Disclaimers: I own none of the characters that you recognize from the Matrix or the Matrix: Reloaded. They belong to the Wachowskis.

Also, in this fic they don't use 'I' 'me' 'my' 'mine' etc. Even when referring to only one of them. I think it adds a certain dramatic effect.

*Does a flying glomp tackle ( © Aya) onto all who reviewed!*

DUAL BIOGRAPHY

Chapter III:  Deal With Hell to Save Heaven

One glances at me as we stare up at the skyscraper in front of us. It looks different in the Matrix, it's green not matching the average, the basic green of the streets, of the people. Not even the agents or the resistants seem to equal it.

"This must be it." I say to him, "Nothing else stands out."

He nods, his locks flying. Slowly he grasps the door handle, and it swings open.

This was going to be so easy. So very, very easy.

The two of us walk in looking. The guards glanced at us, gave us second looks but then merely shrugged and returned to their computer monitors. One walks through the metal detector, and a familiar ring sounds.

"Please remove all metallic items like keys, change, rings etc," Said the guard in a drawled, bored voice.

"Will you give them back?" One asked with a smirk.

"Of course," The guard replies, raising his eyebrows, "Unless it is a weapon like a gun, or a knife, a bomb, etc."

One glanced at me, and I waved my hand in a way that said 'whatever you want to do'.

"Here you go." He placed his shades into the small metal basket, as I notice the guard shiver when he is stared at by my companion "And this as well," One slowly removed all his rings.

"Now please step back into the detector."

My twin slowly steps backwards, as it rings again. The guard pulls out a small handheld device and slowly scans One.

The device beeps when he reaches the single pocket. The guard moves to feel the pocket, his wrist is violently jarred and he gasps in pain as One's other hand reaches into the pocket and pulls out a pearl-handled blade, which he then used to impale the guard several times.

The other guard gasped and hastily called for backup but was cut off by my knife in his throat.

"Let's go."

"Yes, let us."

*

Bored, and not at all impressed by Niobe's security, I kicked in the door and was met by a female, dressed in red leather not very much different from Morpheus's.

"I told you freaks I'd rather die then give you want you want!" She shouted to One's face, who glanced at me and raised his eyebrows, "And you're those guys that tried to kill Morpheus!"

"No, and yes," Said my twin, who was very rapidly getting aggravated. "We are here to save you."

"Why should I believe you?" She asked.

I glanced at him, and nodded. Gracefully I swept behind her and very quickly had both hands behind her back, "You're rather pathetic," I commented to her, "We wouldn't  expect Morpheus to give his life for such...such.....uselessness."

"Morpheus did what?" Niobe asked, temporarily stopping her struggling, "what are you freaks talking about?"

"We are Twins, not freaks, Miss." I said to her, pulling on her arm and making her wince, "get it straight."

One smiled, an eerie, dangerous smile, "You see, your friend has ripped our lives from us, and we do not react well to this kind of...theft."

"Yes," I whispered to her, close enough to breathe in her ear, "So, he has asked us to retrieve you, in return for him."

"No....no Morpheus, you didn't."

"I'm afraid you're incorrect," I hissed, "He did, and we fully intend to rescue you."

I looked up at One and he grabbed Niobe roughly by the chin for an inspection, "Not bad.....his taste is not too bad....what do you think, Two?"

"Somehow she reminds us of Persephone."

"Perhaps," He contemplated, "Not that traitorous, though."

"I hate to interrupt your conversation," She spat at One, "But get your hands off me, TWIN, and you won't be able to rescue me."

"She doubts our abilities, Two."

"It's not that, except you can't. They shot something into me, and I can't leave this building."

I released her arms and slowly stood up to see a pair of eyes much like my own.

"How do we get her out?"


"We don't know."

"We suspect the Agents have an antidote."

"No doubt. Let's find them."


"Indeed."

I followed One out the door, and bumped into him several seconds later."

"Well now, if it is a certain pair of Twins."

Immediately One and I backed up into fighting stances, knives ready.

"Relax. I have no intention of fighting."

"Right." I said, staring at him, "We believe you."

He smirked, "I have something that all three of you want." He opened up his blazer and held a syringe in front of my face. When I made a grab for it he quickly pulled it away and placed it back into his pocket, "As you have no doubt guessed, that is the antidote to the current virus we have running through your system, that will not allow you to leave this place without extreme pain."

"Go to hell." Niobe muttered.

"Although I am physically incapable of dying, if I did that is no doubt where I would, indeed, go."

"What do you want? If you wanted us dead I'd think we'd be that way," She continued, despite mine and One's signals to get her to shut up.

"You want something, and I want something." He said to us, "I think we can arrange a team."

It was several seconds before it occurred he was talking to us and not Niobe, so I hastily began, "We shall take this matter outside, we think."

He motioned with his hand to follow him outside and closed the door behind me.

"What do you want, Agent? You're the rogue one we heard about, aren't you?" I asked hastily, "You know we have a deep hatred for Morpheus, so who you do want?"

"I want a certain Mister Anderson." He said, emphasizing the syllables in the name. "You know him as Neo, or as his title goes, The One."

I glanced at One.

"Lunatic...Obsessed...Irrational...Demented...Insane...pick a synonym.."

"Shut up, One. So, what do you think?"

"we think that we can work out some sort of deal." 

"Ok." I said to the suit in front of me, "What are your terms, Agent?"

"My terms?" He asked, a smirk slowly creeping up his lips, "Why do you want my terms?"

""We were taught when you are making a deal with the devil that it's always good to ask for his terms and then barter up from there." One explained.

The smirk became much more noticeable, "I see. Very well. My terms are that you bring me Mister Anderson's dead body, and I will give you the counter-virus."

I held up a pale hand, and shook my head, "That is unacceptable. Morpheus would not come with us if we were to kill his companion."

"Understandable."

"Let us reverse it, Agent. You give us the syringe and then we will deliver Neo to you. Dead."

"How can I be sure you will bring me Mister Anderson?" He asked, cocking a thick eyebrow.

"We don't have a reason to betray you. Now you us, we are Exiles, so it's only natural for you to turn traitor." My twin retorted, "You would merely be doing your job. We would have nothing against you."

"I am an exile as well, you see," Said the Agent slowly, motioning to his ear. Both One and I noticed he did not carry an earpiece, "I only want revenge on Mister Anderson...but I see this is not going anywhere. So I shall improvise...I will give you half the solution now and half later. You will bring me Mister Anderson, preferably unconscious."

"We have a better idea," I continued, "Give us the syringe, but make it only last several hours. When we return with The One, give us a permanent dose."

"Interesting............yes, that shall work." The Agent pulled out the needle and held in front of my face, except this time, he let me catch it, "Three hours."

"And a sedative for The One. Especially strong."

He pulled another needle out and tossed it to One, who placed it in his coat pocket.

"Goodbye, Twins."

One abruptly punched a wall and kicked in the door as the agent disappeared out of sight.

"Out of sight, out of mind."  I commented to One.

"We wish."  He responded.

"Where did the agent go, twins?" She asked immediately.

"He fled because he's a coward. It's the way of the agents." I said to her as One grabbed her roughly by the arm and I pulled out the long needle.


"What's that?" She asked.

"Do you want to shut up and be saved or would you rather continue talking and we just leave you here?" One asked hastily and squeezed her arm a little harder as I administered the counter-virus. She shuddered a little bit, and then returned to her posture.

"Get on our back." I commanded to her.

"What?"

"You heard us."

"How can I be sure you won't kill me?"

One turned to her, "If we wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already, and why would we waste the energy to come save you and then skirmish with an agent only to kill you?"

She seemed to consider this and then reluctantly placed her hands around my neck. I craned my neck to look at her and my dreadlocks 'accidentally' hit her in the face, "Don't let go."

The two of us phased through the floors of the building as One opened the door and I pushed Niobe through.

She waited for a reaction. Nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief, she glanced at me, "Take me to Morpheus."

I paid her no heed for the moment and was involved in a conversation with my companion.

"Do you have the sedative?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll take the girl back to Morpheus. You go behind The One and knock him out. We'll rendezvous back around here; you will have The One with you."

"Excellent thinking, Two."

"Thank you"

"You're welcome."

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