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.

AN: as stated in the previous chapters, the next three (including this) is really one chapter, so those the next two will have not title or disclaimer.

MY italics are being a bitch again. So telepathy is in slashes like this /Rayments are Sexy/

This chapter is dedicated to THE RAYMENT TWINS THEMSELVES for among numerous things, being an inspiration to this fanfic, being in Reloaded (hopefully Revolutions), and being that sexy and…yum.

To the twinnies, Neil and Adrian: If you do read this fanfic (which I doubt but tis possible) please email me saying you did, and hopefully with some sort of thing saying I'm keeping the Twins in-character/out of-character, or whatever also comments you have on my fanfic which I slave over. I worship you both. ^_^ You have no idea how happy that would make me. Thanks a ton, and special hugs and kisses to Adrian, who is the cooler Twin! (Sorry Neil. I still love you. Just…not as much!)

DUAL BIOGRAPHY

Chapter XV:  The Broken River of Time

 FLASHBACK (Until said otherwise)

TIME: UNKNOWN (Adrian and Neil are approximately 19 years old)

POV: Third Person

i.

"You're insane, Neil!" Shouted a pale boy from the other side of the dimly lit room, "If we send Alpha let then the Omega would immediately counter from the front left." The boy pointed to the paper in front of him, showing him the path the Omega would take with his finger. The boy over his shoulder nodded and grinned.

"But Adrian, look," He snaked a finger over Neil's should to trace his own path, "If the Omega counters front left, then they leave the entire top right second open. Delta that and we could slaughter them from the back."

The one called Neil turned around and looked at his brother.

They were brothers, obviously. The one in front of the computer screen, the pale-haired and extremely light brother, Neil, was the practical one, smart and sleek with puncturing eyes and a fierce grasp on logic and science. He appeared even agile while leaning into a screen, the harsh glow reflecting upon his face and making him look like some deathly grim reaper. Neil actually had a condition called albinism, making him extremely pale. His ice-blue eyes darted around the monitor, rationalizing what the person on the other side of the connection was doing, thinking of all logical solutions to the problem. His mind worked incredibly quick.

The one behind him, Adrian, was completely unlike. He had shoulder length brown hair, in ringlets that hung around his face. He appeared, with his hair, extremely childish and generally very young and unwise. Despite that, Adrian worked outside of the lines, his sapphire blue irises following his brother's glacier pair, his abstract mind making and pointing out every note of every random thoughts that their enemy could think. He was several shades tanner then his albino brother, a dark almost-Hispanic color. Yet he was merely English, and not a bit of what his appearance suggested. His irrational mind complemented his brother's logic to perfection.

Neil nodded and clicked several times on his mouse, moving Alpha. In a split second, Adrian's thought was confirmed as their enemy moved Omega to attack Alpha. As the team was annihilated, Adrian jumped on to the other computer in the room and brought up Delta, his team, from the rear forces and promptly slaughtered Omega, fast enough to save most of Alpha.

'You win.' The words from the Omega group flashed across the screen.

'Again' Typed Adrian.

'We always win' Confirmed Neil.

"Let's go to bed," Adrian said to his brother on the other side of the room.

"That sounds good," Neil replied with a yawn.

'We're signing off, Agent.' Typed Neil, using his opponent's alias.

'I must speak with you two.'

'Going to sleep.' Replied Adrian again.

'No, Albino, ForcedColor, I must speak with you. I will be there in ten minutes. Do not sleep, yet.' Agent's words said, using their aliases.

It was true that Adrian was practically jealous of his brother's paleness. They were fans of silver and white, pure light and pure death. They were army strategist out of their place, teenage brothers that belonged within the Marines and trapped with adolescent body, confined only war and strategy games.

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Time: NEXT DAY

POV: 3rd Person

ii

"What are you talking about, suit?" Asked Neil threateningly. He felt confined in this room. Though the room was as stalk white as he and his brother loved, the room glared at him such like he had done something wrong.

"We would like to recruit you for a special operations team meant to hunt down terrorist and terrorist groups." Replied a deadpan voice from the speaker on the counter.

Adrian growled, his abstractness leading to quick angering. He grabbed the speaking box from the table and shouted into it, "Listen to me, you fuckin' CIA bastard. I don't give a flying damn who you are, what you stand for, or what you want to recruit me and my brother for. I want fucking out of this prison and I want it now. This is against the goddamned law, bastard."

"The laws are for creatures below us," The box replied, "Like us. Join us or die."

"that's so goddamned clichéd, bastard." Adrian murmured, "Talk to me face to face, cowardly asshole! If you need to speak through a freakin' box, then you're quite a pathetic loser."

"We are only hidden for your sake, not for ours."

Adrian threw the box onto the floor and stomped on it. The sound of short circuits and breaking electronics filled the small white room.

"How's that for our sake!?" He shouted, "Show your cowardly face, bastard!"

"It's not working, Adrian. Get over it." Replied Neil, sitting and leaning back in one of the two chairs, "They're not coming."

"Assholes…" Adrian mumbled, falling into the chair next to his brother, "Assholes who goddamned speak through a box and then run away. I'm beginning to think that box was artificially sentient or something."

"Artificial sentience is not as rare as you might think, ForcedColor," Said a cold voice from behind us both.

A man walks in, a suit. The man looks rather typical, a workman heading to his job. But he exudes an aura. An aura of evil, malicious intent. Adrian subconsciously took a step back from him, bumping into his brother who noticed the same feeling this man gave off.

"How do you know that name?" Adrian gritted through his teeth.

"And you, Albino."

"How did you come across those titles, suit?" Neil asks. His voice is barely level with only a slight quiver."

"I am Agent," Said the suited man, "Did I not say I wanted to meet with you? Here I am." The man sat down in the last unoccupied chair and looked at them, "You are quite the strategists."

"Thank you, Agent. But this meeting I don't appreciate," Neil growls, "A mall would have worked well also."

"You don't understand the idea of this meeting, Mr. Aeron." Replied the Agent, "I am called Agent Cooper. I was the player behind Omega. My colleague," Cooper motioned to the door as a second suit entered, "Agent Smith, was playing Iota."

Smith nodded to them both, "Greetings, Albino. ForcedColor."

"You'd be Matrix, then?" Neil said, looking up at Smith.

The other Agent nodded, "Yes, I am called Agent Smith."

"Do you  have first names?" Adrian asked with a half-smirk.

Both men looked momentarily stunned, "I am John," said Cooper after a slight pause, "This is Robert."

"I am called Neil Aeron, and my brother is Adrian, as I think you already know."

"That is correct. Your skill amuses us."

"So you abduct us?"     Adrian growled, his anger steadily uprising again.

"You could say that. But regardless, myself and Agent Smith are offering you a chance to live forever."

"Immortality is impossible to achieve by true means. And don't say lich, either. The only way one can live forever is through their name."

"It is not immortality…….you age as the world grows. But when the world does not grow, neither do you."

Neil went into logic mode, "The world grows 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Doing that would do nothing about extending life."

"But if world didn't grow?" Asked Smith with a smirk.

"The world grows, Matrix," commented Neil with Smith's alias, "you can't stop it."

"But if you weren't in the world?"

"We are. Don't be a fool. Your skill impressed me and Adrian, but you speak gibberish. Idiotic."

"Perhaps all that is a lie is truth and all truths are lies?"

"Now you're just being a philosophical moron," injected Adrian, rolling his eyes, "Don't pull this philosophy shit. We're in the world, and you can't make us immortal. There are facts, rules, can't be broken. Can't be bent."

Both Agents laughed at that, "You'd be surprised, Mr. Aeron."

"What's so funny, bastard?"  asked the tanned brother.

"Your words." Cooper grinned, "They're remarkably accurate, switched."

Smith's face grew colder still, his smirk gone to be replaced by only a icy stare, "You will gain this whether you want it or not. It will simply be easier voluntarily."

"You can't do that." Challenged the albino.

"Can you prove that?" Cooper growled back, his smirk lost as well.

"Try me," Adrian replied in the same tone, jumping up and back-handspringing off the table, exercising athletic arms. What time wasn't spent on the computer, school or sleep, he was working out, whether weights or Tai Kwon Do.

"I dare you," said his brother, moving closer as both of them shifted into fighting stances, "You suits couldn't beat us if you tried."

"We don't need to try," Responded Smith, and the two Agents jumped towards the Aeron brothers.

The fight was over in a matter of seconds. Both Albino and ForcedColor pinned against the wall with arms in locks by Agent and Matrix.

"Let go of me!" Neil grumbled, trying to free himself.

"We have no intention of doing so," Cooper responded. Grabbing the boy's wrists in a grasp of iron, he and Smith pulled the two protesting brothers out.