THE MATRIX: THE REMAINING FATE
By Michael Carruthers (urbanlegend23@hotmail.com)
***HUGE SPOILERS FOR "THE MATRIX REVOLUTIONS"***
For the purposes of this story, everything that happened in "The Matrix Revolutions" happened, except Trinity's death. I need her in this story, so just think while reading this fanfic that her death never happened and she survived the ordeals in the final entry into the trilogy.
Please also note that this story has no connection to my other Matrix fanfiction.
Chapter 6: Debris
Trinity's heart stopped. She felt as if she were moving in slow motion. She turned around, her long black hair blowing behind her. Beside her, slumped over, was the dead Oracle, and now over 300 spectators and policemen were staring at her, screaming French curses or pointing guns. A gasp escaped her mouth.
"Link..." she cried, a single tear flowing down her right eye. "What do I do?" she pleaded desperately.
It seemed it took Link a long while to reply, as if he was having trouble figuring out what to do. Then in her earpiece she heard but one instruction: "Run."
Trinity didn't need to be told twice. She turned and began to sprint towards the back entrance, and shots fired at her. A bullet whipped past her hair, slightly grazing her ear. Trinity was almost at the back entrance when seven policemen entered from around there.
"Oh, shit," Trinity said, as the shots ceased from outside. But an English-speaking policeman raised his gun at her.
"Do not move," he said. Trinity immediately back-flipped and landed behind the counter of the bar, dodging shots as she whipped through the air. The policemen leaped over the counter with her, and Trinity scanned the area for weapons. She picked up two large Jim Beam glass alcohol bottles and smashed one against the head of a policeman, and he fell to the ground. She fired the other bottle at the French policemen now entering through the front of the café. Quickly she grabbed more bottles. An attacker hit her neck from behind and she sent her heel flying into his groin. Using more alcohol bottles she continuously threw them at the policemen entering the café, making many square hints, the policemen fell over in numbers.
But Trinity was still overpowered. She could not continue fighting very much longer. Ten-odd more English policemen came through the bar and Trinity flipped two more bottles in her hands and hit them square in the chest. The shots from the policemen's guns were now being fired again. She heard a machine gun coming from one of the outside entrances. Trinity leaped over the barstools and landed on a table. She continued leaping towards the sound of the machine gun, carefully dodging other shots. The machine gun man came into view. He was kneeling behind a plant firing through an opening in the pot in front of him. Trinity jumped from a table to the pot plant and kicked it down. Just as the pot plant landed, Trinity swiftly grabbed the machine gun and ammo from the man's hands and then crushed the plant in the policeman's face, killing him. Trinity turned, facing the opposition, wielding a large machine gun, and holding enough ammo to kill all of them and more.
"SHIT!" yelled a policeman and they all began to duck behind tables as Trinity shot at them, blood flying onto the walls and guns dropping. Trinity now ran to the café opening and pointed the gun squarely at the commanding policeman.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" she screamed at them. "NOW!" They all obeyed her. It was quite a sight. One woman commanding at least 150 policemen to all do her bidding.
"Trinity, get the fuck out of there!" shouted Link into her ear. She backed away, still pointing the machine gun at the unarmed policemen waiting outside for her. As she backed away towards the bar, she pointed the gun at the seven remaining policemen waiting there for her, and then quickly sprinted out of the building. She immediately heard the commanding policeman ordering his men to fire at her, so she grabbed the sign reading " L'ENTREE DE DOS DE MORRICONE DE CAFE" and used it to backflip onto the roof. From the roof she shot at the policemen outside and many of them fell, though about 25 got through the doors and came heading for the roof. As they began to ascend to her level using a stairway by a fire hydrant, Trinity grabbed two crates by her sides and threw them at the policemen as they headed for her. She quickly reloaded the machine gun and fired at the policeman and they fell from the roof to the concrete with a sickening splat. Trinity looked victorious but the policemen too had guns. They would kill her before she massacred all of France. She had to get out of there.
Trinity began shooting off bullets like no-body's business, while running backwards. As she neared the end of the building, by instinct she leaped backwards, still firing shots. The policemen were all down now, but there was more coming, and Trinity had no ammunition left. It was time to get out of here.
"Where's the nearest phone booth?" Trinity asked impatiently.
"You're on Le-Croissant Ice-cream now, the nearest one is three buildings away. There's stairs down and you take a left down one alleyway and a right down the next...you're there," Link replied.
"Got it," said Trinity, and she continued sprinting. Endless arrays of bullets came flying for her, Trinity - as though she were simply a puff of smoke - dodged and missed them all, and came flying onto the next building. But this roof was not strong. As she landed on it, the seemingly wafer-thin roof came crashing down. She heard a couple of screams and looked around. She had landed in a vegetable and fruit shop. She saw a couple of injured shoppers but she didn't have time. Trinity almost began speeding out of the shop as soon as she landed. A few policeman who had managed the jump came flying into the room and Trinity heard their legs break. She continued to run past the next building and approached the alleyway. More police cars came speeding behind her, obviously tracking her from the building jumping.
Trinity made a left down the first alleyway and the police car came skidding behind her, followed by two more. Trinity was surprising that the cars could even fit down the pretty slim alleyway, but they seemed to have room and more. Trinity had an idea and suddenly turned to face them. The police car slammed on the breaks and the second one smashed into it, knocking both of the drivers's unconscious. The third car was hit with such a force that it went flying over the top of both cars and landed, amazingly, on the right side. Trinity, who had backed up against the wall, shocked at the crash in front of her, suddenly turned wide-eyed and screamed. Agent Smith had stepped out of the car.
"Hello, Trinity," he said in his ice-cold voice. Trinity let out another scream, frozen to the spot. Agent Smith stared on at her, with his penetrating eyes.
"This is the part...where you run," Smith said, chuckling evilly. Trinity didn't need to be told twice, she suddenly just leapt up and began running for her life, determined to get to the second alleyway. She continued racing and around the corner. She saw it. The phone box, right next to an opening. She heard Smith's steps behind her and didn't care...all that mattered was getting to that phone box, escaping the Agent and the policemen. She ran towards it, and felt to her like it took an hour. And when she did was about to pick it up when a strong, handsome figure grabbed her.
"Hey, Trin," Neo said. "I don't think I want you going back into Zion. Stay here in the Matrix with me."
"Why!" Trinity demanded, restlessly trying to fight Neo. "Why did you kill her!"
"It was not me, Trin...It was you...I did it for you," Neo said, playing mind games with her.
"Neo, please! Smith is coming!" Trinity pleaded.
"Oh no, Trinity," said Neo. Suddenly she felt a change in the muscle tone holding her, and she fell off Neo, and looked back at him, blood running from her lip.
"He's already here," Smith was now standing where Neo stood before.
"What the fuck is going on!" Trinity screamed.
This is a nightmare...wake me up, Morpheus...please, wake me up!
Trinity remembered her priority and ignored the laughing agent, and reached for the phone. She grabbed the receiver but it was too late. Just as she did, a police-car came roaring towards her from outside the alleyway and smashed into the phone box.
To be continued...