Author's note: Okey smokies! Karma has come and is going to bite the twins back hard on the ass! Woohoo! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix!!!
Boomerang effect
'As I watch and see all our progress regress
As what goes up comes down never the less
We're stung by the horror, cold hearts with armour
Boomerang effect as we all face our karma.'
'Karma'-1200 Techniques
He stares into the screen.
Sorting through his calloused mind of how to extract revenge on the Virii Twins.
He smiles malevolently,
For he has an idea...
'Yes master.' They purr and walk straight out into the marbled hall.
The door closes coldly behind them.
They try to open the front doors,
But they are locked tight-
Like every door leading into the room.
In unison-
They smile,
And phase.
But to their horror-
They can't.
'Virii.' A clear voice calls from the top of the stairs.
Slowly,
They turn around.
Their eyes widen, then clench into a sneer.
They did not intend on seeing this man again.
'Nice to see you fine gentlemen.' The voice continues,
'Smith!' the Virii growl as they finger the handles of their long sabres.
'Can't we just talk?' Smith mocks as he descends the staircase.
Twin Two hurls a globule of spit at the agent's polished shoe.
'Of course not.' Smith continued,
'It's not your nature to. All you are sick, bastardly animals.
I pity you;
You are not worth the ground you traverse on.
The air that disperses into your lungs.' he smiled spitefully while he walked towards them.
Twin One cannot help himself.
He grabs the agent by the collar and whispers-
'And what of your Cybil- your black winged sex-toy? Does she feel the same thing towards you?'
Smith removes his glasses and gives One the most hateful glare.
His blue eyes shining with rage.
Twin Two rubs his lips against his ear,
'Yes- that whore's body was perfect.'
'You bred her well. She was submissive to every kiss- every stroke.' One adds provocatively.
'She enjoyed receiving pleasure from us. We could see it. She had not been so satisfied in a long time...'
'We weren't even penetrating her yet!'
'She was ours Smith,' They say in unison.
'Our whore.'
The pair step back and laugh, drawing their sabres.
They encircle like a pair of shark on the prowl, scraping the swords on the floor.
'Burn in hell.' Smith spits.
'Face it Smith-'
'You just can't win!'
The agent makes a leap into the air.
While suspended,
He pours down a torrent of bullets;
Not one of them hitting his opposition,
For they hit every one away with their superb skill.
In return, they sent up a pelting reciprocal.
An object lands densely on the marble with a thud.
They smile confidently,
And wait for the dust to clear.
'Typical.' They say.
Both feel a cruel swipe marking their backs.
They turn around madly in the agony,
And are shoved against the wall.
The hard stone cracking their skulls.
Both programs looking at their bloodied hands while shielding broken noses.
Their vision painful and clouded from the impact.
However,
Smith doesn't stop.
He picks them up,
And flings them effortlessly across the room.
He calmly walks across to them.
He stands mountainously over them, holding their elegant razors.
They look up fearfully.
Their crimson eyes reading absolute dread.
Because of their 'ghost technique',
They have never known much pain.
But this-
This is hell!
Torture!
Smith knows this- and plays it to his advantage.
Before he restarts his assault,
He leans to their faces-
Meeting their eyes.
'This will teach you that you do not touch anything of mine.
AND THAT NO ONE DEFIES ME!!!'
He steps back,
Then commences to tear their clothes off.
He will humiliate them like they did to his Cybil.
As soon as they are unclad,
He proceeds to swipe at their chests and thighs.
The vermillion stokes contrasting with their anaemic skin.
They scream like morbid prey-
Squirming like fish in a net.
As calmly as he entered,
Smith departs;
Leaving his two victims weeping and shaking violently in their suffering.
Their survival will depend on whether someone finds them cowering in their corner.
Smith smiles to himself in sanguine satisfaction.
'I will soon control the Matrix.
It has already begun...'
Please tell me what you think of it- I have about 2 chappies to go before the end!!! In fact, I've already written the ending- and it's lookin' pretty good! All I have to to tomorrow is to get Mr Day to have a li'l look!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix!!!
'As I watch and see all our progress regress
As what goes up comes down never the less
We're stung by the horror, cold hearts with armour
Boomerang effect as we all face our karma.'
'Karma'-1200 Techniques
He stares into the screen.
Sorting through his calloused mind of how to extract revenge on the Virii Twins.
He smiles malevolently,
For he has an idea...
'Yes master.' They purr and walk straight out into the marbled hall.
The door closes coldly behind them.
They try to open the front doors,
But they are locked tight-
Like every door leading into the room.
In unison-
They smile,
And phase.
But to their horror-
They can't.
'Virii.' A clear voice calls from the top of the stairs.
Slowly,
They turn around.
Their eyes widen, then clench into a sneer.
They did not intend on seeing this man again.
'Nice to see you fine gentlemen.' The voice continues,
'Smith!' the Virii growl as they finger the handles of their long sabres.
'Can't we just talk?' Smith mocks as he descends the staircase.
Twin Two hurls a globule of spit at the agent's polished shoe.
'Of course not.' Smith continued,
'It's not your nature to. All you are sick, bastardly animals.
I pity you;
You are not worth the ground you traverse on.
The air that disperses into your lungs.' he smiled spitefully while he walked towards them.
Twin One cannot help himself.
He grabs the agent by the collar and whispers-
'And what of your Cybil- your black winged sex-toy? Does she feel the same thing towards you?'
Smith removes his glasses and gives One the most hateful glare.
His blue eyes shining with rage.
Twin Two rubs his lips against his ear,
'Yes- that whore's body was perfect.'
'You bred her well. She was submissive to every kiss- every stroke.' One adds provocatively.
'She enjoyed receiving pleasure from us. We could see it. She had not been so satisfied in a long time...'
'We weren't even penetrating her yet!'
'She was ours Smith,' They say in unison.
'Our whore.'
The pair step back and laugh, drawing their sabres.
They encircle like a pair of shark on the prowl, scraping the swords on the floor.
'Burn in hell.' Smith spits.
'Face it Smith-'
'You just can't win!'
The agent makes a leap into the air.
While suspended,
He pours down a torrent of bullets;
Not one of them hitting his opposition,
For they hit every one away with their superb skill.
In return, they sent up a pelting reciprocal.
An object lands densely on the marble with a thud.
They smile confidently,
And wait for the dust to clear.
'Typical.' They say.
Both feel a cruel swipe marking their backs.
They turn around madly in the agony,
And are shoved against the wall.
The hard stone cracking their skulls.
Both programs looking at their bloodied hands while shielding broken noses.
Their vision painful and clouded from the impact.
However,
Smith doesn't stop.
He picks them up,
And flings them effortlessly across the room.
He calmly walks across to them.
He stands mountainously over them, holding their elegant razors.
They look up fearfully.
Their crimson eyes reading absolute dread.
Because of their 'ghost technique',
They have never known much pain.
But this-
This is hell!
Torture!
Smith knows this- and plays it to his advantage.
Before he restarts his assault,
He leans to their faces-
Meeting their eyes.
'This will teach you that you do not touch anything of mine.
AND THAT NO ONE DEFIES ME!!!'
He steps back,
Then commences to tear their clothes off.
He will humiliate them like they did to his Cybil.
As soon as they are unclad,
He proceeds to swipe at their chests and thighs.
The vermillion stokes contrasting with their anaemic skin.
They scream like morbid prey-
Squirming like fish in a net.
As calmly as he entered,
Smith departs;
Leaving his two victims weeping and shaking violently in their suffering.
Their survival will depend on whether someone finds them cowering in their corner.
Smith smiles to himself in sanguine satisfaction.
'I will soon control the Matrix.
It has already begun...'
Please tell me what you think of it- I have about 2 chappies to go before the end!!! In fact, I've already written the ending- and it's lookin' pretty good! All I have to to tomorrow is to get Mr Day to have a li'l look!