Hello there you kind readers. Thank you for choosing to read the second chapter of Broken Trinity, after my not so popular start, and my long absence due to exams and revision. I assure you that I will not be doing that again for a while! As promised, my next chapter of B.T. is here, and it has not finished. There are still more chapters after this, that I have yet to write, so that will be enjoyable for me, and hopefully for you too. As usual, if you see any spelling mistakes, or something that would probably sound better another way, please tell me. My beta readers are very good, and i do try to check myself, but it is very easy to miss things.

(These review replies were at the bottom of the first chapter)

Angel-Of-Lightness, a big thank you to you for helping me with this version (first chapter).

GreyElvenWarrior, I have the next chapters planned out. They will look similar to the movie at first, but they will be straying from it as the chapters go on. And all of that just because of one stone that happened to hit her leg…

Kal Torak, sorry, but I wont be writing again for a long time, most likely till after my exams. I hate it as much as you do. Thanks so much for what you wrote! I am also going on holiday for two weeks, but I will have another chapter up when I come back.

Zaneta, I hope you find this okay, too.

Cinn, like I said above, I wont be writing for a long time, but there is no way that I am going to leave this.

Hazelle, thanks so much for your review, it's nice to see that other people other than the 'regulars' enjoy my work!

Protectress of Dalidon, thanks for your help, I have rewritten that part to accommodate for that, and well done with your first aid course. Thanks for your help also with 'Trinity'. I hope to hear from you again, tell me what you think.

richard the pedantic, yeah, it is very depressing, isn't it. I've only just really seen that. Well, that's me trying my hand at a slightly new style. Thanks for your help!

Starangel/Bluesky, thanks for your email, I hope you find this version okay aswell.

Now, extra thank yous to both AmbrosiaBunny, my regular beta reader, and actually to Richard the Pedantic also, for looking over this chapter, making sure it is all correct, changing my appalling spelling mistakes. (Richard never stops going on about those!) Thank you my brilliant beta readers, and you have no excuse this time for blowing up my garden or whatever, Richard the Pedantic- I gave you the chapter early to make sure my beautiful garden stays safe.


Thomas Anderson sat in front of his computer, fast asleep. His latest buyer was over two hours late. Unpredictable as always, last time Choi had come knocking at his door, he had also been late, but it had been just under an hour that time. He had even tried to give Thomas $500 under his asking price, which did not lay well with him.

As time went on, Thomas got increasingly bored. He had started running his usual search for the notorious terrorist and hacker Morpheus, but as usual his search only brought up small reports and minor sightings- nothing useful for him. After about half an hour of waiting for his buyer, Thomas Anderson had fallen asleep right in front his computer.

Having been asleep for over an hour and a half, Thomas Anderson never saw when his computer screen completely cleared and turned black. If he had been awake, he would have tried a few keyboard shortcuts- Ctrl, Alt & Del, Ctrl & X, or checking the power connection at the back of his monitor to try and rectify the problem. However, he remained completely and utterly asleep.

The black screen once more gave a flicker, before it then returned to its usual state, where the search program restarted continuing its search for Morpheus. Thomas Anderson was none the wiser.


Loud music pounded overhead where Thomas Anderson stood. He had never really liked this sort of music, but he was willing to put up with it just this once.

He stood waiting in a lonely corner, waiting for something. Liquid night, awakened dreams and yearnings. He did not know why he was there, or where he was, other then he was in a crowded rave nightclub. However, he was neither concerned with his location nor the reasoning; there was just a purpose, and the purpose was for him to be there. He knew how out of place he was there, being that he was the only person not to be wearing or doing anything provocative, but somehow it didn't seem to matter. He was waiting, and that was all his mind told him to do.

In the jumbled reality of his confined vision, he saw movement towards him. A ghost; a black spiral of smoke. A woman. As much as he tried, he found he could not identify her; there wasn't any defined lines or markings on her face and her features were all completely blurred. He knew there was something about her that he desperately needed to see, to know, but he just couldn't clarify the image. The strangest thing was that he knew himself, in his deepest subconscious, that he would recognise her if ever he saw her again. They had a connection, he could feel it. His soul was somehow bound to hers in some inextricable way.

"Feel this?"

He saw her move right in front of him, saying something important, yet he could not distinguish the words. She leaned right into him and whispered in his ear, but all he heard was the sound of the crowd, and the warm tingle of her breath on his cheek. There was something not right, something quite obviously painfully wrong. Her breath had a cold, frozen feel to it beneath its outward facade of warmth, much like the veneer of the Matrix itself. Thomas could feel the claws of pain and suffering that were emanating from her lost figure, see the loss that was so horrific and unimaginable pooling out from behind her glacial blue eyes, unspoken words from beyond the grave.

As he felt himself falling into the depths of a deep frozen hell, only her eyes stood out to him; a light, glacial blue; the only non blue colour radiating from her as he fell further into hopelessness, was a deep red bloody tear from below her right eye.

"I'm never letting go."


Thomas Anderson jerked bolt upright from his dream with a startled gasp. He was still trying to grasp what he had just seen that for a few moments he gave no regard for the merciless banging at his apartment door, its hinges creaking as they threatened to give way. He quickly glanced at his computer screen, struck a few keys to pause and hide the search, and then moved to open his door with a half tired, half annoyed, "All right, all right."

The door was partially opened to reveal a rather exasperated man and his girl, accompanied by three other people, all of them wearing leather or vinyl and chains attached from here to God knows where.

"What's going on, man? You fall asleep waiting for us or something? I've been knocking for ten minutes!" The man exaggerated, his tone joking yet slightly annoying to listen to.

Thomas Anderson answered him with a small glare, which ended up looking like a gloomy blank stare in his current state of consciousness. "You're two hours late."

"I know. It's her fault." Choi answered, giving a slight glance to the woman wrapped under his arm, then returning to glare back at Thomas.

"You got the money?" Thomas continued, still not entirely convinced about the man.

Choi gave a sigh and dig into his leather coat pocket, revealing a wad of money, which was then stuffed through the door. "Two grand."

Thomas took the money, retreated inside his small room and appeared again a few moments later, disk in hand and money safely stored away. Taking off the chain on the door this time, Thomas hesitantly presented Choi with the disk. He took the object slightly sceptically at first, but a smile then formed on the buyer's face. "Hallelujah. You're my saviour man. My own personal Jesus Christ."

Thomas Anderson grew more uncomfortable and irritated. "You get caught using that…" he started warningly.

"Yeah, I know, this never happened. You don't exist." Choi said plainly to him. Thomas grew even more uncertain. "Right," he said, more to himself than to Choi.

"Hey, something wrong, man? You look a little whiter then usual." Choi stated, not adding his comments about his clothes and dishevelled hair.

"It's nothing, just not sleeping well. I'm not sure if I'm awake or still dreaming half the time. As if nothing is completely real, you know?"

"Mm, all the time. Its called Mascaline. It's the only way to fly." Choi said, slightly dreamily. The girl had been smiling slyly at him, and her eyebrows had also risen at him at the mention of drugs. Thomas looked down, handing his head. How did I ever get involved with druggies and all this hacking? He thought to himself.

"Hey, it just sounds to me like you need to unplug, man! Look, how 'bout we show you. What do you think, Dujour? Should we take him with us?"

Thomas saw as her eyes dropped to take him all in, her smile widening slightly as she said huskily, "Definitely."

Thomas felt slightly sick at the sight of her. He wanted any excuse not to go with them, he didn't hang around with his buyers; he just hacked, and they paid him the money. No socialising involved. One of the reasons he chose this extra way of making money, among other things.

"No, I cant, I've have, er, work tomorrow." Yeah, right. Very convincing. Maybe you should get to bed more often, Thomas thought to himself.

"Come on, it'll be fun, I promise." Dujour said, turning to embrace Choi, the two of them looking at Thomas, yearning for him to comply. Thomas just saw more tattoos on the woman's body.

"Sorry. I really can't. I have things I need to do. Other customers…"

At that, Choi tilted his head to the side, gave Dejour a little stroke, in which she moved slightly round to the back of him. From his pocket, Choi extracted another disk, similar yet different to the one Thomas had just sold him. He wordlessly passed it to Thomas, and lazily replied only to his enquiring look.

"Some weird dude told me to give this to you. He said it was instructions for something he wanted you to get him."

"I don't do hacking on order and delivery. I'm not a catalogue that you can just chose what you want-"

"Yeah, I know, man. I told him that, but he was real insistent. I wasn't gonna give it to you anyway, but something you just said…" Choi trailed off, and Thomas finally took the disk from his hand.

"Well, nice doing business with you. Have a nice day."

And with that, Choi and his gang turned and left, walking back down the deserted hallway. Thomas Anderson swung his door shut and prepared to get a good night sleep. After he found out what was on the disk.


For those who might nit-pick, I do use scripts when writing. And yes I have kept to the script as far as I want, but anything that diverges from that is for a reason, its part of the story. As with the theory of alternate realities, the story is parallel to the original, until the event that changed the course of its history. After that, things are pretty similar to the original timeline, but start to separate and change from that original as time goes on, until the two realities are quite different from each other. And all because of one single event, like a stone causing Trinity to miss judge the jump through the window, ending in her damaging her leg, and never making it out in time.