Chapter two: Midnight Cherub's Dance Club Part 1

Author Notes:

Thoughts will be in italics as well as talking mentally from one character to another.

Disclaimer: If I owned matrix/made money from this I'd have one of my manservants write this story, not me.

Heaven and Hell... The moon and stars... Snow White... Singing. What do these things have to do with one another?

Katey shook her head as she laid down with Cream sickle.

"Well the moon and stars are out at night... and they're also associated with Heaven...that would include angels... which would explain why he called me Seraph...but what about Hell, prince charming, Snow White and all the singing? What do you think Cream sickle?" Katey asked as she picked up her beloved cat.

She looked Cream sickle in the eyes to read his mind, a very handy trait when conversing with an animal or even some humans. Cream sickle mewed since he was just as confused as Katey. He could offer her no help. Katey sighed as she flopped down on her bed with him to think and take a nap. Sometimes when she slept things became much clearer upon awakening.

What do they have to do with each other...Almost nothing at all... angel's don't live in hell, the moon and the stars are in the sky and heaven doesn't exist.

Katey jumped as her TV turned itself on and became to surf for a station.

Okay TVs don't just turn themselves on... what is going on around here.

As the TV looked for a station, Katey felt a familiar pounding behind her temples... the beginning of one of her headaches. She instantly shook her head in a successful attempt to clear her mind from the pain. It worked for the moment as she watched the commercial the TV had stopped itself on.

'Hey there! DJ Prince Charming here! Come down to the Midnight Cherub's Dance Club and dance the night away! Snow White and her seven dwarves will be performing live at Helluva Hottie Stage... Not to mention you'll get your chance to be kissed by me, Prince Charming... hopefully I'll awake some fire in at least one of you princesses...

This is it... I have to go here... But that seems too easy... too obvious... something's up.

Katey sighed as she curled up with Cream sickle to sleep again. Cream sickle nuzzled his orange and white face against hers in an attempt to reassure his master that everything was all right. He snuggled up with her in her warm embrace before settling in for a cat night himself.

"There is a war going on...Which side are you on?...Red or blue?... Trinity! Neo! ... faces... a black man in a suit flanked by a taller lanky white man, why does she look so familiar... and a woman on the other side... shorter than the white man with black hair just like him... all of them in black and sunglasses... Weapons? Fighting? Wait... my friends... what's going on here? Something's changing... it's that green and white writing again... why is it everywhere? What's going on... Someone help me! ... wait... why am I standing against brown... why does he have a gun pointed at me? WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!

Katey awoke in a cold sweat. She knew her dream was pointing her towards the path she had to take but was at a loss. As she thought harder she definitely recognized two of the figures... The woman was the famous hacker/terrorist Trinity... and the other figure...

No. It can't be him. Thomas would never do something like that... he would never join them... something's wrong here... I don't understand... My little brother would never do something like that...

Katey was again lost. She hadn't see her little brother since their days at the orphanage... both were young so he didn't remember it. She did though, she remembered every bit of it. A family wanted her but she persuaded them to take Thomas instead... needing to know that her brother was safe. She knew she wouldn't have another chance at a good home for a long time... but neither would he. They had kept in touch for a while but as Katey was passed around for her powers between mob bosses, king pins and other baddies, she couldn't help but lose touch with him...But this couldn't be him... no way it could be him...

Katey shook her head as a headache threatened to floor her. She refused to believe her innocent little brother she loved so very much could ever be a terrorist... like the ones she used to hunt down... like Morpheus. She decided her best course of action would be to go to the club as soon as her headache passed... then she could prove to herself that her brother, Thomas Anderson, was no terrorist.