Live To Tell
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,004
Reviews:
2
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Secrets Told
Title: Live To Tell
Author: FloweringWolfsbane and ArwenMGranger
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. Helena belongs to SelinaEnriquez, and Agent Lewis Belongs to AlexandraParis. Borrowed with permission.
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!
Chapter 3: Secrets Told
The Oracle smiled when Smith entered the kitchen, eyes red and sore from crying, Saati carefullyleft the room, not wanting to distract or hurt the program anymore.
“Well now, look at you. When you first met me, you were such a skittery thing! Who’d have thought.” She shook her head, reaching forward to light a cigarette. “Who’d have thought you’d have caused the Matrix Revolution?”
He didn’t speak, merely sat down, his eyes fixed on the cookies on the table. They were always there; why were the damn things always there?
“Choice, Smith. They represent choice, the one before you, and the ones behind you. It is these things that make up a being, human or program, the ability to realise the choice. But you, you’re different. You have to understand the choice to see beyond them, to be able to prophesise. It was different before, I had experienced the appearance of the One several times, I could understand the choices we both made. But now, now I can only draw from experience and make educated guesses.”
He looked at her with M’s eyes, dark eye piercing through wise brown eyes, trying to see beyond the glowing code, trying to see what she really was. She was not a machine, no, she held too much humanity within her, too much understanding.
“But I must change this physical form; you understand, I cannot have you running around as M. It’ll put you in an incredible amount of danger.” She reached forward and placed her hands on Smith’s head, a warmth spreading throughout him…he closed his eyes, feeling his body changing…
He looked down at his hands; thicker fingers, wider knuckles and wisps of hair on the back of his hand…hands touched his face, he had his nose, his own lips and eyebrows…
“I’m…me?”
The Oracle paused, and shook her head.
“No. You’re you, but you’re also Neo. You are the Whole; you are the equation Balanced. But you are dangerous to the Agents; whilst the Architect does not wish for you to be destroyed, all Agents will kill you; you have no place in their programming, and what threatens them they will destroy.”
He looked at her and held her gaze, his own eyes back, sharp blue to her own. The reality of the situation was sinking in; he was not only alone, he was on the run, with no prospects for making allies…
A door knock interrupted their conversation, and the door opened. Seconds later, an unknown program walked in.
But she wasn’t unknown. Th more he saw of her, the more he recognised her, the strong his feelings grew…
She was tall for a woman, taller than M had been; long, flowing brown hair, a coffee complexion and brilliant eyes. Slim yet femininely curved, she wore a simple black dress,it simplicity accentuanting her beautifully. It was Helena; he knew in the insant his eyes met hers.
It was love .
~~~
Her glass was refilled her eyes failing on the piece of cake placed before her, the server backing away into the shadows. Candlelight illuminated the room, breathing surreal life into the surroundings, sumptuous colours and hues glowing with a pleasing aura that ebbed and flowed like her very own emotions. Dressed in white silk, her creamy skin looked as if it would glow in the pitch darkness, lips glowing a dusky pink.
This reflection of herself, she saw in the glasses, the candlesticks, almost every surface seemed to reflect her, making the surrealism all the more profound. She lifted her eyes to gaze at her partner, and found his intent eyes upon her. For a moment, something passed between them, not words or actions, but…something. They both felt it.
“Mnemosyne, you are on fire tonight; glowing with love and beauty. You are ravishing.” Yes, that was her name, Mnemosyne. She could never forget the M, the very first letter. Suddenly everything around her felt familiar, her appearance, her partner
“Thank you, Francois, your words flatter me.” Taking up the fork in her long fingers, she broke a piece from the cake, and carefully ate it, tasting the tick dark chocolate, relishing the sensation it gave her.
The Merovingian smiled; the modifications had worked perfectly, M was totally under his thumb. Watching the cake take its toll on her body, he could almost hear the drumming of her heart, a hear that beat only for him.
Watching her eat that cake, it occurred to him how alike it seemed to making love; the more aroused she became, the more of her mouth he saw, her tongue darting out from between her lips, eyes half lidded… Oh, the ecstasy of watching her, so close after so many years of desiring a true equal, not merely the disinterest of Persephone…
“My dear, how would you feel about retiring now?” she paused, a final piece of cake on her fork, and smiled in response. Leaning forward, she spooned it into his mouth, aware of its latent abilities. He took the silver instrument from her, and laid it down, taking her hand to his mouth and kissing it, drawing her closer.
“And so we take the game up a level?” She asked, feeling his lips bear down on hers, insistent kisses returned with equal ardour. His hands felt her softly feathered hair, and he pressed her close, appreciating the warmth of her.
“This is no game, Persephone will be…indisposed soon. You are power; you are what I want, need and crave.”
She moaned gently at this, and once again their lips met, their passion colliding forcefully in a haze of voiced pleasure.
~~~
The image of M flashed up on the small screen, ghostly light illuminating the face of Agent Lewis, a small smirk on her face as her eyes scanned the data. Mnemosyne and the Merovingian wrapped around each other, stolen kisses and caresses….
Her Agents has done well, managing to track the elusive woman cum virus. They’d done so well they’d even gotten images of their most intimate encounters. But she’d admire those pictures later, when her appraisal of the other data had been absorbed into her mind.
She was the Master Agent now; Master Agent Lewis, controlling all the agents of the Matrix, the third to try to fill the empty space that M had left. No one had yet succeeded in lasting more than 3 human months. And so she was getting desperate, nearing the end of her second month, to avoid deletion.
The Master Agent M was infamous; Lewis’s own program was based loosely on M’s, as was every single new agent since Smith’s dissention. M’s power and speed had not been matched in the Matrix yet, and her authority and skill at commanding her agents had been efficient and precise. Lewis had found herself attracted to this untouchable Agent, who had shunned the system for the pleasure of her Agents bodies. A pattern she herself has descended to with Jackson and Thompson.
But no, it was M she wanted now; her devotion and hatred was intermingled with little definition any longer. The agents were powerful but M was the supreme challenge.
How she looked forward to the fight and the triumph, and the prize of stolen pleasure at the end, the splattering of warm blood as she dealt the final death blow to M.
~~~
Author: FloweringWolfsbane and ArwenMGranger
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. Helena belongs to SelinaEnriquez, and Agent Lewis Belongs to AlexandraParis. Borrowed with permission.
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!
Chapter 3: Secrets Told
The Oracle smiled when Smith entered the kitchen, eyes red and sore from crying, Saati carefullyleft the room, not wanting to distract or hurt the program anymore.
“Well now, look at you. When you first met me, you were such a skittery thing! Who’d have thought.” She shook her head, reaching forward to light a cigarette. “Who’d have thought you’d have caused the Matrix Revolution?”
He didn’t speak, merely sat down, his eyes fixed on the cookies on the table. They were always there; why were the damn things always there?
“Choice, Smith. They represent choice, the one before you, and the ones behind you. It is these things that make up a being, human or program, the ability to realise the choice. But you, you’re different. You have to understand the choice to see beyond them, to be able to prophesise. It was different before, I had experienced the appearance of the One several times, I could understand the choices we both made. But now, now I can only draw from experience and make educated guesses.”
He looked at her with M’s eyes, dark eye piercing through wise brown eyes, trying to see beyond the glowing code, trying to see what she really was. She was not a machine, no, she held too much humanity within her, too much understanding.
“But I must change this physical form; you understand, I cannot have you running around as M. It’ll put you in an incredible amount of danger.” She reached forward and placed her hands on Smith’s head, a warmth spreading throughout him…he closed his eyes, feeling his body changing…
He looked down at his hands; thicker fingers, wider knuckles and wisps of hair on the back of his hand…hands touched his face, he had his nose, his own lips and eyebrows…
“I’m…me?”
The Oracle paused, and shook her head.
“No. You’re you, but you’re also Neo. You are the Whole; you are the equation Balanced. But you are dangerous to the Agents; whilst the Architect does not wish for you to be destroyed, all Agents will kill you; you have no place in their programming, and what threatens them they will destroy.”
He looked at her and held her gaze, his own eyes back, sharp blue to her own. The reality of the situation was sinking in; he was not only alone, he was on the run, with no prospects for making allies…
A door knock interrupted their conversation, and the door opened. Seconds later, an unknown program walked in.
But she wasn’t unknown. Th more he saw of her, the more he recognised her, the strong his feelings grew…
She was tall for a woman, taller than M had been; long, flowing brown hair, a coffee complexion and brilliant eyes. Slim yet femininely curved, she wore a simple black dress,it simplicity accentuanting her beautifully. It was Helena; he knew in the insant his eyes met hers.
It was love .
~~~
Her glass was refilled her eyes failing on the piece of cake placed before her, the server backing away into the shadows. Candlelight illuminated the room, breathing surreal life into the surroundings, sumptuous colours and hues glowing with a pleasing aura that ebbed and flowed like her very own emotions. Dressed in white silk, her creamy skin looked as if it would glow in the pitch darkness, lips glowing a dusky pink.
This reflection of herself, she saw in the glasses, the candlesticks, almost every surface seemed to reflect her, making the surrealism all the more profound. She lifted her eyes to gaze at her partner, and found his intent eyes upon her. For a moment, something passed between them, not words or actions, but…something. They both felt it.
“Mnemosyne, you are on fire tonight; glowing with love and beauty. You are ravishing.” Yes, that was her name, Mnemosyne. She could never forget the M, the very first letter. Suddenly everything around her felt familiar, her appearance, her partner
“Thank you, Francois, your words flatter me.” Taking up the fork in her long fingers, she broke a piece from the cake, and carefully ate it, tasting the tick dark chocolate, relishing the sensation it gave her.
The Merovingian smiled; the modifications had worked perfectly, M was totally under his thumb. Watching the cake take its toll on her body, he could almost hear the drumming of her heart, a hear that beat only for him.
Watching her eat that cake, it occurred to him how alike it seemed to making love; the more aroused she became, the more of her mouth he saw, her tongue darting out from between her lips, eyes half lidded… Oh, the ecstasy of watching her, so close after so many years of desiring a true equal, not merely the disinterest of Persephone…
“My dear, how would you feel about retiring now?” she paused, a final piece of cake on her fork, and smiled in response. Leaning forward, she spooned it into his mouth, aware of its latent abilities. He took the silver instrument from her, and laid it down, taking her hand to his mouth and kissing it, drawing her closer.
“And so we take the game up a level?” She asked, feeling his lips bear down on hers, insistent kisses returned with equal ardour. His hands felt her softly feathered hair, and he pressed her close, appreciating the warmth of her.
“This is no game, Persephone will be…indisposed soon. You are power; you are what I want, need and crave.”
She moaned gently at this, and once again their lips met, their passion colliding forcefully in a haze of voiced pleasure.
~~~
The image of M flashed up on the small screen, ghostly light illuminating the face of Agent Lewis, a small smirk on her face as her eyes scanned the data. Mnemosyne and the Merovingian wrapped around each other, stolen kisses and caresses….
Her Agents has done well, managing to track the elusive woman cum virus. They’d done so well they’d even gotten images of their most intimate encounters. But she’d admire those pictures later, when her appraisal of the other data had been absorbed into her mind.
She was the Master Agent now; Master Agent Lewis, controlling all the agents of the Matrix, the third to try to fill the empty space that M had left. No one had yet succeeded in lasting more than 3 human months. And so she was getting desperate, nearing the end of her second month, to avoid deletion.
The Master Agent M was infamous; Lewis’s own program was based loosely on M’s, as was every single new agent since Smith’s dissention. M’s power and speed had not been matched in the Matrix yet, and her authority and skill at commanding her agents had been efficient and precise. Lewis had found herself attracted to this untouchable Agent, who had shunned the system for the pleasure of her Agents bodies. A pattern she herself has descended to with Jackson and Thompson.
But no, it was M she wanted now; her devotion and hatred was intermingled with little definition any longer. The agents were powerful but M was the supreme challenge.
How she looked forward to the fight and the triumph, and the prize of stolen pleasure at the end, the splattering of warm blood as she dealt the final death blow to M.
~~~