Well well well- chapter 3! Thankyou for everyone who has been reviewing.
Author's note: I don't own anything in the matrix except Cybil! Blah blah blah!
By the watchful Moon
Sunset-
Over Mega City.
Chrome structures rising from sterile earth.
The buzz of humanity,
Fleeing back to their homes;
Like ants.
A whole society,
Blindly living their lives away-
Not knowing the truth.
Dressed in a vermillion gown,
Peering down at her reflection.
She sees someone who is not herself.
But it is,
It is the real her.
Her eyes dart around the room,
Looking for something to cover her shoulders and half-bare chest.
Sensitive ears pick up calm footsteps to her door.
In fear, she looks in that direction.
The door opens-
Enter Smith.
In stepped an attractive man;
In an elegant black suit complete with shades.
Taking them off,
He walks towards her.
There is a certain aura about him-
That makes him inhuman.
Synthesised flesh.
He greets her with a misty kiss.
'Good evening my dear-
I trust you slept well.' He purrs, flashing his amazing azure eyes.
'I did sir.' She replies without thinking,
Too occupied with him caressing her hand.
She feels attracted to him.
But she is not quite sure why...
'Come, Mademoiselle.
Please join me for supper.
It isn't often I receive visitors.'
Out to the hall,
Ascending up a spiralling staircase-
He leads her.
Dark pictures on the walls display amazing beasts tearing up man flesh;
Swooning women in the arms of handsome, winged vampires-
Their fates sealed in a fatal kiss.
A creak-
And the door shuts behind her.
The room is dim,
It's only light source is an ornate candelabra-
And an ever-watching moon.
The chair is beautiful.
Finely and delicately crafted.
But it is cold-
And hard.
Like the room-
And the man.
The meal too is exquisite.
Salmon,
With it's smokey, soft flesh;
Complemented by a rich pasta sauce and crusty bread.
The desert is seductive,
It excites her taste buds and rolls down the throat like silk.
Smooth, luscious chocolate.
Diablo's siren song.
And the wine!
Wine is such a strange elixir.
It opens a meal the way a musician might begin their piece.
The first note hits strongly.
From then on, the tempo rises and falls-
Finishing in a glorious flourish;
At the last mouthful of liquor at desert.
Then it is gone,
You cannot bring it back-
And you feel empty.
The drink also makes her talkative.
She tells him everything about her.
He, on the other hand-
Tells her nothing of his.
However-
He tells her,
About how she came to exist.
Author's note: I don't own anything in the matrix except Cybil! Blah blah blah!
Sunset-
Over Mega City.
Chrome structures rising from sterile earth.
The buzz of humanity,
Fleeing back to their homes;
Like ants.
A whole society,
Blindly living their lives away-
Not knowing the truth.
Dressed in a vermillion gown,
Peering down at her reflection.
She sees someone who is not herself.
But it is,
It is the real her.
Her eyes dart around the room,
Looking for something to cover her shoulders and half-bare chest.
Sensitive ears pick up calm footsteps to her door.
In fear, she looks in that direction.
The door opens-
Enter Smith.
In stepped an attractive man;
In an elegant black suit complete with shades.
Taking them off,
He walks towards her.
There is a certain aura about him-
That makes him inhuman.
Synthesised flesh.
He greets her with a misty kiss.
'Good evening my dear-
I trust you slept well.' He purrs, flashing his amazing azure eyes.
'I did sir.' She replies without thinking,
Too occupied with him caressing her hand.
She feels attracted to him.
But she is not quite sure why...
'Come, Mademoiselle.
Please join me for supper.
It isn't often I receive visitors.'
Out to the hall,
Ascending up a spiralling staircase-
He leads her.
Dark pictures on the walls display amazing beasts tearing up man flesh;
Swooning women in the arms of handsome, winged vampires-
Their fates sealed in a fatal kiss.
A creak-
And the door shuts behind her.
The room is dim,
It's only light source is an ornate candelabra-
And an ever-watching moon.
The chair is beautiful.
Finely and delicately crafted.
But it is cold-
And hard.
Like the room-
And the man.
The meal too is exquisite.
Salmon,
With it's smokey, soft flesh;
Complemented by a rich pasta sauce and crusty bread.
The desert is seductive,
It excites her taste buds and rolls down the throat like silk.
Smooth, luscious chocolate.
Diablo's siren song.
And the wine!
Wine is such a strange elixir.
It opens a meal the way a musician might begin their piece.
The first note hits strongly.
From then on, the tempo rises and falls-
Finishing in a glorious flourish;
At the last mouthful of liquor at desert.
Then it is gone,
You cannot bring it back-
And you feel empty.
The drink also makes her talkative.
She tells him everything about her.
He, on the other hand-
Tells her nothing of his.
However-
He tells her,
About how she came to exist.