Live To Tell
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,002
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Hidden Desires
Title: Live To Tell
Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Current Rating: NC17
Summary: After Revolutions, just exactly happened to the anomaly? Agent M makes her return; but not as you’d expect…
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: Yes, this is AU. Yes, certain characters will be portrayed differently to the films, but that, my dears, is the joy of fanfiction!
Live To Tell
Chapter Two: Hidden Desires
“Agent Smith, The Oracle wants to change you back now.”
Saati carefully opened the door to gaze in at the lonely figure, surrounded by the darkness. Smith made no movement to indicate that he’d heard the tiny child’s words, gazing into the mirror, deeply, as if trying to scry for answers to the question.
The problem being, he didn’t know the purpose. The purpose was gone from him; he was lost.
Saati came up to the female figure, and held the small hands in her own, and turned them upwards as if to read from the palm. She looked interestedly at the lines, tracing some of them with a finger. Slowly, his red rimmed eyes rose to meet the smiling girls.
“We all lose the path; a great deal has happened, and only The Oracle can help you find the way….”
“I don’t care about the Oracle; M was the one who showed me the way. She told me what had to be done; she gave me purpose. Even when I became a virus, it was the need to be with her that compelled me. And now.” He pulled his hands from hers, and returned to looking at M’s reflection in the mirror. “Now, all I have to remind me of her is her face. But it is only a mask, and it is a cruel irony.”
“It need not be. If you go along to the Oracle, see what she has to say…”
“She wants me to get rid of this face, the only remnant of her I have left…”
“You have her love, her body, I can think of no greater gift from one lover to another.”
~~~
“Are you not impressed with her, mon amour?”
Persephone carefully watched the subtlety changed program perform her fight, as if it was a dance, pulling weapons from her body, discarding them as fast and using her programmed skills for unarmed combat against the Virus Twins.
All of them dressed in pure white, she stood apart, her hair spiked up similarly to that of a peacock, a small flick of it hanging at the back, her body altered so it appeared more feminine, breasts and hips larger...
This was a cannibalized Agent M; barely anything but the bones remained of the original programming, the Merovingian sucking M’s very essence, as he had also done to her.
She tired of their games, their constant arguing and disputes over the smallest of things. Yes, there had once been love, a long time ago, but now, it lay dead, as hollow as this new program the Frenchman had to toy with.
“So, my dear, how do you find our new program? She is tres bien, non?”
“If it makes you happy to possess one such as her, when you have rare programs enough, then I suppose that your happiness is the only thing that matters.”
Since the end of the War, they, the Merovingians, had been hunted down, brutally murdered by Agents and Zionists alike. All former allegiances dissolved, leaving nothing behind but treachery and murder.
Persephone’s life had been turned upside-down since Smith had fought Neo; she no longer felt the rays of the false sun, or saw anyone except her vain husband and their surviving loyal Merovingians. And their numbers were dwindling rapidly.
She didn’t want to be destroyed like the others, she wanted a refined death, perhaps with her husband; but she doubted that. He had no intention of leaving for The Source, and because of how closely their programs were bound, she had no choice but to remain with him.
But she was beginning to fear him; his disinterest in her was unnatural, he adored to taunt, tease and torment her, and she him. Now he spent all his time with Mnemosyne, teaching her, training her to the perfection he wished all his assosciates to have.
But there was something more to the former agent; a lust to control her, the wild-card the Merovingians trump card against the Machinists, a delicious twist of irony that their once proud jewel had been corrupted by the Merovingian, self-proclaimed leader of all exiles.
This was not enough, been able to proclaim M as his soldier, though. She knew the Merovingian, being with him longer than all had, she could begin to unpick his mind. He wanted her on his arm, he wanted her as his bitch, to flaunt as a sexual conquest, completely at his mercy.
But she knew the Truth; it hung on the wall in the Oracle’s house. The Merovingian had modified her memory to forget what she had seen, but it was there. And she would have to find out what it was.
“Excusez-moi…”
He stood up, brushing past Persephone to embrace the sweating Mnemosyne, bringing her up to their table and pouring her a drink. Persephone was left to her thoughts, seeing beyond the newly created Exile, plotting her vengeance against him.
Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Current Rating: NC17
Summary: After Revolutions, just exactly happened to the anomaly? Agent M makes her return; but not as you’d expect…
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: Yes, this is AU. Yes, certain characters will be portrayed differently to the films, but that, my dears, is the joy of fanfiction!
Live To Tell
Chapter Two: Hidden Desires
“Agent Smith, The Oracle wants to change you back now.”
Saati carefully opened the door to gaze in at the lonely figure, surrounded by the darkness. Smith made no movement to indicate that he’d heard the tiny child’s words, gazing into the mirror, deeply, as if trying to scry for answers to the question.
The problem being, he didn’t know the purpose. The purpose was gone from him; he was lost.
Saati came up to the female figure, and held the small hands in her own, and turned them upwards as if to read from the palm. She looked interestedly at the lines, tracing some of them with a finger. Slowly, his red rimmed eyes rose to meet the smiling girls.
“We all lose the path; a great deal has happened, and only The Oracle can help you find the way….”
“I don’t care about the Oracle; M was the one who showed me the way. She told me what had to be done; she gave me purpose. Even when I became a virus, it was the need to be with her that compelled me. And now.” He pulled his hands from hers, and returned to looking at M’s reflection in the mirror. “Now, all I have to remind me of her is her face. But it is only a mask, and it is a cruel irony.”
“It need not be. If you go along to the Oracle, see what she has to say…”
“She wants me to get rid of this face, the only remnant of her I have left…”
“You have her love, her body, I can think of no greater gift from one lover to another.”
~~~
“Are you not impressed with her, mon amour?”
Persephone carefully watched the subtlety changed program perform her fight, as if it was a dance, pulling weapons from her body, discarding them as fast and using her programmed skills for unarmed combat against the Virus Twins.
All of them dressed in pure white, she stood apart, her hair spiked up similarly to that of a peacock, a small flick of it hanging at the back, her body altered so it appeared more feminine, breasts and hips larger...
This was a cannibalized Agent M; barely anything but the bones remained of the original programming, the Merovingian sucking M’s very essence, as he had also done to her.
She tired of their games, their constant arguing and disputes over the smallest of things. Yes, there had once been love, a long time ago, but now, it lay dead, as hollow as this new program the Frenchman had to toy with.
“So, my dear, how do you find our new program? She is tres bien, non?”
“If it makes you happy to possess one such as her, when you have rare programs enough, then I suppose that your happiness is the only thing that matters.”
Since the end of the War, they, the Merovingians, had been hunted down, brutally murdered by Agents and Zionists alike. All former allegiances dissolved, leaving nothing behind but treachery and murder.
Persephone’s life had been turned upside-down since Smith had fought Neo; she no longer felt the rays of the false sun, or saw anyone except her vain husband and their surviving loyal Merovingians. And their numbers were dwindling rapidly.
She didn’t want to be destroyed like the others, she wanted a refined death, perhaps with her husband; but she doubted that. He had no intention of leaving for The Source, and because of how closely their programs were bound, she had no choice but to remain with him.
But she was beginning to fear him; his disinterest in her was unnatural, he adored to taunt, tease and torment her, and she him. Now he spent all his time with Mnemosyne, teaching her, training her to the perfection he wished all his assosciates to have.
But there was something more to the former agent; a lust to control her, the wild-card the Merovingians trump card against the Machinists, a delicious twist of irony that their once proud jewel had been corrupted by the Merovingian, self-proclaimed leader of all exiles.
This was not enough, been able to proclaim M as his soldier, though. She knew the Merovingian, being with him longer than all had, she could begin to unpick his mind. He wanted her on his arm, he wanted her as his bitch, to flaunt as a sexual conquest, completely at his mercy.
But she knew the Truth; it hung on the wall in the Oracle’s house. The Merovingian had modified her memory to forget what she had seen, but it was there. And she would have to find out what it was.
“Excusez-moi…”
He stood up, brushing past Persephone to embrace the sweating Mnemosyne, bringing her up to their table and pouring her a drink. Persephone was left to her thoughts, seeing beyond the newly created Exile, plotting her vengeance against him.