Author's Note: Ok finally! I've just finished my chem exam- what a relief! Alrighty...Here is the Twinzies chapter- Hope you like it! Oh, By the way... this is quite a long chapter- probably the longest!

Disclaimer: Don't own the Matrix- or Smith- or the Twins (waaahhh!!!)

Two white kittens

'Pretty little thing- isn't she?' One purrs,
'Exquisite.' Two continues.
'Should we...'
'She is bound to Smith.'
'We could always erase her memory.'
'What's the worst he could do?'
'We can evade him easily.'
'We've done it once...'
'We can do it again.'

They laze back in their satin-lined thrones.
Two computer programs;
One the mirror image of the other.
Merovingian's henchmen.
Perfect, lithe bodies which gleam with a gentle creamy sheen.
Platinum white dreadlocks crown their heads.
Sensitive eyes covered in neutral glasses.
They look seductively sublime;
As cute as two innocent little kittens-
Their bodies wrapped in sensuous silver silk.
But beware...
Even kittens have their claws-
Razor-sharp claws.

Gracefully,
They rise from their slumped position;
And follow their quarry...
Cybil.
Shape shifting into 'ghost form',
They stalk her in the shadows.

She had to get out.
She couldn't stand it.
Solitude in Smith's lonely mansion was much better than this awful place.
The leers,
The lewd whispers as the men stared at her moving figure.
They watched her every move.
Persephone's hateful gaze.
She couldn't help Merovingian's uncontrollable desires-
She certainly didn't invite them.

Even though she had left the chateau,
She could still feel eyes crawling all over her.
Was it a memory?
Of the meeting with the Merovingian?
Of the night with Smith-
Or was it someone else.

Hugging her coat,
She runs swiftly down an alley.
Although she may seem refined,
She was a bounty hunter in her early life.
She knew the streets of Mega City like the back of her hand.
She crawls into the shadows;
Seeking the comfort of the darkness.

The have found her.
Too easy.
But the chase was enjoyable.
Communicating telepathicaly,
The close in-
Eyes widening.

She feels their presence.
It grows on her like a noxious weed.
Consuming her breath to a mere wheeze;
Muffling her heart to a soft murmur.

She screams as her rich cloak is removed from her body.
Two pairs of hands swarm over her skin.
Clawing, pressing rubbing.
She breaks free,
But is trapped against a corner.
One takes out a milky-silver blade and advances-
Pressing its icy side against the melting flesh of a breast.
Swiftly,
Oh so elegantly-
Tears the material.

Two,
Slips behind her and slits the back of her dress.
Spreading the raven wings,
He runs the tip of the blade across Cybil's jaw and gnaws her soft-pelted shoulder.
One licks his lips,
Imagining how sweet she'll taste.
He can't stand it-
He merges his face into hers to kiss her.
The programs enfold her,
Caressing their quarry.
She may be Smith's-
But for now, she belongs to them.

Cybil is absolutely petrified.
Men can't seem to keep themselves off her!
A little worm egg hatches in her conscience;
Whispering thoughts into her mind.
Telling her that this was what she was created for.
This was her purpose-
To be a pet,
A toy,
A slave;
A slave to man's lust for perfection.

Her thoughts turn to Smith.
He created her.
It was his fault that this was happening!
He had caused this degredation!
Why couldn't she be normal?
She is beginning to hate him,
To despise him.
The hatred slowly cultivating with every drawn breath.

She feels them now,
Rubbing themselves up and down her.
Their cotches swelling and growing viscous with every stroke;
Their sweaty dreadlocks clinging to her skin like glue.
Eyes shining in gratification.

She must get out.
With every joule of strength she can muster form her core-
She blasts out her wings.
A field of energy bursts around her and sends the Twins flying in opposite directions-
Crashing into the wall.
Although the action was exhausting-
Cybil wastes no time in escaping.
She runs-
Runs like she's never run before.
She doesn't stop till she's back at the mansion,
And locked her bedroom door.