The Kingdom of Hell
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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2,002
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4
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
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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 realth oth of the Matrix? Some time frames have under gone artistic licenses.
Money
sex & thought control
A generation without soul
Perfect people
In a perfect world
Behind closed doors
All in control
Life in a world of luxury
Cold cash money mentality
-Real McCoy
***
The twins sat on the white couch in their silver suits, were they had been instructed to wait for the contact named Mouse. The hadn't actually met him, but they were sure that this must be the boy who had been so skilled at infuriating the Merovingian.
//It doesn't mater whom he his as long as he takes us away from here.//
They both nodded in response to this, and One stroked his lovers hair possessively.
Their was a short rasp of a knock at their door, and botoodtood. One crossed to the door to let the boy in, he was revered and fearful he she same instant, and he looked like a man who was crossing to great the Pope. Slowly the door opened, and Mouse's ginning face beamed in the French blue of the hallway. The boy looked at One and smiled as he stepped into the room. He nodded to Two as well.
"Well come on then, she's waiting in to meet you."
Mouse led the twins out the door, and into the hallway. Before them stood a quite peculiar site.
A young girl, no older the twenty stood in the hallway. She was elegant but simple, the kind of girl that made your head turn but you could never quite remember the face. She was rather plainly dressed considering she was the creature coming to free them form such a hell as this. Of course they were going to Hell, which was an even odder sort of irony. Her black coat was crisp and pressed but worn unbuttoned, another intriguing juxtapose. Beneath she had a deep red shirt, with a low cut collar, and breezy black slacks. More so, it was pleasantly puzzling that a creaturet det demanded so much respect from program and machine a like seemed so short. She was not resoundingly small but still only stood no taller then 5'6"; it was the four agents standing next to her that really made her seem so delicate. They were all over 6'3", at least and all of them with identical suits, and the same iridescent glasses that Mouse wore. They looked like Agents, even had the same arrogant scowl but they had a mannerism not standard to Agents, not at all. They stood mostly obviously Her guardians, Agents guarded no one but the Mainframe, or so they had thought.
Her shoes were meticulously polished black patent leather boots, the toes has silver spurs that curved slightly inward. They were the same spurs that Mouse wore on his shoes, only a more feminine curve set them apart. They were shaped perfectly to latch under the jaw bone. It was how all the demons favored to fight, not with their hand or their guns but with their feet. It was simple enough for them to jump to the level of someone's chest, step into them with one spurred toe into their sternum, then the second coming to latch under the victims jaw. One good wrench and the neck was broken, all of it completed in a heart beat
She smiled sweetly at them and nodded her head. "Hello boys, my name is Lady L and you may call me as such until we find a suitable position for you" Beside her stood an elegantly pale dog. It was lemon spotDalmDalmatian with perfect build and elegantly turned ears. Its eyes were icy blue with scarlet retinas. The dogs make was perfect but its color could have been considered a grudging flaw, it seemed to stick out as much as the twins did.
The twins hesitated then nodded back to her. Every thing was moving way too sudden, here they had waited for this moment for over a week, and now that it was here it seemed to be almost chaotic in its overstated simplicity. Was it actually going to be this easy just to walk out of the Merovingian's reach.
The dog cocked its head and looked at the double doors to its left with great interest.
"What room is that" L asked her breath hushed and strained.
"It is the ball room, Lady L" One spoke and locked at her curiously. Why was she so concerned over a dog?
She raised her hands slightly then stepped back the Agents around her followed suit. They seemed to close a half circle ben hen her and the door, and the dog bared its teeth and slinked to her side. Against the pale white of its skin, its white teeth seemed even move vivid. Like daggers of ice set locked in a field of bloody snow. Its hide picked up and its adopted a heady defensive stance.
The twins also stepped back unsure of what to do, something was wrong they just didn't know what.
Mouse drew out his Desert Eagle from his jacket, he carried the same weapon as the Agents, what a curios thing. He stepped forward and opened the door the door to the overly opulent ball room.
"Oh my God. Mouse?" The twins caught their breath, it was her he was in that room. The woman of the One, Trinity. Shit! That meant he was here too.
//This is blimy well not going to be fun//
//No it is not//
**
I really ought to beat my self really I should. Here I am telling I am going to have Agents, making cute promises. Teasing you with Trinities repetition of the same obnoxious fraise. And look at this a terrible cliff hanger. Well Well, at least I might be able to keep one more person reading. And heck this chapter is going up like 10 minutes after chapter 5 and that’s cool right? Honestly though there is no were I can go know with out the Agents so HURA! My promise is shot, but really I did have Agents written in on this page, but I decided that if I left them in this chapter is would be like 2000 lines long and honesty who wants that much reading with out clicking the a button. Ohhh Button! Beside Smith o my Desk top is glaring at me and aiming his Desert Eagle saying "CHAPTER DAMMIT!" And who am I to argue with sexy Smith?
Enough of my random rambles, big thanks and a hug to Eyana, I'm updating cause you asked lol. Thanks for the compliment, I work very hard on my metaphors, I think they create more character depth then a 15 page essay on their mannerism could ever do. I love that White Ice on bloody snow thing, that tickles my fancy. You are right I do need a beta, my spelling honesty is terrible, and right now my computer is set up on a tiny desk so my keyboard is not lined up with the monitor, I cant even see what I am typing lol. In interest of speed and keeping my muse to the grind I have opted to go with out one for the moment, but I will have the whole think edited before I consider it done, done.
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 realth oth of the Matrix? Some time frames have under gone artistic licenses.
Money
sex & thought control
A generation without soul
Perfect people
In a perfect world
Behind closed doors
All in control
Life in a world of luxury
Cold cash money mentality
-Real McCoy
***
The twins sat on the white couch in their silver suits, were they had been instructed to wait for the contact named Mouse. The hadn't actually met him, but they were sure that this must be the boy who had been so skilled at infuriating the Merovingian.
//It doesn't mater whom he his as long as he takes us away from here.//
They both nodded in response to this, and One stroked his lovers hair possessively.
Their was a short rasp of a knock at their door, and botoodtood. One crossed to the door to let the boy in, he was revered and fearful he she same instant, and he looked like a man who was crossing to great the Pope. Slowly the door opened, and Mouse's ginning face beamed in the French blue of the hallway. The boy looked at One and smiled as he stepped into the room. He nodded to Two as well.
"Well come on then, she's waiting in to meet you."
Mouse led the twins out the door, and into the hallway. Before them stood a quite peculiar site.
A young girl, no older the twenty stood in the hallway. She was elegant but simple, the kind of girl that made your head turn but you could never quite remember the face. She was rather plainly dressed considering she was the creature coming to free them form such a hell as this. Of course they were going to Hell, which was an even odder sort of irony. Her black coat was crisp and pressed but worn unbuttoned, another intriguing juxtapose. Beneath she had a deep red shirt, with a low cut collar, and breezy black slacks. More so, it was pleasantly puzzling that a creaturet det demanded so much respect from program and machine a like seemed so short. She was not resoundingly small but still only stood no taller then 5'6"; it was the four agents standing next to her that really made her seem so delicate. They were all over 6'3", at least and all of them with identical suits, and the same iridescent glasses that Mouse wore. They looked like Agents, even had the same arrogant scowl but they had a mannerism not standard to Agents, not at all. They stood mostly obviously Her guardians, Agents guarded no one but the Mainframe, or so they had thought.
Her shoes were meticulously polished black patent leather boots, the toes has silver spurs that curved slightly inward. They were the same spurs that Mouse wore on his shoes, only a more feminine curve set them apart. They were shaped perfectly to latch under the jaw bone. It was how all the demons favored to fight, not with their hand or their guns but with their feet. It was simple enough for them to jump to the level of someone's chest, step into them with one spurred toe into their sternum, then the second coming to latch under the victims jaw. One good wrench and the neck was broken, all of it completed in a heart beat
She smiled sweetly at them and nodded her head. "Hello boys, my name is Lady L and you may call me as such until we find a suitable position for you" Beside her stood an elegantly pale dog. It was lemon spotDalmDalmatian with perfect build and elegantly turned ears. Its eyes were icy blue with scarlet retinas. The dogs make was perfect but its color could have been considered a grudging flaw, it seemed to stick out as much as the twins did.
The twins hesitated then nodded back to her. Every thing was moving way too sudden, here they had waited for this moment for over a week, and now that it was here it seemed to be almost chaotic in its overstated simplicity. Was it actually going to be this easy just to walk out of the Merovingian's reach.
The dog cocked its head and looked at the double doors to its left with great interest.
"What room is that" L asked her breath hushed and strained.
"It is the ball room, Lady L" One spoke and locked at her curiously. Why was she so concerned over a dog?
She raised her hands slightly then stepped back the Agents around her followed suit. They seemed to close a half circle ben hen her and the door, and the dog bared its teeth and slinked to her side. Against the pale white of its skin, its white teeth seemed even move vivid. Like daggers of ice set locked in a field of bloody snow. Its hide picked up and its adopted a heady defensive stance.
The twins also stepped back unsure of what to do, something was wrong they just didn't know what.
Mouse drew out his Desert Eagle from his jacket, he carried the same weapon as the Agents, what a curios thing. He stepped forward and opened the door the door to the overly opulent ball room.
"Oh my God. Mouse?" The twins caught their breath, it was her he was in that room. The woman of the One, Trinity. Shit! That meant he was here too.
//This is blimy well not going to be fun//
//No it is not//
**
I really ought to beat my self really I should. Here I am telling I am going to have Agents, making cute promises. Teasing you with Trinities repetition of the same obnoxious fraise. And look at this a terrible cliff hanger. Well Well, at least I might be able to keep one more person reading. And heck this chapter is going up like 10 minutes after chapter 5 and that’s cool right? Honestly though there is no were I can go know with out the Agents so HURA! My promise is shot, but really I did have Agents written in on this page, but I decided that if I left them in this chapter is would be like 2000 lines long and honesty who wants that much reading with out clicking the a button. Ohhh Button! Beside Smith o my Desk top is glaring at me and aiming his Desert Eagle saying "CHAPTER DAMMIT!" And who am I to argue with sexy Smith?
Enough of my random rambles, big thanks and a hug to Eyana, I'm updating cause you asked lol. Thanks for the compliment, I work very hard on my metaphors, I think they create more character depth then a 15 page essay on their mannerism could ever do. I love that White Ice on bloody snow thing, that tickles my fancy. You are right I do need a beta, my spelling honesty is terrible, and right now my computer is set up on a tiny desk so my keyboard is not lined up with the monitor, I cant even see what I am typing lol. In interest of speed and keeping my muse to the grind I have opted to go with out one for the moment, but I will have the whole think edited before I consider it done, done.