Of Pains and Trains

DISCLAIMER

This story will contain some sexual scenes later on so don't read if you don't like that sort of thing. It also contains mild swearing. I own none of the characters from The Matrix and make no claim on them at all. However the characters I create such as Helena do belong and are copyrighted to me, so ask before you use them. Other then that – Enjoy the Story – Lots of Love, Arien.

Dirty Magazines

After finishing taking the next group of pitiful programs into the matrix, the Trainman stepped out of his train at the matrix as well – he had to find the girl from the subway. He had never been one to take the "Merv" too seriously but after looking at what he had done to the Oracle, the Trainman was not so sure that he wanted the same performance happening to him. The Trainman stepped out of the subway into the bright sunlight, discretely clicked the safety of his gun on, and headed off to find the annoying human. He did not have far to look.

Helena stood on tiptoe, trying to reach the top magazine from the stall, bugger, she thought to herself, why the hell have they put this one on the top shelf, its' not that bad. The magazine in question, a very steamy edition of "Home Gardening" completely eluded her grasp and sat proud, almost taunting her gallant effort of balance. She climbed onto the first shelf of the stand in to make herself taller and that was it... with no avail of grasping the "buggering thing" she teetered on the edge of oblivion for a few seconds before the entire stall decided to tumble down, Helena and all. Helena shrieked, causing many people to turn and look towards her as if she was mad. They stared for a few seconds as people tend to before carrying on down their own path with blinkers on. One of the people who actually did stop for longer then a millisecond was the Trainman, who raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes in somewhat amusement. He casually strolled over to where Helena was lying on the floor, leaned over her, his hair forming a halo around his face, and said:

"Well that was dumb"

Helena looked up and made eye contact with him. "You....Your...What do you want" she managed to stammer out rather un-articulately.

The Trainman merely held his hand out for her. Helena stared at it for a couple of seconds before taking it and allowing him to pull her up. Both Helena and the Trainman were oblivious to the irate stall owner with waving fists as bolts of electricity shot up their spines rendering at least one of them speechless for a few seconds.

"Err... thanks" said Helena, snatching her hand away rapidly and looking at the floor. Embarrassment yet again, stupid girl Helena.

"No problem" replied the Trainman. This girl is more trouble than she's' worth. "Come on, I'll walk you home" he said.

"You must be joking", Helena replied suddenly breaking out of her reverie to remember just who was standing in front of her. "There is no way I'm showing you where I live you Psycho!" With those works, she took off strolling briskly in the other direction. Bugger, thought the Trainman and proceeded to follow Helena through the city. Helena, now practically running, reached her train and shot to the carriage furthest away from the platform ducking her head down, her eyes rolling nervously. Unfortunately the Trainman had already seen her get on the train. He grinned almost mechanically. "Short cut" he mumbled to himself before looking at his multiple watches. If you had been looking carefully in a dark corner as the train pulled away from the platform, you would have noticed a scruffy man just disappear. Such are humans too caught up in their own business and troubles that none of them noticed the strange occurrence at all.

As Helena rounded the corner to her house with the rain pounding down the back of her neck, her heart burst into her throat as a feeble attempt at an attack because of what or rather who stood before her. There stood the scruffy guy who she had run from. How in the hell did he get here before me, she thought to herself. He must be stalking me, the weirdo. She tried to turn in the other direction and run but it was too late, he had seen her. The Trainman took off after her, not even bothering to run at his full capacity. The girl had absolutely no chance at all.

Helena screamed as an arm came round her waist pulling her back against a solid form. Somewhere in her mind registered that it was a very nice feeling solid form but she pushed that thought away quickly with disgust at herself and fear for her life. She would have screamed again had it not been for the hand over her mouth. She struggled as hard as she could but it was no use, the arm and no doubt the body to which it was attached was much stronger then she was. She stopped her struggles and concentrated on trying to breathe through the hand which was hindering her from doing so, as rain that almost resembled tears came trickling down her cheeks.

The Trainman felt her go limp in his arms the struggle and defiance trickling away, so he relaxed his almost unbearable grip on her waist. "If you promise not to scream, I'll move my hand", he whispered gruffly in her ear. Helena nodded rapidly and kept to her promise when the hand was removed. The hand found its way into a death grip on her wrist and the arm was removed totally from her waist only to return with something cold and hard which dug into Helena's side uncomfortably. "I think we had better go inside, don't you" he said, pulling a petrified Helena with him, back towards her pretty little house with the white picket fence.

Ok then, here is the second chapter and now you have to wait until the next instalment until you see what happens next. Let me know if you like it! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW away! 

Lots of Love

Arien XxX