Morpheus lay, unconcious. Neo flew over, finding him sprawled on the grass. His car was totalled. Neo gently dropped Trinity in Morpheus' arms. He shook Morpheus, waking him up, then flew off after the truck.
He had to find it.
'Just follow the trail of destruction...', he thought to himself. Shouldn't be too hard. A car was gently burning in the afternoon sun. Neo headed in that direction. There were more and more, almost like a pattern. The truck cab appeared in the distance ahead. Neo sped up. He had to get to it. He was gaining on Terminator, who was being held up by police cars. Neo flew into the window next to Terminator and sat in the passenger seat.
"What the...?" Police chief Jones gaped. He must have been seeing things. Maybe he should go back. But he had a loyalty to the good people he was protecting.
Terminator turned his head to the side, to see Neo.
"You are Neo."
"I guees."
"Die!" He raised his shotgun, catching Neo unprepared, who didn't know Terminator was armed. The cyborg squeezed the trigger, shooting Neo in the arm. Neo was knocked backwards, giving Terminator a perfect oppurtunity for another shot. He was hit in the leg. He was close to death, and he knew it. Another cartridge flew above his head and shattered the windscreen. The next hit him in the other leg. He jerked around in recoil from the shot. Things seemed to move in slow-motion. His energy was slipping away from him and he knew it. He fell out of his seat, causing the shot to miss, and impact where he was before. Terminator aimed down at him. The next shot was going to hit him in the heart. He strained and strained, concentrating all his draining energy into raising his arm. He did it, but did not know why. He was forgetting who he was, the powers he had. The next shot was still going to hit him and he knew it. The machine squezzed the trigger.
'Why should it end like this?' he thought. The gun went off, but he was not shot. Instead, there was a click. Neo was confused. He was still alive, but weak. Weak beyond belief. He knew that he would be dead in a moment, but not why. What was happening? He saw a door being opened, then blackness. Then he was flying out, into the road. After that, everyithng faded, and he was unconcious.
A car swerved right up to Neo where he lay, stopping just in time so as not to run him over. The door opened and another figure was inside it, dressed similarly in black leather. Was it the same one? Neo couldn't tell. He didn't understand.
'Get in.'
Neo lay there, unable to speak. He stared at the figure before him.
'Get in.'
Still he lay there, and the figure picked him up, bundling him into the car before speeding off in the opposite direction to the truck, which promptly swung round and gave chase.
He had to find it.
'Just follow the trail of destruction...', he thought to himself. Shouldn't be too hard. A car was gently burning in the afternoon sun. Neo headed in that direction. There were more and more, almost like a pattern. The truck cab appeared in the distance ahead. Neo sped up. He had to get to it. He was gaining on Terminator, who was being held up by police cars. Neo flew into the window next to Terminator and sat in the passenger seat.
"What the...?" Police chief Jones gaped. He must have been seeing things. Maybe he should go back. But he had a loyalty to the good people he was protecting.
Terminator turned his head to the side, to see Neo.
"You are Neo."
"I guees."
"Die!" He raised his shotgun, catching Neo unprepared, who didn't know Terminator was armed. The cyborg squeezed the trigger, shooting Neo in the arm. Neo was knocked backwards, giving Terminator a perfect oppurtunity for another shot. He was hit in the leg. He was close to death, and he knew it. Another cartridge flew above his head and shattered the windscreen. The next hit him in the other leg. He jerked around in recoil from the shot. Things seemed to move in slow-motion. His energy was slipping away from him and he knew it. He fell out of his seat, causing the shot to miss, and impact where he was before. Terminator aimed down at him. The next shot was going to hit him in the heart. He strained and strained, concentrating all his draining energy into raising his arm. He did it, but did not know why. He was forgetting who he was, the powers he had. The next shot was still going to hit him and he knew it. The machine squezzed the trigger.
'Why should it end like this?' he thought. The gun went off, but he was not shot. Instead, there was a click. Neo was confused. He was still alive, but weak. Weak beyond belief. He knew that he would be dead in a moment, but not why. What was happening? He saw a door being opened, then blackness. Then he was flying out, into the road. After that, everyithng faded, and he was unconcious.
A car swerved right up to Neo where he lay, stopping just in time so as not to run him over. The door opened and another figure was inside it, dressed similarly in black leather. Was it the same one? Neo couldn't tell. He didn't understand.
'Get in.'
Neo lay there, unable to speak. He stared at the figure before him.
'Get in.'
Still he lay there, and the figure picked him up, bundling him into the car before speeding off in the opposite direction to the truck, which promptly swung round and gave chase.