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!

Woah, twenty chapters! Neva did I think this fanfic was gonna grow so muchly! And I owe a ton of it to you guys! *hands everyone Twin plushies*

Audrey: To make you feel bad, you sent me a guilt trip. Alright, I'm done being spiteful.

"I should go beat up my sis and see if i remember anything from when we were kids..." This is hilarious. Undoubtedly one of my favorite lines of review to read.

YES!!! I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM!!!! PLEASE tell me what's wrong with my fanfic when you see it! It makes me a better writer! And I didn't mean to yell at you before, Just found it annoying. Sorry. _

Also, I DO put italics on! But they disappear when I upload the chapter! *sigh*

Oh yes, I dedicate this chapter to Mirachan and Rykan4marius, who are starting a twincest club on deviantart.com! If you want to check out my art, go to thethirdtwin.deviantart.com.  Rykan is Rykan4marius.deviantart.com and Mirachan is Mirachan.deviantart.com. Are you seeing a connection? *grin*

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DUAL BIOGRAPHY-  The life of the Virii Twins after the explosion, from Twin Two's POV

By Kobra aka Karina of Darkness

Chapter XX: Dangerous Games

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This Agent Thompson person amuses me. There is nothing in my un-updated database about her; she must be younger then us. She's an Exile, no doubt, a bit unstable for that matter.

But she may be our ticket to getting rid of Adrian and saving Neo, who I still don't know why I'm saving. So we don't have a choice.

She led us back to a shack, not too much different from the one I confronted the MI. In it were several computers hooked up together, the green code of the Matrix scrolling on all three.

"Can you help us?"

"I didn't threaten you for no reason."

"We wouldn't be surprised," One murmured under his breath, "There are two things you need to do?"


"Two things? Overhaul," She responded, sitting down at the single seat.

"Two things." I repeated firmly, "You brought in two beings, hence two things are required."

"Thought you were one," She retorted.

She sighed, "Fine, two things. One of them is breaking the Agency. What else?"

"We have an extra persona in our head," I said quietly, hearing Adrian groan, "Could you remove him?"

"Sure, sit down," She grinned a crazy smile at me, and I sat down on a chair I pulled up. From a hidden compartment, she pulled three electrodes and put them on me. I can feel my pulse begin to race. My temple, my neck, and one slightly down my shirt, on my heart.

//"Calm down, brother,"//  One reassures me //"You shall be fine."//

//"We know…we cannot explain why our pulse has quickened." //

She begins to type furiously on one of the two keyboards in front of the computers. There is a tingling in my head again, and as I look upon the Matrix on the screens, I realize that she's playing with my programming.

Dangerous games, dangerous games.

My entire body buzzes with her meddling. Even the slightest changes race up my spine; things you just can't NOT do. My nails grow a fraction of an inch, my dreads whiten. The handle of my switchblade grows slightly colder; my coat lengthens a sixth of an inch.  I know they mean nothing, but it shows me just how much power this Agent has over me. That if she wanted to, she could easily delete me right here and now.

The miniscule changes stop, and white stars flash between my eyes. The buzzing, though annoying, switches to a screaming pain that sets my bones on fire. My muscles tense, my eyes squeeze shut. The blistering pain throbs between my eyes; everywhere else it's dulled.


"That's what you want?" Thompson asks me.

"Yes," One replied instead. I'm glad; I don't think I could string the words together. I have the program equivalent of a migraine, or worse.

//"It's like….when they turned me into you…."//  Adrian said quietly. I can hear the pain make his voice crack, //"I'm….sorry…Two…"//

The burning agony calms down in my head as I try to focus his words, //"What?"//

His words are fractured, just as my comprehension. Whatever Thompson is doing is making my vision blurry and my head spin. I think One is shouting, but I'm not sure.

//"I….I think…whatever I did…….I'm sorry. I ….I know I can be an ass at times…."//

I don't know quite how to respond, and I don't think I have the energy to anyway. But as the agony becomes exceedingly more unbearable, my mind refocuses, clearer then anything. I am still sitting down in that chair, the electrodes still there,  my own code still scrolling down the screens. I'm alright, I think. The blistering throb in my head has calmed down.

"I'm alright now, I think," I told One.

He looked at me, completely horrified, but I'm not sure why.

"Two!"

"What?"

"You spoke it purposefully!"

I cocked my head to one side.

"You said it! I!"

I grinned at him, "Well, yes, I did. Is that alright with you, because if it's not then that's just too bad. Oh well," I shrugged at him and nodded to Thompson, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," She chuckled.

One looks at me, his eyes practically bulging. They flicker to the Matrix code, where my programming is scrolling.

"You edited his programming!" He growled at Thompson, "Reconnect him at once!"

"Why should I?" She responded with a smirk.

I wonder what One's so worked up about. I mean, at least Adrian's gone. I dn't hear him anyway.

"What did you do to Two?!"

"I made him independent, you two need that."

"Change him back!" One growled, "We know what we need."

She stands up from the computers and smirks at One. It's a vicious grin, an insane one, even. From One's position sitting down,  she's looking down at him.

"Beg."

"What are you talking about, Agent?" He demands to her, "Give us our brother!"

"Relax, One, I'm fine."

"No, you're not," He says quickly to me.

"Beg, like get on your knees and beg," Thompson is sneering now.

"We would not beg to you."

"Suit yourself." She turned back to the screens and watched the code descend.

I crossed my legs and watched One and Thompson. My brother was grinding his teeth together viciously, and Thompson was merely sitting there watching the screens.

"You never answered our question before," One said, keeping the note of panic that only I could sense out of his voice, "How did you discover of us?"

She pointed to her neck, where her earpiece would be. A long scar ran up the same path the device would take, curling under her ear, and more scar tissue actually in her ear, "I can hack into the Agents' hardwired network. They are talking about you. Say that the Matrix Incarnate himself is after you two. It's crazy to think that he'd go after two little rogue programs like yourself, so I figured I'd go see why. Why?"

"We….were involved in a deal that involved a bit of revenge on our part," He replied, "It involved saving rebels."

Thompson chuckled to herself, "You are a little foolish pair of Exiles. Tsk tsk, you should know better if you fled the Source."

"We did not expect such."

"It was your fault," I smirked, "You were the one he took over. You and I both know that. "

One doesn't respond to me, "Agent Thompson, revert our brother back to his previous programming. We order you too."

"You and what army?" She responded, toying with my brother, "I do it if you stuff that Exiled pride you have and begged to me. I really will. And I'll hack the Agency, too. Just for you."  She rolled her eyes at my brother and watched the screen scroll. The expression on her face was amazingly bored-looking.

One walked behind Thompson and looked over her shoulder, "Thompson?"

She didn't turn, "Yes?"

"Turn around."

The female Agent sighed to herself and obeyed my brother's wishes. She turned and looked down at him, a wide triumphant snicker growing on her face.

One was on his knees, shades off, eyes blazing hate, "Please, Agent Thompson, return our brother to his original state. Return MY brother to his original form, like he was before you mutated him. Not his first form, connected to the Matrix, but what he was when we first saw you in the hotel." 

Thompson's eyes go dark for a second: she was hoping he wouldn't say to make me how I was hour ago, but my first version.