Notes: Thanks to Da Buffster for your reviews. Really appreciated, and also
to Matrix fan101. Sorry that it sometimes takes me a while to update. Just
pretty busy at the mo. And I'm also sorry this is short, but I just wanted
to update today. There will be a longer chapter coming next, promise!
Roland materialised in a long corridor, surrounded by an array of expensive artwork and marble columns. At least he knew he was in the Merovingian's chateau, he thought. He quickly reached for his cell phone, looking round at the dozen or so doors that lined the corridor, unsure of which one to choose. He had to find Trin quickly, that was all that mattered now.
"Link," he spoke quietly, trying not to draw any attention his way, "I'm in. Now where do I go from here?"
"Ok, third door on the left, quick," replied Link. "You'll come to a large hallway, take the second door on the right, then follow that corridor straight down for a minute. You should see Trin slumped on the floor. Keep quiet though, Captain, this place is crawling with people."
Roland slammed his phone shut, pushing it into his coat pocket as he did so, and began running, trying to keep his feet as light as possible on the highly polished floor. Entering the corridor Link had told him Trinity would be on, he peered straight down, trying to get a glimpse of her. The corridor seemed endless, so much so that it was impossible to even see the end of it, so just hoping that Trinity was still there, he resumed his running.
Eventually, a black heap of leather came into sight, he raced towards her as fast as he could, he shoes creating a loud slapping noise in his haste. Cursing himself, he quickly and gently lifted Trinity in a fireman's lift, realising he did not have enough time to check her over, and moved quickly through the door ahead of him into the car park.
He laid Trinity down gently on the stone floor, again reaching for his phone. It rang as he did so.
"Roland," came Link's suppressed voice, "Drive out of the car park, it's the fastest way. There's an exit not far from you, in a phone booth just outside the Eastbridge Station. Dya know it?"
"Yes, no problem, I'm there." He replied, mid way through bundling Trinity's limp, lifeless body into the back of the car. He caught a glimpse of her weary features, noticing them twitch.
Thank God, he thought, she's coming round.
*****
Neo had taken to sitting on the floor.
What else was there to do but stare around this empty space? His mind had long ago gone blank, not allowing any thoughts to enter and disturb him. As long as his mind was empty, he was calm.
A shrill ringing brought him to life swiftly. His head began swimming with thoughts of his conversation with the Oracle, though these were flushed away by the wave of confusion washing over him, as he turned to see a small table with a telephone sitting on it.
And the phone was ringing.
They've got me out, he thought.
He jumped to his feet, not daring to think about what the negative consequences of answering the phone could be. It was as if his limbs no longer obeyed his head and the thoughts of seeing Trinity again, of holding her, and telling her the truth, and of her holding him back, making everything right- those thoughts consumed him.
He lifted the receiver to his ringing ear.
"Neo, do you know who this is?" Unmistakably the French accent of...
"The Merovingian." Replied Neo, his grip over the receiver tightening.
"Yes, now I have a proposition for you, though my call to you must be brief, so I will leave it to your little girlfriend to explain the rest. This telephone will ring again. Answer it quickly, or they will get to you first."
The line went dead. Neo stared at the receiver warily, before replacing it. It rang again the instant he did so. Realising he had no other choice but to follow the Merovingian's instructions, Neo lifted the receiver for a second time, slowly bringing it to his ear.
Roland materialised in a long corridor, surrounded by an array of expensive artwork and marble columns. At least he knew he was in the Merovingian's chateau, he thought. He quickly reached for his cell phone, looking round at the dozen or so doors that lined the corridor, unsure of which one to choose. He had to find Trin quickly, that was all that mattered now.
"Link," he spoke quietly, trying not to draw any attention his way, "I'm in. Now where do I go from here?"
"Ok, third door on the left, quick," replied Link. "You'll come to a large hallway, take the second door on the right, then follow that corridor straight down for a minute. You should see Trin slumped on the floor. Keep quiet though, Captain, this place is crawling with people."
Roland slammed his phone shut, pushing it into his coat pocket as he did so, and began running, trying to keep his feet as light as possible on the highly polished floor. Entering the corridor Link had told him Trinity would be on, he peered straight down, trying to get a glimpse of her. The corridor seemed endless, so much so that it was impossible to even see the end of it, so just hoping that Trinity was still there, he resumed his running.
Eventually, a black heap of leather came into sight, he raced towards her as fast as he could, he shoes creating a loud slapping noise in his haste. Cursing himself, he quickly and gently lifted Trinity in a fireman's lift, realising he did not have enough time to check her over, and moved quickly through the door ahead of him into the car park.
He laid Trinity down gently on the stone floor, again reaching for his phone. It rang as he did so.
"Roland," came Link's suppressed voice, "Drive out of the car park, it's the fastest way. There's an exit not far from you, in a phone booth just outside the Eastbridge Station. Dya know it?"
"Yes, no problem, I'm there." He replied, mid way through bundling Trinity's limp, lifeless body into the back of the car. He caught a glimpse of her weary features, noticing them twitch.
Thank God, he thought, she's coming round.
*****
Neo had taken to sitting on the floor.
What else was there to do but stare around this empty space? His mind had long ago gone blank, not allowing any thoughts to enter and disturb him. As long as his mind was empty, he was calm.
A shrill ringing brought him to life swiftly. His head began swimming with thoughts of his conversation with the Oracle, though these were flushed away by the wave of confusion washing over him, as he turned to see a small table with a telephone sitting on it.
And the phone was ringing.
They've got me out, he thought.
He jumped to his feet, not daring to think about what the negative consequences of answering the phone could be. It was as if his limbs no longer obeyed his head and the thoughts of seeing Trinity again, of holding her, and telling her the truth, and of her holding him back, making everything right- those thoughts consumed him.
He lifted the receiver to his ringing ear.
"Neo, do you know who this is?" Unmistakably the French accent of...
"The Merovingian." Replied Neo, his grip over the receiver tightening.
"Yes, now I have a proposition for you, though my call to you must be brief, so I will leave it to your little girlfriend to explain the rest. This telephone will ring again. Answer it quickly, or they will get to you first."
The line went dead. Neo stared at the receiver warily, before replacing it. It rang again the instant he did so. Realising he had no other choice but to follow the Merovingian's instructions, Neo lifted the receiver for a second time, slowly bringing it to his ear.