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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,001
Reviews:
2
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Live To Tell
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 One: The Chance, Again.
I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall
A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, 'till then
It will burn inside of me
Live To Tell: Madonna, the Immaculate Collection
The cataclysmic battle was over; both sides, victor and loser, ascended to their final resting places outside of the Matrix. Or so those who governed the Matrix hoped, prayed and wanted desperately to believe. The unbalanced equation had now, god-willing, been solved, the Matrix functioning as it always had done, without the need to reboot.
Peace, uneasy and stifling, was held between the Machinist and Zionite factions, leaving the Merovingians in an awkward position. Usually the smug go-between, the Frenchman now found himself trapped between two adversaries who could, in theory, defeat him.
M had fallen, Smith had fought the Matrix, and Neo had saved all. Everything the Oracle as prophesised had come into being, all the portents of the Merovingians doom appearing. All but one and she stirred now, the rain pouring.
~~~
Smith welcomed the oblivion, the darkness that overwhelmed him, giving him peace he had never known. The near-schizophrenic cloning, the internal battle, the loss and gain of M….and her sacrifice as he and Neo had become Whole…
But no; it had not gone as he had planned. He had not counted on M ad yet still she has taken his place. He cursed her; he had wanted the solace death provided him, anything to be free of-
The voices, the contradictions all of it…had gone. He was a single minded individual again, he was alive, and he was all alone.
Consciousness overtook him, and he felt cold rain ad hard tarmac, blood on his hands where he had thrown them up to break his fall. Carefully forcing himself up, he winced, wrist collapsing underneath him from his weight. Spitting blood he realised a terrifying truth that dawned slowly, though this did not dim the shock. Constricted around the mid-chest, he felt soft firm breasts press against wet tarmac, a sticky shirt, sopping wet, between skin and rough road. He shivered, legs bare and white, skirt covering little. With tremendous effort, he sat up, tripping as she took the first steps, unused to such garments and the high shoes he wore.
M hadn’t just taken his place; she had forced him into her body. He, all that he had been, at least, was nothing, and she was nothing along with it. Looking skywards, he felt tears run down his face, or rather, M’s face, salty tears touching thin lips, tainting his tongue. Washed up, battered, alone; without purpose. Smith stood, not even in his own form, and with every single being in the Matrix his enemy.
It had all been for nothing; he was nothing.
He fell to his knees, beaten, sobbing, without hope, and prayed to the gods, Deus Ex Machina, anyone, to simply destroy him. Loneliness had been attractive to him once, though he didn’t understand it now.
Now he had nothing; no one to belong to, and no purpose to aspire to.
Others began to awaken from the spell, those absorbed by the Smith Virus released and left lying where they fell. Saati, the child whom Seraph guarded, stirred, a cat lapping her face. Carefully rising, she felt the rain, and she felt her eyes well up. Not wanting the tears to fall, the rain stopped, he girl standing up, skipping forwards happily to where she knew the Oracle would be.
She smiled, seeing the wise old woman was awake, but stopped, realising who she was smiling at. The Bad Lady; the Master Agent M, outwardly but Saati felt that this appearance was a deception. The two women walked towards her, the Oracle’s jacket on the shoulders of the now pitiful Master Agent, eyes and cheeks red from sobbing.
“Saati, this is Agent Smith; or rather, the Whole; Neo and Smith. He’s coming home with us, before the Frenchman finds him.”
And so that was that, Saati accepted the new addition without blinking, forgiving all past transgressions, but not forgetting.
~~~
“I can’t forgive you, you can’t forgive me…we’ve made such a mess of things…”
“We’ll leave; go away together…they’ll never find us…”
“It’s too late…”
~~~
The Merovingian carefully salvaged the deleted and damaged program, placing it into his own pirate systems, safe from the agents and rebels who would mistreat its use again.
He felt a pang of protectiveness for her, the used and abused program, who despite their alliances, he found he had something of a passion for. She defied all who control her, or tried to, she planned for every eventuality. Before her dissent, she had been the very model of perfection for a bride for him, the perfect compliment to his own character.
Persephone was beginning to tire of this world, that much was true. Their idle games of cat and mouse had been passionate once. Now though she saw him as the cold one, she rejected his advances, all but ignored him. But he would give her what she wanted, however much it cost him.
The only problem they had was that their programs were centripetal to each other, the time they’d been together binding them so tightly that should she go, so too did he.
Once upon a time, this almost Shakespearean tragedy of dying together would have been romantic, but now, the bindings were pointless and served no purpose, save to hold him back. This salvaged program was also the only program powerful enough for Persephone’s influence to be replaced satisfactorily; he was a powerful program, and because of inherent problems the Matrix no longer contained all powerful programs because of the trouble caused when they broke down.
So this was his dilemma, and one which had been solved by this discarded program. How ironic she would be the cause of all the future dissentery in the Matrix.
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 One: The Chance, Again.
I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall
A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, 'till then
It will burn inside of me
Live To Tell: Madonna, the Immaculate Collection
The cataclysmic battle was over; both sides, victor and loser, ascended to their final resting places outside of the Matrix. Or so those who governed the Matrix hoped, prayed and wanted desperately to believe. The unbalanced equation had now, god-willing, been solved, the Matrix functioning as it always had done, without the need to reboot.
Peace, uneasy and stifling, was held between the Machinist and Zionite factions, leaving the Merovingians in an awkward position. Usually the smug go-between, the Frenchman now found himself trapped between two adversaries who could, in theory, defeat him.
M had fallen, Smith had fought the Matrix, and Neo had saved all. Everything the Oracle as prophesised had come into being, all the portents of the Merovingians doom appearing. All but one and she stirred now, the rain pouring.
~~~
Smith welcomed the oblivion, the darkness that overwhelmed him, giving him peace he had never known. The near-schizophrenic cloning, the internal battle, the loss and gain of M….and her sacrifice as he and Neo had become Whole…
But no; it had not gone as he had planned. He had not counted on M ad yet still she has taken his place. He cursed her; he had wanted the solace death provided him, anything to be free of-
The voices, the contradictions all of it…had gone. He was a single minded individual again, he was alive, and he was all alone.
Consciousness overtook him, and he felt cold rain ad hard tarmac, blood on his hands where he had thrown them up to break his fall. Carefully forcing himself up, he winced, wrist collapsing underneath him from his weight. Spitting blood he realised a terrifying truth that dawned slowly, though this did not dim the shock. Constricted around the mid-chest, he felt soft firm breasts press against wet tarmac, a sticky shirt, sopping wet, between skin and rough road. He shivered, legs bare and white, skirt covering little. With tremendous effort, he sat up, tripping as she took the first steps, unused to such garments and the high shoes he wore.
M hadn’t just taken his place; she had forced him into her body. He, all that he had been, at least, was nothing, and she was nothing along with it. Looking skywards, he felt tears run down his face, or rather, M’s face, salty tears touching thin lips, tainting his tongue. Washed up, battered, alone; without purpose. Smith stood, not even in his own form, and with every single being in the Matrix his enemy.
It had all been for nothing; he was nothing.
He fell to his knees, beaten, sobbing, without hope, and prayed to the gods, Deus Ex Machina, anyone, to simply destroy him. Loneliness had been attractive to him once, though he didn’t understand it now.
Now he had nothing; no one to belong to, and no purpose to aspire to.
Others began to awaken from the spell, those absorbed by the Smith Virus released and left lying where they fell. Saati, the child whom Seraph guarded, stirred, a cat lapping her face. Carefully rising, she felt the rain, and she felt her eyes well up. Not wanting the tears to fall, the rain stopped, he girl standing up, skipping forwards happily to where she knew the Oracle would be.
She smiled, seeing the wise old woman was awake, but stopped, realising who she was smiling at. The Bad Lady; the Master Agent M, outwardly but Saati felt that this appearance was a deception. The two women walked towards her, the Oracle’s jacket on the shoulders of the now pitiful Master Agent, eyes and cheeks red from sobbing.
“Saati, this is Agent Smith; or rather, the Whole; Neo and Smith. He’s coming home with us, before the Frenchman finds him.”
And so that was that, Saati accepted the new addition without blinking, forgiving all past transgressions, but not forgetting.
~~~
“I can’t forgive you, you can’t forgive me…we’ve made such a mess of things…”
“We’ll leave; go away together…they’ll never find us…”
“It’s too late…”
~~~
The Merovingian carefully salvaged the deleted and damaged program, placing it into his own pirate systems, safe from the agents and rebels who would mistreat its use again.
He felt a pang of protectiveness for her, the used and abused program, who despite their alliances, he found he had something of a passion for. She defied all who control her, or tried to, she planned for every eventuality. Before her dissent, she had been the very model of perfection for a bride for him, the perfect compliment to his own character.
Persephone was beginning to tire of this world, that much was true. Their idle games of cat and mouse had been passionate once. Now though she saw him as the cold one, she rejected his advances, all but ignored him. But he would give her what she wanted, however much it cost him.
The only problem they had was that their programs were centripetal to each other, the time they’d been together binding them so tightly that should she go, so too did he.
Once upon a time, this almost Shakespearean tragedy of dying together would have been romantic, but now, the bindings were pointless and served no purpose, save to hold him back. This salvaged program was also the only program powerful enough for Persephone’s influence to be replaced satisfactorily; he was a powerful program, and because of inherent problems the Matrix no longer contained all powerful programs because of the trouble caused when they broke down.
So this was his dilemma, and one which had been solved by this discarded program. How ironic she would be the cause of all the future dissentery in the Matrix.