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I was thinking no one would like this story.. . but you proved me wrong,
and boy am I grateful! (
I'm going on holiday on Friday, and will be back next Saturday, so I though I'd just give you a little snippet so you don't forget about Ol' Eddie. . .
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Disclaimer: I don't own. Sue me and I'll cry as I have no money- I'm a student for Pete's sake! They give me bus discounts and free cheeseburgers at McDonalds- but sadly not the characters from The Matrix. So everything that happens here- it's all in harmless fun.
And onto the story:
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"Well?"
"Well What?"
"What is she like?"
Two sighed. He conjured up a memory of Mia and sent it over to One.
"Nice." His brother said.
"Uhuh. And we're going out again next Thursday. So I believe I won the who- can-get-a-girl-the-fastest thing. Now hand it over."
"Excuse me?"
"C'mon, I won the bet." He held out a hand. " Give me the money."
"There was no bet, doofus. So you can take that hand away before I remove it from my sight."
"Ooooooh." Two said sarcastically. "Ickle One pissed off that he can't get a date?"
"No." One said calmly. "I haven't even tried yet. You know that."
"Well there must be a reason." Said Two.
"A reason for WHAT?"
"That you haven't tried. I bet I know. One's scared- a scardey little pounce who can't even bring himself to find a date!"
One grabbed the closest object to him- which happened to be a chocolate mint Room Service had left- and hurled it at his Twin. It hit him squarely on the nose.
"Ow! Hey, no need to be using those things as ammunition! They hurt you know!" He said, rubbing his nose. One didn't reply. Instead, he pulled on his coat and headed for the door.
"Where are you going now?" Two asked.
One shrugged. "Out."
"Oh, out? That's specific."
"It's all you need to know."
"Well. . . then." As his Twin left, Two smacked his fist fist on the table. Well then? That was the best comeback he could think of? He would have to think up some new ones before One got back.
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One toked heavily on a cigarette, and relaxed. He was back in the café again. It worried him that Two had already found a date and he hadn't even talked to a woman. Two was actually beating him at this. It was usually the opposite; One was the systematic, job-done kind of guy, whilst Two was more spontaneous and messy, and that approach usually never worked. So why was it now?
He scanned the people walking past, with a growing sense of desparation. It wasn't that he couldn't do this assignment. It was just that. . . he hadn't seen anybody he liked yet. They were all okay, and some of the women out there were very pretty. Like this Mia for instance. How did that mangy bastard Two land a chick like THAT? He racked his brain but knew he didn't know the answer.
He went back to staring mundanely at the people outside. Blonde, brunette, redhead. . . it might have just been him, but they all looked the same. Though not in an identical sort of way, a more. . . cosmetic way. He couldn't explain it. There was no-one out there who he particularly wanted to go and strike up a conversation with, not really. He had read in Cosmo (the thing he had come to call 'that fucking magazine') about people who set their standards too high. Oh god. . . he wasn't turning into one of those lame sensitive people he had seen on the daytime T.V. shows, was he? The thought set off a low tingle of fear in his stomach. Actually, he thought, trying to calm himself down, there IS someone who you find attractive. But it would never work. Too complicated, too illogical and most of all, too stupid. But still. . .
He sighed and ordered a cup of tea. After gulping that down he felt a little better, though he had burnt his tongue.
He felt a vibration in his pocket and realised his phone was ringing. He knew he it was, only one person in the whole Matrix had his number.
"Yes?" He said, thinking the last person on earth he had wanted to speak to was the stuck up French person on the end of the line.
"'Ow eez it going?" The Merovingian asked, not bothering with a hello.
"Um. . .great." One lied.
"Really?" Merovingian quizzed, as though a little suprised by his remark.
"Yeah." One said, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably.
"Good," Merovingian crooned. "I was beginning to feel as zhough I would never get my best bodyguards back."
"It's only been a couple of days."
"Oh, but eet feels like zhousands, you know? I'd like you to hurry up a bit. Two weeks should be enough for this. . . assignment. And then I want to meet zhis lucky lady of yours. And you other 'alf, 'ow is 'e coping with zhis assignment?"
"Great too." Said One, intruiged that the first truth he had spoken was harder to speak than all of the lies.
"Fantastique!" The word screeched out of the earpiece. "It looks as though I'll be having two ladies to meet, zhen. 'Ow delightful!" He droned on about how fantastic and delightful it all was, and after a while One took the cell away from his ear, bored of his bosses' ramblings. After what seemed eons, the phone call was over, but it left new worries in its wake.
Dinner? In two weeks? One dug his fingernails into his forhead. He hadn't even got a date. And the most annoying part of it all was that Two had. Bastard! He slammed his fist on the table, startling an old woman on his right. He sighed. He needed a miracle.
He left the café, without bothering to pay, and walked. He had no idea where he was going, but kept walking anyway as if his life depended on it. In his head thoughts were screaming round and round his brain; maybe he could kidnap someone, force them to play along, and let them go afterwards? Maybe he could make some excuse up to not go to dinner? Maybe. . . Argh, it was no use.
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Dan dan daaah! What on earth will happen next? I ahd actually written another part to this, but my computer decied to crash and I could't be assed to type it again. So. This is another short chapter I know, but I wanted to give you guys something before I went on holiday. Hope you enjoyed!
~*Eddie*~
I'm going on holiday on Friday, and will be back next Saturday, so I though I'd just give you a little snippet so you don't forget about Ol' Eddie. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Disclaimer: I don't own. Sue me and I'll cry as I have no money- I'm a student for Pete's sake! They give me bus discounts and free cheeseburgers at McDonalds- but sadly not the characters from The Matrix. So everything that happens here- it's all in harmless fun.
And onto the story:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well?"
"Well What?"
"What is she like?"
Two sighed. He conjured up a memory of Mia and sent it over to One.
"Nice." His brother said.
"Uhuh. And we're going out again next Thursday. So I believe I won the who- can-get-a-girl-the-fastest thing. Now hand it over."
"Excuse me?"
"C'mon, I won the bet." He held out a hand. " Give me the money."
"There was no bet, doofus. So you can take that hand away before I remove it from my sight."
"Ooooooh." Two said sarcastically. "Ickle One pissed off that he can't get a date?"
"No." One said calmly. "I haven't even tried yet. You know that."
"Well there must be a reason." Said Two.
"A reason for WHAT?"
"That you haven't tried. I bet I know. One's scared- a scardey little pounce who can't even bring himself to find a date!"
One grabbed the closest object to him- which happened to be a chocolate mint Room Service had left- and hurled it at his Twin. It hit him squarely on the nose.
"Ow! Hey, no need to be using those things as ammunition! They hurt you know!" He said, rubbing his nose. One didn't reply. Instead, he pulled on his coat and headed for the door.
"Where are you going now?" Two asked.
One shrugged. "Out."
"Oh, out? That's specific."
"It's all you need to know."
"Well. . . then." As his Twin left, Two smacked his fist fist on the table. Well then? That was the best comeback he could think of? He would have to think up some new ones before One got back.
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One toked heavily on a cigarette, and relaxed. He was back in the café again. It worried him that Two had already found a date and he hadn't even talked to a woman. Two was actually beating him at this. It was usually the opposite; One was the systematic, job-done kind of guy, whilst Two was more spontaneous and messy, and that approach usually never worked. So why was it now?
He scanned the people walking past, with a growing sense of desparation. It wasn't that he couldn't do this assignment. It was just that. . . he hadn't seen anybody he liked yet. They were all okay, and some of the women out there were very pretty. Like this Mia for instance. How did that mangy bastard Two land a chick like THAT? He racked his brain but knew he didn't know the answer.
He went back to staring mundanely at the people outside. Blonde, brunette, redhead. . . it might have just been him, but they all looked the same. Though not in an identical sort of way, a more. . . cosmetic way. He couldn't explain it. There was no-one out there who he particularly wanted to go and strike up a conversation with, not really. He had read in Cosmo (the thing he had come to call 'that fucking magazine') about people who set their standards too high. Oh god. . . he wasn't turning into one of those lame sensitive people he had seen on the daytime T.V. shows, was he? The thought set off a low tingle of fear in his stomach. Actually, he thought, trying to calm himself down, there IS someone who you find attractive. But it would never work. Too complicated, too illogical and most of all, too stupid. But still. . .
He sighed and ordered a cup of tea. After gulping that down he felt a little better, though he had burnt his tongue.
He felt a vibration in his pocket and realised his phone was ringing. He knew he it was, only one person in the whole Matrix had his number.
"Yes?" He said, thinking the last person on earth he had wanted to speak to was the stuck up French person on the end of the line.
"'Ow eez it going?" The Merovingian asked, not bothering with a hello.
"Um. . .great." One lied.
"Really?" Merovingian quizzed, as though a little suprised by his remark.
"Yeah." One said, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably.
"Good," Merovingian crooned. "I was beginning to feel as zhough I would never get my best bodyguards back."
"It's only been a couple of days."
"Oh, but eet feels like zhousands, you know? I'd like you to hurry up a bit. Two weeks should be enough for this. . . assignment. And then I want to meet zhis lucky lady of yours. And you other 'alf, 'ow is 'e coping with zhis assignment?"
"Great too." Said One, intruiged that the first truth he had spoken was harder to speak than all of the lies.
"Fantastique!" The word screeched out of the earpiece. "It looks as though I'll be having two ladies to meet, zhen. 'Ow delightful!" He droned on about how fantastic and delightful it all was, and after a while One took the cell away from his ear, bored of his bosses' ramblings. After what seemed eons, the phone call was over, but it left new worries in its wake.
Dinner? In two weeks? One dug his fingernails into his forhead. He hadn't even got a date. And the most annoying part of it all was that Two had. Bastard! He slammed his fist on the table, startling an old woman on his right. He sighed. He needed a miracle.
He left the café, without bothering to pay, and walked. He had no idea where he was going, but kept walking anyway as if his life depended on it. In his head thoughts were screaming round and round his brain; maybe he could kidnap someone, force them to play along, and let them go afterwards? Maybe he could make some excuse up to not go to dinner? Maybe. . . Argh, it was no use.
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Dan dan daaah! What on earth will happen next? I ahd actually written another part to this, but my computer decied to crash and I could't be assed to type it again. So. This is another short chapter I know, but I wanted to give you guys something before I went on holiday. Hope you enjoyed!
~*Eddie*~