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Chapter 2
Title: <b>The Kingdom of Hell
Title: The Kingdom of Hell.
Author: TheRedPony
Rating: R, consensual sex and language.
Feedback: Please and thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any thing else related the films. It is not my world, just my playground.
Story Notes: WIP, The Twins are freed from the Merovingian, only to quite literally find them selves in hell. How will they cope with the real truth of the Matrix? Some time frames have under gone artistic licenses. I am going to say that as the Matrix grows more unstable its time frame is shifting, after all that only makes sense no? J The message from the oracle arrives the day after the death of the key maker, but more time has passed in the real world.
Authors Note: Djoser (Zozer) The First Egyptian king to build a pyramid, designed by Imhotep
You may be a star in your own mind
but you're greatly deluded in my mine
I heard reports that you drink
and you take drugst ost of the time
and that your life is in danger
And that you were involved in a crime
Is it over, is it over will you come home now
-Electronic
***
"It was not right, not fair" he fumed, another shot glass was hurled at the wall and shattered. He couldn’t even enjoy this effect, because nothing was really destroyed, just rearranged until as programmed the would righd fid fix them selves. He hated this place, we hated the twins because of the power they had over him, and most off all he hated Her Lady. "Fucking bitch! She really is the devil. She is worse then my whore of a wife." Another glass shattered, and then he hurled the crystal bottle of Cognac at the wall, amber beads dripping down on to the razor glass. That’s what he wanted, to crush them, to tear those twins apart.
***
"One week is all I need, one week while zhey are still mine." He laughed now, sick and cruel laughter. His face turned dark "And I never even got to fuck them" He scowled
He had been staring at the note for the last five minuets. "Neo?" Trinity’s voice drew his attention back. She was driving the beautiful black sedan through the city.
"Its odd that she should would not have told use about this before."
"She was a program Neo, she never would have guessed you would chose the way you do. It was not her purpose to do so. She generally wanted to help, she only knew that, that the one door spelled the survival of Zion."
He looked up at Trinity, in some ways he was settled by her words, and others disturbed. That same though had been crossing his mind, the hope that she was not truly evil, not like the other machines or programs. Just stuck, forced to think in the laws of this prison.
He read the note again, aloud this time. "sagesse soit mont" It was written in French, but the words were not quite right, they were not fluid, with a bit of creative translating they had come up with "Knowledge is in the mountain."
"Why would she send it in French, and bad French? She has never done this before?" Neo asked, Trinity shifted her self slightly, the action was foreign and did not seem to fit her.
"Perhaps it is a clue, she wants use to think in French. How could knowledge be in the mountain though." Her voice seemed a bit more settled now. She felt like a character from a cheep mystery novel, then she saw Neo’s eyes, they had lit up.
"The château, French and in the mountains! The Merovingian has what we want."
Trinity nearly groaned, the last time they had tried to take something of his, they had just barely got out by the skin of their teeth. Not to mention the hundreds of agents, and the horrendous twin things chasing them. Besides with out a key how would they ever get their.
"We need to get into his computer. If we can hack into to that, we will know were every rouge program in the Matrix is. Those who will be our enemies and those who will help us."
"Its not worth it Neo, we don’t need it, besides we cant hack into it, it has to have some amazingly powerful protection, if he did that with a piece of cake, think of the security he must have on his computer."
"Don’t worry it will be a Piece of Cake." The boy was laughing. He was grinning at his own pun. The boy was young, no older then Mouse had been, but regardless they had taken to travailing with him. He sat beside Morpheus, flipping a knife in his hand that until recently had been an AK 47. That was the reason Fish was here now. When he was still plugged in he was a rather elite hacker. He called his viruses Barracudas, like their name sake they hung in the outskirts often for months not moving. Then in a heart beat they would completely destroy a companies firewalls and anti virus protections. The anti virus programs were made to keep hackers out not to defend them selves. Unlike other virus that slowly corrupted a computers systems, these barracudas erased all traces of them selves and vanished as soon as they appeared. Companies panicked, no one could be sure their wasn’t a silvery fish hiding some were in their systems. It was not Fish’s virus you had to watch out for however, it was other hackers. Companies hit by him never said a word because they feared benign targeted by every hacker around. Inentech had made this mistake, a janitor and part time hacker had over heard that their protection was down. With in hours they had hundreds of hackers in side the companies hard drives. They were so corrupted and riddled with viruses that every thing was deleted, Inentech filed for bankruptcy 5 days later.
Fish had a way with programs, it was nothing like Neo, but he would rewrite things almost constantly. You never knew what outfit he would have on or what would be in his hand. He once changed an agents building to pink just to piss them off. He was foolish, he took risks like that. He could edit files at will, it it was something the crew had grown quite found of. "Neo if you can get me his laptop I can get into it."
Neo looked at Trinity, she has shifted her weight again, obviously not so sure that the knife aka. AK 47 spinning behind her back was not actually going to fire. She noddef anf any one can hack it you can Fish, if you shred the protection on it, Neo should be able to access the data. The only problem is how do we get it. We cant waltz in their and just ask for it. Can we?"
Morpheus nodded "That is just what we are going to do."
Trinity pulled the car over, they had reached the exit. A black limousine drove by the black sedan. It was onyx back, with bands of lime and blood red iridescence on the windows. The Driver was an agent, and he turnes hes head meeting the gaze of Rebels stepping form the car. The long black car pulled over and parked gracefully in front of the black sedan. The air was tense as the drivers door opened. Neo could feel the code coming form him, he was an agent but something was different about him. He felt like Smith but Neo knew he was not. Beside him, Fish’s knife was a rifle once again, although they all new they could not hit him with bullets.
The program steeped out of the door. His black suit was pressed and trim. He looked like any other agent, except for his glasses, they were like the car lime and blood, dancing in a sea of black. Neo noticed immediately he had no ear piece.
"You are unplugged"
The Agent nodded to Neo in reply. "My name is Agent Bryant" his tone was level and smooth like glass, like an anchor on a financial news station, "and your observation is correct Neo." He was taken aback, no agent had ever said his name with out bitterness and hatred, for that mater no agent had ever said that name before. "I have a message from my master"
"Sense when did agents become Western Union workers?" Neo’s voice was cold and threatening but the agent looked him head on seemly unaffected by the jest.
"I do not work for this Western Union you speak of, I work for the Devil in Hell, and I have a message for you" This was stated unblinking. Machines didn’t exaggerate, AI didn’t insult their masters. The Humans looked around at each other obviously confused. Their was no way that agent could have just said what it did. Agents didn’t think beyond what they were told.
"Agent Bryant what is you message?" It was Fish who spoke, only because he was the first to regain his voice.
Bryant turned his gaze from Neo to Fish. "You are the one they call Fish." It was not a question it was a statement. "Your presence here must be noted, my message is this … <I>Do not visit the Merovingian</I>"
Fish looked at him, his voice was mocking and cocky, "That’s it don’t visit Frenchy." Neo put a hand on Fish’s solder to silence him.
"Thank ygentgent Bryant, but you can tell the Devil that we have received his message and will be going any ways. The agent hesitated as if weighing out all the possibilities of this statement. He nodded.
"It was my purpose to deliver this message and to tell you that you have been warned, I was given no orders to force you to follow it." He nodded again and got back in to the black limousine and pulled away.
"Well that was unexpected." Neo turned his gaze from the long black car driving away. "Come on we’ll miss our exit."
***
Agent Bryant spoke to the boy whom he was driving. "They said they will not head the word of our mistress."
Mouse nodded. "I knew they would not, Morpheus follows the advice of the Oracle with out fail, even blindly, but heaven help the person who should give him advice out side of that. It is unfortunate. I would hate to see them die, but we can give them no more advice then this alone. I only pray they do not destroy the twins. Should they, I fear the crew of the Djoser will be quite dead, quite painfully."
"The mainframe will know, and the agents will come."
"Yes The Merovingian knows this. He seeks to destroy the rebels and win the favor of Our Lady. He is a fool, he will die before this week is out be it in the hand of a rebel, an agent, a demon, the twins or Her Lady." Mouse sat back in the butter soft leather seat. "Lets go home Bryant, it has been a rather nasty day."
***
The twins were sitting looking quite pale, in their silver suits on silver chairs in there silver suite. This place was stark and clean with modern lines. So much nicer then the old and dirty lines of the antiques the Merovingian collected. They were playing cards with a silver deck, their was nothing better to do. As much as they completely enjoyed each others company the could honestly only do that so often, even programs had there limits of stamina. Now they were bored. The Merovingian was refusing to give them any work, hell he would not even speak to them. Just to piss her husband off Persephone had made many advances towards them in the last few days. It was always obvious that the Merovingian though of the twins, and never once would they sink to that for him. What they had was for them and not for there perverted French master. They were British and brilliantly so, they had pride.
//We are most board, Two//
//Yes we are One, We could find our selves some humans to mess with//
//We could but last time we went out to do that, we got sun burned. Stupid digital sun//
//We should have though ahead, like us my love// Humor was in Twos tone..
//We could have warned us we would be spending so much time out side. Our skin does not fair well in such a place. We are for the night not the day//
Two smiled, //We love us One, even in our tizzies//
One frowned //We do not through fits//
This was the way their conversatiosualsually went. Thoughts jogged back and forth between them, often nothing grave importance just knowledge that they were together. They hated to be apart. Even different rooms seemed out of the question. The always sat close together, and always slept in each other arms. It was not a conscious thing, it was just something they did. It was what they do.
***
The Merovingian smiled again, sitting in his now nearly destroyed office. He drummed his perfectly manicured fingers on the desk. If this plan worked, he would never bitch about the agents again.
*********
Won't you come home now
won't you come home now
won't you come
won't you come
won't you come home
-Electronic
Next chapter should have the fight seen some were in it. I am guessing that their will be lots of Agents, The crew will see Mouse again YEAH! Oh and did I mention Their should be at least 300,000 some odd Smiths eventually. I love you Smith *hugs*, Well maybe not in the next chapter. Also we learn a whole lot moe about the Devil. Is she really as big a bitch as M. says she is? I hope not lol. Review, no corrections on time frames please.
Title: The Kingdom of Hell.
Author: TheRedPony
Rating: R, consensual sex and language.
Feedback: Please and thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any thing else related the films. It is not my world, just my playground.
Story Notes: WIP, The Twins are freed from the Merovingian, only to quite literally find them selves in hell. How will they cope with the real truth of the Matrix? Some time frames have under gone artistic licenses. I am going to say that as the Matrix grows more unstable its time frame is shifting, after all that only makes sense no? J The message from the oracle arrives the day after the death of the key maker, but more time has passed in the real world.
Authors Note: Djoser (Zozer) The First Egyptian king to build a pyramid, designed by Imhotep
You may be a star in your own mind
but you're greatly deluded in my mine
I heard reports that you drink
and you take drugst ost of the time
and that your life is in danger
And that you were involved in a crime
Is it over, is it over will you come home now
-Electronic
***
"It was not right, not fair" he fumed, another shot glass was hurled at the wall and shattered. He couldn’t even enjoy this effect, because nothing was really destroyed, just rearranged until as programmed the would righd fid fix them selves. He hated this place, we hated the twins because of the power they had over him, and most off all he hated Her Lady. "Fucking bitch! She really is the devil. She is worse then my whore of a wife." Another glass shattered, and then he hurled the crystal bottle of Cognac at the wall, amber beads dripping down on to the razor glass. That’s what he wanted, to crush them, to tear those twins apart.
***
"One week is all I need, one week while zhey are still mine." He laughed now, sick and cruel laughter. His face turned dark "And I never even got to fuck them" He scowled
He had been staring at the note for the last five minuets. "Neo?" Trinity’s voice drew his attention back. She was driving the beautiful black sedan through the city.
"Its odd that she should would not have told use about this before."
"She was a program Neo, she never would have guessed you would chose the way you do. It was not her purpose to do so. She generally wanted to help, she only knew that, that the one door spelled the survival of Zion."
He looked up at Trinity, in some ways he was settled by her words, and others disturbed. That same though had been crossing his mind, the hope that she was not truly evil, not like the other machines or programs. Just stuck, forced to think in the laws of this prison.
He read the note again, aloud this time. "sagesse soit mont" It was written in French, but the words were not quite right, they were not fluid, with a bit of creative translating they had come up with "Knowledge is in the mountain."
"Why would she send it in French, and bad French? She has never done this before?" Neo asked, Trinity shifted her self slightly, the action was foreign and did not seem to fit her.
"Perhaps it is a clue, she wants use to think in French. How could knowledge be in the mountain though." Her voice seemed a bit more settled now. She felt like a character from a cheep mystery novel, then she saw Neo’s eyes, they had lit up.
"The château, French and in the mountains! The Merovingian has what we want."
Trinity nearly groaned, the last time they had tried to take something of his, they had just barely got out by the skin of their teeth. Not to mention the hundreds of agents, and the horrendous twin things chasing them. Besides with out a key how would they ever get their.
"We need to get into his computer. If we can hack into to that, we will know were every rouge program in the Matrix is. Those who will be our enemies and those who will help us."
"Its not worth it Neo, we don’t need it, besides we cant hack into it, it has to have some amazingly powerful protection, if he did that with a piece of cake, think of the security he must have on his computer."
"Don’t worry it will be a Piece of Cake." The boy was laughing. He was grinning at his own pun. The boy was young, no older then Mouse had been, but regardless they had taken to travailing with him. He sat beside Morpheus, flipping a knife in his hand that until recently had been an AK 47. That was the reason Fish was here now. When he was still plugged in he was a rather elite hacker. He called his viruses Barracudas, like their name sake they hung in the outskirts often for months not moving. Then in a heart beat they would completely destroy a companies firewalls and anti virus protections. The anti virus programs were made to keep hackers out not to defend them selves. Unlike other virus that slowly corrupted a computers systems, these barracudas erased all traces of them selves and vanished as soon as they appeared. Companies panicked, no one could be sure their wasn’t a silvery fish hiding some were in their systems. It was not Fish’s virus you had to watch out for however, it was other hackers. Companies hit by him never said a word because they feared benign targeted by every hacker around. Inentech had made this mistake, a janitor and part time hacker had over heard that their protection was down. With in hours they had hundreds of hackers in side the companies hard drives. They were so corrupted and riddled with viruses that every thing was deleted, Inentech filed for bankruptcy 5 days later.
Fish had a way with programs, it was nothing like Neo, but he would rewrite things almost constantly. You never knew what outfit he would have on or what would be in his hand. He once changed an agents building to pink just to piss them off. He was foolish, he took risks like that. He could edit files at will, it it was something the crew had grown quite found of. "Neo if you can get me his laptop I can get into it."
Neo looked at Trinity, she has shifted her weight again, obviously not so sure that the knife aka. AK 47 spinning behind her back was not actually going to fire. She noddef anf any one can hack it you can Fish, if you shred the protection on it, Neo should be able to access the data. The only problem is how do we get it. We cant waltz in their and just ask for it. Can we?"
Morpheus nodded "That is just what we are going to do."
Trinity pulled the car over, they had reached the exit. A black limousine drove by the black sedan. It was onyx back, with bands of lime and blood red iridescence on the windows. The Driver was an agent, and he turnes hes head meeting the gaze of Rebels stepping form the car. The long black car pulled over and parked gracefully in front of the black sedan. The air was tense as the drivers door opened. Neo could feel the code coming form him, he was an agent but something was different about him. He felt like Smith but Neo knew he was not. Beside him, Fish’s knife was a rifle once again, although they all new they could not hit him with bullets.
The program steeped out of the door. His black suit was pressed and trim. He looked like any other agent, except for his glasses, they were like the car lime and blood, dancing in a sea of black. Neo noticed immediately he had no ear piece.
"You are unplugged"
The Agent nodded to Neo in reply. "My name is Agent Bryant" his tone was level and smooth like glass, like an anchor on a financial news station, "and your observation is correct Neo." He was taken aback, no agent had ever said his name with out bitterness and hatred, for that mater no agent had ever said that name before. "I have a message from my master"
"Sense when did agents become Western Union workers?" Neo’s voice was cold and threatening but the agent looked him head on seemly unaffected by the jest.
"I do not work for this Western Union you speak of, I work for the Devil in Hell, and I have a message for you" This was stated unblinking. Machines didn’t exaggerate, AI didn’t insult their masters. The Humans looked around at each other obviously confused. Their was no way that agent could have just said what it did. Agents didn’t think beyond what they were told.
"Agent Bryant what is you message?" It was Fish who spoke, only because he was the first to regain his voice.
Bryant turned his gaze from Neo to Fish. "You are the one they call Fish." It was not a question it was a statement. "Your presence here must be noted, my message is this … <I>Do not visit the Merovingian</I>"
Fish looked at him, his voice was mocking and cocky, "That’s it don’t visit Frenchy." Neo put a hand on Fish’s solder to silence him.
"Thank ygentgent Bryant, but you can tell the Devil that we have received his message and will be going any ways. The agent hesitated as if weighing out all the possibilities of this statement. He nodded.
"It was my purpose to deliver this message and to tell you that you have been warned, I was given no orders to force you to follow it." He nodded again and got back in to the black limousine and pulled away.
"Well that was unexpected." Neo turned his gaze from the long black car driving away. "Come on we’ll miss our exit."
***
Agent Bryant spoke to the boy whom he was driving. "They said they will not head the word of our mistress."
Mouse nodded. "I knew they would not, Morpheus follows the advice of the Oracle with out fail, even blindly, but heaven help the person who should give him advice out side of that. It is unfortunate. I would hate to see them die, but we can give them no more advice then this alone. I only pray they do not destroy the twins. Should they, I fear the crew of the Djoser will be quite dead, quite painfully."
"The mainframe will know, and the agents will come."
"Yes The Merovingian knows this. He seeks to destroy the rebels and win the favor of Our Lady. He is a fool, he will die before this week is out be it in the hand of a rebel, an agent, a demon, the twins or Her Lady." Mouse sat back in the butter soft leather seat. "Lets go home Bryant, it has been a rather nasty day."
***
The twins were sitting looking quite pale, in their silver suits on silver chairs in there silver suite. This place was stark and clean with modern lines. So much nicer then the old and dirty lines of the antiques the Merovingian collected. They were playing cards with a silver deck, their was nothing better to do. As much as they completely enjoyed each others company the could honestly only do that so often, even programs had there limits of stamina. Now they were bored. The Merovingian was refusing to give them any work, hell he would not even speak to them. Just to piss her husband off Persephone had made many advances towards them in the last few days. It was always obvious that the Merovingian though of the twins, and never once would they sink to that for him. What they had was for them and not for there perverted French master. They were British and brilliantly so, they had pride.
//We are most board, Two//
//Yes we are One, We could find our selves some humans to mess with//
//We could but last time we went out to do that, we got sun burned. Stupid digital sun//
//We should have though ahead, like us my love// Humor was in Twos tone..
//We could have warned us we would be spending so much time out side. Our skin does not fair well in such a place. We are for the night not the day//
Two smiled, //We love us One, even in our tizzies//
One frowned //We do not through fits//
This was the way their conversatiosualsually went. Thoughts jogged back and forth between them, often nothing grave importance just knowledge that they were together. They hated to be apart. Even different rooms seemed out of the question. The always sat close together, and always slept in each other arms. It was not a conscious thing, it was just something they did. It was what they do.
***
The Merovingian smiled again, sitting in his now nearly destroyed office. He drummed his perfectly manicured fingers on the desk. If this plan worked, he would never bitch about the agents again.
*********
Won't you come home now
won't you come home now
won't you come
won't you come
won't you come home
-Electronic
Next chapter should have the fight seen some were in it. I am guessing that their will be lots of Agents, The crew will see Mouse again YEAH! Oh and did I mention Their should be at least 300,000 some odd Smiths eventually. I love you Smith *hugs*, Well maybe not in the next chapter. Also we learn a whole lot moe about the Devil. Is she really as big a bitch as M. says she is? I hope not lol. Review, no corrections on time frames please.