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.
Curiosity Saved the Cat
Outside as the rain continued to fall splattering to the sidewalk, children played quite happily tearing up the water from the puddles to create rainbows as the sun rays burst through it scattering into millions of pigments of colour. Why should they care about a small amount of rain if the sun was out at the same time. Their neon yellow raincoats faithful as ever, kept them warm and dry and with this, their Wellington boots made them look like some sort of creature. Something that really should not have looked natural, but in this day and age, in this world, people just looked at them, laughed at their folly and fawned over them as if they were the sweetest things to be seen at that very moment. And indeed they were.
Inside the house the scene unfolded with not quite as much happiness as the children outside. Their joyful shrieks, full of life and the noises of splashing reached Helena's ears distracting her from the moment and turning her towards the window. The sight of these children made even her smile, before the depth and gravity of the situation again hit her, and she turned towards the man in front of her. He stood, powerful, almost a God, the rainwater matting his hair to his head, his trench coat soaked. She noticed with mild irritation that he was dripping over her kitchen floor, but what did that matter anymore. His shoulders were hunched in an intimidating manner and he stared at her with such intensity that Helena had to look away. He aimed the gun at her, never taking his eyes away from her face, cocking his head to one side and regarding her with cruel mechanical curiosity. Helena looked from the gun to him, and began to tenuously back away watching his every move like a cat watching its prey. Only, she was the prey, small vulnerable thing, and as quickly as she edged away, he matched her steps to the "T". Helena opened her mouth to say something to find that she couldn't, her voice was frozen in place, cotton wool lined her mouth and ice crept through her veins as burning as fire. Instead it was he that said something.
"Beautiful". It was more mouthed rather then said; more of a thought then a whisper, and it caused Helena to look at him with some confusion, which quickly turned to an overbearing terror. He snapped out of whatever thoughts he was thinking and as calmly as one might make a lovely cup of tea, he screwed the silencer onto his gun. There now, he thought, much better, wouldn't want to worry those children outside. He grinned devilishly, took one more step towards her... and she fainted. "Bugger" he cursed out loud. "That's never happened before, I swear" he mumbled more to the unconscious Helena then himself. He carefully picked the girl up, cradling her in his arms as gently as one might a new born child and he laid her down on her sofa. Again, knowing what he had to do, he aimed the gun at her head and flicked the safety off. Absentmindedly he brushed away a few strands of escaped hair from her forehead. He stared at her for a few minute more, so this was the priestess, the all powerful one. If she was anything she was vulnerable and delicate and definitely the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. She didn't seem threatening in the slightest. He mentally slapped himself for being so weak, he was a program, he was not meant to be weakened by such things. He to a step back aimed and.... Lowered the gun. Aw hell, he thought to himself, before flicking the safety back on the gun, removing the silencer and shoving it impatiently into his pocket granting Helena a few more hours of deserved life. He was drawn to this girl, and it was pissing him off, niggling him in the back of his mind, like an itch he couldn't reach. He sat down in a chair in front of her, crossed his arms and brooded over it for the rest of the afternoon, waiting for the girl to wake.
Music. She could hear music. The sound drifted through her mind like a feather on the wind, weightless and undefined, but there, just about. She smiled and stretched out like a lioness taking in fully each pleasure that the act brought. Slowly her eyes fluttered open to meet a pair of chocolate brown ones. The panic set in. All of a sudden her body was thrown bolt upright and a certain Trainman received a very swift blow to the jaw from the "helpless" little creature. Swiftly he reached out and gripped her wrists, bringing her flailing clawed fists to a cease. Still she struggled on this time, not willing this time to just sit down and die, not willing to give him the opportunity of shooting her. "Stop it woman for God's sake" he growled at her, and grunted with the effort of subduing her. As if in answer to this, a little steal toe capped boot flew out and struck him squarely in the nether regions. What followed was a sensory overload which could have only been described as pain for him. He let go, doubled over and she slipped away. Having been given her chance of freedom for a moment, she immediately went for his trench coat draped ever so conveniently over the chair he had been occupying before her attack. She snatched the gun from it, and aimed the unfamiliar object at him. "Jesus Christ woman", he shouted, "Are you trying to make me infertile for the rest of my life"? He finally looked up when Helena said nothing and saw the gun in her hand. "Don't be stupid, give me the gun". He said more annoyed by the kick to his crown jewels then his life, after all he was not really alive, so he could not really die. By this point her hands were shaking like a leaf, the gun aiming everywhere as if possessed by some desire to take on a life of its own. Panicked beyond sight, eyes rolling like a spooked horse, she pressed the trigger on the gun. It clicked but beyond that nothing spectacular happened. She looked at the Trainman, then back at the gun and that second cost her the possession of the gun. The Trainman gave her a withering look before strolling up to her and taking the gun from her as if she were a naughty child. He placing it down on the table next to him. "Now are you going to stop this or am I going to have to tie you up", he questioned holding his hands up at the same time as a sign of peace. Helena decided that the first option sounded the best, and somewhat comforted by his hands being high in the air rather then close to the gun, she stopped her hostile treatment and calmed herself down, although still keeping as far away from the scruffy guy as possible. Finally getting her tongue back she started demanding answers in a totally irate tone.
"Who the hell are you"? Was her first question. "You want the long answer or the short one" he said crashing down on her sofa. "The one that explains the most" she replied testily. "Ok then, I'm known as the Trainman, I ferry exiled programs into the Matrix, my friends however call me Charon, anything else". "You have friends"! she said in utter disbelief ignoring the strangeness of his answer before realizing what he had said and carrying on with her next question whilst staring at him as if he were a madman. "What is the Matrix"? Explaining the matrix to someone who doesn't even realise they're living in it is like trying to explain the pleasure of sex to a first timer. Here goes anyway. He thought to himself dubiously, preparing himself for the barrage of questions which were guaranteed to follow. So he began to explain. Half an hour, 20 questions and a few demonstrations of how he could alter the Matrix to prove his truthfulness later, Helena's curiosity by far out-weighed her fear, so much in fact that she had gradually inched closer to him over that period of time as trying to catch some whispered piece of gossip.
"Why did you want to kill me"? "Because I was told to", "Who told you to"? "The Merovingian", "Who's he"? "My boss". She looked at him confused for a few seconds. "Why me"? He looked right back at her and gave her a part truth. "Because you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time".
Seeming to accept this, the final and somewhat timid question came. "Why didn't you kill me? You were obviously going to before hand". He looked at her, and decided to tell a little white lie. "I just decided that I didn't want to". He said, shrugging like it was the most obvious answer in the world. He would not tell her of the almost unbearable connection he felt to her, and the way in which he had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life, not to mention what he wanted to do to her right at this second. He had a sneaking suspicion from the way she had looked at him after his evasive answer that he had not gotten away with the little slip he had made earlier. After a few minutes contemplation of this Helena decided the best idea was to go and make a lovely cup of tea to settle her nerves.
She arrived back, steaming tea in hand and still not entirely sure about him, sat on the other side of the room from who was it, Charon, yes that was his name. Seemingly reading her mind and discovering the topic at hand, Charon asked. "What is your name"? "Helena", she replied simply before taking a sip of her tea. And there it was, Charon and Helena had been introduced properly. A more civilized and calm air seemed to fall between them, and although they sat in silence for the rest of the evening. It was a comfortable silence. Whilst Helena sat contemplating the strange events of the day and that the world she knew was a lie, the Trainman sat pondering upon his betrayed to the Merovingian, and what was going to happen now he had befriended a potential enemy to programs, the machines and the matrix. He could only hope that the Merovingian did not find out his betrayal and Helena did not learn of her true identity, but when does anyone ever have such luck? He left Helena's home at around eleven that evening promising to come back and explain things further and headed back to his own home, the place he had created, that somehow, just did not seem as comfortable as the warmth of Helena's home.
Well there you go, Chapter 3, a little more happening in this chapter. Thank God he didn't kill her eh? Where is the romance in that! I hope you like the chapter, if you do – review.
Lots of Love
Arien XxX