SOMEWHERE I BELONG - Part Four: Destroying the Past
"What happens when the past was apart of lies that must be destroyed along with who you once were?" -Eclyptyk Neo
He treaded up the street, knowing it was going to be a long walk to his apartment. Going back to Thomas' past. Going back to the dream.
An hour passed.
The rain was now calm. Soothing. A blanket that covered the land and cleared away the air. Most people would have collapsed under the cold of being in the rain for this long. But it didn't seem to bother Neo. He had to admit those that looked at him saw the discoloration in his face. But that didn't seem to bother him. He was testing his wits of mental capacity. He was testing his strength in a world that was full of lies, but still so real.
"It wasn't suppose to be this way." Neo told himself. "So many lies. So many people to save. So many problems. Fights. Truths. Lies. It won't end. And it never will."
He walked up into the apartment building. It wasn't the best place to live, especially in a district where more violence and death came over calm and relax days. The building was rundown and held a moldy, musky smell. Debris fell from the ceiling to sprinkle the floor below. Gunshots wounded the walls where blood revealed deadly brawls. Some doors hung like a limp, while those who seemed to take care of it managed to keep it from being pelted by bullet holes too.
Noise filled Neo's ears as he entered the building. He walked past arguing couples, crying babies, barking dogs and playful children. Again, no one seemed to recognize him or see he was there.
He headed up to the fifth floor, the floor where he once called him home. He was hesitant to take another step into the apartment, as he saw it cracked open with several bullet holes penetrated through the wood frame of the door.
When he walked in, books were scattered all over the place. Furniture was overturned. Walls were stripped down to nothing but the foam underneath. The windows were smashed. Rain poured in to wet the place. As he headed into the bedroom, it was the same deal. Trashed from top to bottom.
He figured it was neighbors from down the hall seeking out money for his absence. He didn't care if that was the case. He wouldn't need it. But than again, it could have been the agents trying to find anything suitable for finding out where Morpheus was. Or even he was.
The noise seemed to grow as he made his way back into the living room. Screeching tires outside. Gunfire and smoke filled the air. Dogs barked violently. People screaming.
The madness drove pain to Neo's ears. Pain shot into his head, but he ignored it. Since, he was freed from the Matrix, he's been hearing things. Seeing things. He wasn't sure if it was just dreams. Visions. Lies. He saw and heard it in the real world, and it was only getting worse as he sat there in the Matrix. There was one thing he had left to do.
"Destroy all evidence of my existence."
He got to his feet, found a lighter on the counter next to a half-finished bottle of beer. He threw down the bottle and ignited the lighter, setting it on the mess. The area shot up into flames. And as a chain reaction, Neo pulled out a gun hidden in a side pocket and shot one of the outlets. The sparks flew igniting circuits and busting outlets.
He stood there at the threshold, as the room slowly became engulfed in flames. His old life–Thomas' past–was being destroyed before his very eyes. And he didn't regret it one bit. Not anymore.
He turned away and followed the stairs back down to the main level. As he left, the apartment exploded behind him.
Sirens were heard in the distance, and Neo didn't stick around to see what was going to happen.
He had one more place to go to. The underground city for hackers, Programmer Delight.
To be continued.....
"What happens when the past was apart of lies that must be destroyed along with who you once were?" -Eclyptyk Neo
He treaded up the street, knowing it was going to be a long walk to his apartment. Going back to Thomas' past. Going back to the dream.
An hour passed.
The rain was now calm. Soothing. A blanket that covered the land and cleared away the air. Most people would have collapsed under the cold of being in the rain for this long. But it didn't seem to bother Neo. He had to admit those that looked at him saw the discoloration in his face. But that didn't seem to bother him. He was testing his wits of mental capacity. He was testing his strength in a world that was full of lies, but still so real.
"It wasn't suppose to be this way." Neo told himself. "So many lies. So many people to save. So many problems. Fights. Truths. Lies. It won't end. And it never will."
He walked up into the apartment building. It wasn't the best place to live, especially in a district where more violence and death came over calm and relax days. The building was rundown and held a moldy, musky smell. Debris fell from the ceiling to sprinkle the floor below. Gunshots wounded the walls where blood revealed deadly brawls. Some doors hung like a limp, while those who seemed to take care of it managed to keep it from being pelted by bullet holes too.
Noise filled Neo's ears as he entered the building. He walked past arguing couples, crying babies, barking dogs and playful children. Again, no one seemed to recognize him or see he was there.
He headed up to the fifth floor, the floor where he once called him home. He was hesitant to take another step into the apartment, as he saw it cracked open with several bullet holes penetrated through the wood frame of the door.
When he walked in, books were scattered all over the place. Furniture was overturned. Walls were stripped down to nothing but the foam underneath. The windows were smashed. Rain poured in to wet the place. As he headed into the bedroom, it was the same deal. Trashed from top to bottom.
He figured it was neighbors from down the hall seeking out money for his absence. He didn't care if that was the case. He wouldn't need it. But than again, it could have been the agents trying to find anything suitable for finding out where Morpheus was. Or even he was.
The noise seemed to grow as he made his way back into the living room. Screeching tires outside. Gunfire and smoke filled the air. Dogs barked violently. People screaming.
The madness drove pain to Neo's ears. Pain shot into his head, but he ignored it. Since, he was freed from the Matrix, he's been hearing things. Seeing things. He wasn't sure if it was just dreams. Visions. Lies. He saw and heard it in the real world, and it was only getting worse as he sat there in the Matrix. There was one thing he had left to do.
"Destroy all evidence of my existence."
He got to his feet, found a lighter on the counter next to a half-finished bottle of beer. He threw down the bottle and ignited the lighter, setting it on the mess. The area shot up into flames. And as a chain reaction, Neo pulled out a gun hidden in a side pocket and shot one of the outlets. The sparks flew igniting circuits and busting outlets.
He stood there at the threshold, as the room slowly became engulfed in flames. His old life–Thomas' past–was being destroyed before his very eyes. And he didn't regret it one bit. Not anymore.
He turned away and followed the stairs back down to the main level. As he left, the apartment exploded behind him.
Sirens were heard in the distance, and Neo didn't stick around to see what was going to happen.
He had one more place to go to. The underground city for hackers, Programmer Delight.
To be continued.....