Why is Cybil what she is? All will be revealed...
Disclaimer: The matrix isn't mine- you want it? Go take it up with the W.Bros.

Courtship

She did not come from the womb.
She was not fed by a mother.
She was generated in a petri dish,
And fed by a machine.
A genetically modified human.
A hybroid-
The blended.
A crossbreed of human, lynx and raven.
Created for the eventual destruction of the human race.
Produced for the enjoyment of machines.

They rise from the table.
He leads her to a lounge seat-
It is surprisingly soft.
Its liquid velvet curling beneath her tense fingers.
So luxurious!
But she feels clammy,
And uncomfortable so close to him.

He, however-
Enjoys it greatly.
He savours the power he has over her.
He likes playing mind games,
Manipulating her.
Entering her personal space,
He frightens her.
She edges away from him-
Like a scared child.
Her eyes painted with the terror growing like a weed in her heart.

He pursues,
And continues to move closer to her.
'Why? Why me?' She asks in a whimpering whisper.
'Because Cybil-
You are perfect,
I created you.
I wanted you.
I darling, am an agent.
And I get what I want.'

The terror grows to full bloom now;
She knows.
She knows what he wants, and she knows what he'll get-
Everything.
Her body,
Her mind,
And her soul.
He shoots lust filled eyes to her.
She feels them running over her face, neck and chest;
Burning over the skin,
Scorching it.


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