Not a brilliant chapter, I know, but I wrote it during a very boring lesson in about 15mins. But it's an update. I've been a bit slow lately with exams, but they're over now, so hopefully I'll be updating a bit more. Thanks to all my reviewers. I really appreciate all your comments. Feel free to email me if you have any questions about my plot. It's about to get a lot more complicated though, so please just bear with me!!
Vividly, Neo pictured himself stepping through the door that had led him to the Architect, feeling the same weight drop inside of him, filling him with the dread of the unknown, the wishful plea of a man who had no idea of what to expect. Yet he walked through the door anyway. This was no time, he reminded himself, to reminisce about past experiences or to fail in his duty as the Saviour of Mankind.
He was unsurpassed to realise he'd walked through yet another portal, leading him back to that eerie infinite corridor lined with identical doors. Glancing warily around, he then resided himself to following the retreating back of the Merovingian who continued without explaining anything to Neo, simply expecting him to follow.
And Neo did.
What other choice did he have? He watched as the Merovingian eventually came to an abrupt halt outside one of the doors. He pulled a key from the lining of his jacket and held the door open for Neo to enter. Careful to watch his back as he did so, not wanting to be taken unawares, Neo stepped through onto what appeared to the deserted rooftop of a city skyscraper.
He turned to his adversary who had shut the door behind them both. It was almost a trapping feeling. Neo cast his mind back to the fearlessness he felt when taking on an Agent, and could not understand what made him feel the need to run this time; to get away and never take on the Merovingian. He assured himself, surely he could not be as difficult to tackle as and Agent. But he knew this was different. Already he knew that this was not likely to be the sort of fight he'd fought before. Something inside of him was tugging on his mind, screaming at him to be the warrior that had so far been hidden behind fists and drop kicks. This battle was going to be more sinister than anything he'd ever faced, and a fight that would equal one of two outcomes for both of them.
Life or Death.
"I trust you are prepared for this, Neo, yes?"
"I'm ready."
"Yet you do not understand the nature of our battle. You think you can beat me because you are stronger. But no. Rest assured, this is no situation were your muscles will come into the equation." He squinted at Neo, reading his expressions carefully, gaging every crease that invaded his brow, and every twitch that passed across his mouth.
"I know what this is about. You're talking about my mind."
A swift look of surprise crossed the Merovingian's face, though he hid it almost as quickly as it appeared. "Very good, Neo. I see you are not as clueless as you first appear. But you've got it." He smiled widely before averting his gaze to a short dagger, almost strategically placed on an air- vent on the other side of the rooftop. It sliced through the air so suddenly that Neo felt something jolt inside of him, and he cursed himself for letting himself drop his guard. He watched as it directed itself to the outstretched hand of the Merovingian. Who turned back to Neo, smile still plastered to his face. "This shall be a battle of the minds."
Vividly, Neo pictured himself stepping through the door that had led him to the Architect, feeling the same weight drop inside of him, filling him with the dread of the unknown, the wishful plea of a man who had no idea of what to expect. Yet he walked through the door anyway. This was no time, he reminded himself, to reminisce about past experiences or to fail in his duty as the Saviour of Mankind.
He was unsurpassed to realise he'd walked through yet another portal, leading him back to that eerie infinite corridor lined with identical doors. Glancing warily around, he then resided himself to following the retreating back of the Merovingian who continued without explaining anything to Neo, simply expecting him to follow.
And Neo did.
What other choice did he have? He watched as the Merovingian eventually came to an abrupt halt outside one of the doors. He pulled a key from the lining of his jacket and held the door open for Neo to enter. Careful to watch his back as he did so, not wanting to be taken unawares, Neo stepped through onto what appeared to the deserted rooftop of a city skyscraper.
He turned to his adversary who had shut the door behind them both. It was almost a trapping feeling. Neo cast his mind back to the fearlessness he felt when taking on an Agent, and could not understand what made him feel the need to run this time; to get away and never take on the Merovingian. He assured himself, surely he could not be as difficult to tackle as and Agent. But he knew this was different. Already he knew that this was not likely to be the sort of fight he'd fought before. Something inside of him was tugging on his mind, screaming at him to be the warrior that had so far been hidden behind fists and drop kicks. This battle was going to be more sinister than anything he'd ever faced, and a fight that would equal one of two outcomes for both of them.
Life or Death.
"I trust you are prepared for this, Neo, yes?"
"I'm ready."
"Yet you do not understand the nature of our battle. You think you can beat me because you are stronger. But no. Rest assured, this is no situation were your muscles will come into the equation." He squinted at Neo, reading his expressions carefully, gaging every crease that invaded his brow, and every twitch that passed across his mouth.
"I know what this is about. You're talking about my mind."
A swift look of surprise crossed the Merovingian's face, though he hid it almost as quickly as it appeared. "Very good, Neo. I see you are not as clueless as you first appear. But you've got it." He smiled widely before averting his gaze to a short dagger, almost strategically placed on an air- vent on the other side of the rooftop. It sliced through the air so suddenly that Neo felt something jolt inside of him, and he cursed himself for letting himself drop his guard. He watched as it directed itself to the outstretched hand of the Merovingian. Who turned back to Neo, smile still plastered to his face. "This shall be a battle of the minds."