first time I had ever felt the power of love. I could see Trinity in my mind. So beautiful. So graceful. I could make out every line, every feature of her face. She loved me. She wouldn't give up on me. She loved me. I couldn't give up on myself...I could do this...I didn't die then, and I wasn't going to die now...
I opened my eyes.
The helicopter had begun its decent to the ground. It was about fifty feet above me, sure that I was going to leave a dent in the pavement. They were wrong. I twisted my body over so that I faced the ground. I was getting closer. I could see the looks on people's faces as I came closer to the ground. I held my arms straight out beside me, my right arm throbbed with pain. It was almost blinding me. I pushed it to the back of my mind. I had to focus.
The air hummed around my body. I could feel the heat on my face from the sun-baked pavement below. I gathered my strength. My body grew warm again. Somewhere in the back of my mind my shoulder screamed with an unbearable pain. My descent slowed, but not fast enough. I clenched my teeth and tightened every muscle. My jaw ached. Fatigue set in. I had to push harder. The passing windows slowed down until I could almost count them. The people below started screaming. I was almost at a complete stop, hovering about 15 feet above the ground. I was still falling around 20 miles per hour or so. The frenzy in the street was enormous, almost as big as the pain that now began to course through my body. I couldn't hold it and longer. My focus slipped, as well as my grip on the air. I plummeted the rest of the way down.
I hit hard. I felt my teeth dig into my cheek and my lip. Pain shot through my entire body. I was alive but didn't feel so far from death. I pushed myself with my one good arm off the pavement and stood up. I spat blood onto the ground, and I was pretty sure at least one of my ribs was broken. Blinding pain clouded my eyes with every breath I took. But that wasn't compared to what came next.
The helicopter had seen that I had caught myself and had circled back for another pass. It came barreling down the street just a few inches off the ground. It opened fire, but with no room to maneuver the shots just flew past, hitting random cars and sending people scattering. I had to get out of the streets and away from people. I had to get back in the air. I raised my left arm and, with what strength I had left, took off into the air and down the street. They gave chase.
I kept close to the buildings on the right, forcing the agent on the left to give up his turret position on the left of the chopper and fire at me only with his gun. He fired off shots at me, left and right. I couldn't focus on the bullets, so I simple dipped up and down in the air. Flying was taking too much out of me. I couldn't dodge and fly at the same time. It was just too much. I sloped my body up hoping to catch a draft that would lift me so I didn't have to try so hard.
Bullets flew by my ear. He was getting awfully close. It wouldn't be long for him to zero in on me. I had to find cover. I pointed myself toward the top of a skyscraper.
I landed hard on the top. I wasn't worried about gracefulness at this very moment in time. I crouched low behind a vent and held my arm close to my chest. Blood soaked the front of my wardrobe. I had lost my phone, so I had no way of calling Link for help. I heard the chopper ascend behind me. I pulled myself in closer to the vent, hoping they would think that I just flew right past. "Wait," I thought, "How can I truly call myself The One if I'm sitting here hiding from my enemy like a coward?" I had to do something besides hide. I had to fight. Taking a deep breath I stood up, and turned to face them. Two of the three jumped out onto the room with me while one stayed and circled in the helicopter. I let go of my arm and let it hang at my side like the other. I couldn't show them my pain. I couldn't let them know I bled. I didn't know what I was going to do. But I knew one thing for sure...
This was going to hurt.
Tbc
A/N: Hey everyone hoped you like it. I'm trying to turn out one a day for all of your hardcore readers out there. I've found that I love writing this!!! ITS GREAT!! R&R Plz and thx for all your reviews (
"You can't die...because I love you." She had said to me, as I lie dead in my chair. When Agent Smith had shot me. The first time I had really felt the power of The One. The first time I had ever felt the power of love. I could see Trinity in my mind. So beautiful. So graceful. I could make out every line, every feature of her face. She loved me. She wouldn't give up on me. She loved me. I couldn't give up on myself...I could do this...I didn't die then, and I wasn't going to die now...
I opened my eyes.
The helicopter had begun its decent to the ground. It was about fifty feet above me, sure that I was going to leave a dent in the pavement. They were wrong. I twisted my body over so that I faced the ground. I was getting closer. I could see the looks on people's faces as I came closer to the ground. I held my arms straight out beside me, my right arm throbbed with pain. It was almost blinding me. I pushed it to the back of my mind. I had to focus.
The air hummed around my body. I could feel the heat on my face from the sun-baked pavement below. I gathered my strength. My body grew warm again. Somewhere in the back of my mind my shoulder screamed with an unbearable pain. My descent slowed, but not fast enough. I clenched my teeth and tightened every muscle. My jaw ached. Fatigue set in. I had to push harder. The passing windows slowed down until I could almost count them. The people below started screaming. I was almost at a complete stop, hovering about 15 feet above the ground. I was still falling around 20 miles per hour or so. The frenzy in the street was enormous, almost as big as the pain that now began to course through my body. I couldn't hold it and longer. My focus slipped, as well as my grip on the air. I plummeted the rest of the way down.
I hit hard. I felt my teeth dig into my cheek and my lip. Pain shot through my entire body. I was alive but didn't feel so far from death. I pushed myself with my one good arm off the pavement and stood up. I spat blood onto the ground, and I was pretty sure at least one of my ribs was broken. Blinding pain clouded my eyes with every breath I took. But that wasn't compared to what came next.
The helicopter had seen that I had caught myself and had circled back for another pass. It came barreling down the street just a few inches off the ground. It opened fire, but with no room to maneuver the shots just flew past, hitting random cars and sending people scattering. I had to get out of the streets and away from people. I had to get back in the air. I raised my left arm and, with what strength I had left, took off into the air and down the street. They gave chase.
I kept close to the buildings on the right, forcing the agent on the left to give up his turret position on the left of the chopper and fire at me only with his gun. He fired off shots at me, left and right. I couldn't focus on the bullets, so I simple dipped up and down in the air. Flying was taking too much out of me. I couldn't dodge and fly at the same time. It was just too much. I sloped my body up hoping to catch a draft that would lift me so I didn't have to try so hard.
Bullets flew by my ear. He was getting awfully close. It wouldn't be long for him to zero in on me. I had to find cover. I pointed myself toward the top of a skyscraper.
I landed hard on the top. I wasn't worried about gracefulness at this very moment in time. I crouched low behind a vent and held my arm close to my chest. Blood soaked the front of my wardrobe. I had lost my phone, so I had no way of calling Link for help. I heard the chopper ascend behind me. I pulled myself in closer to the vent, hoping they would think that I just flew right past. "Wait," I thought, "How can I truly call myself The One if I'm sitting here hiding from my enemy like a coward?" I had to do something besides hide. I had to fight. Taking a deep breath I stood up, and turned to face them. Two of the three jumped out onto the room with me while one stayed and circled in the helicopter. I let go of my arm and let it hang at my side like the other. I couldn't show them my pain. I couldn't let them know I bled. I didn't know what I was going to do. But I knew one thing for sure...
This was going to hurt.
Tbc
A/N: Hey everyone hoped you like it. I'm trying to turn out one a day for all of your hardcore readers out there. I've found that I love writing this!!! ITS GREAT!! R&R Plz and thx for all your reviews (