Fanfiction: Apocalyptica (Series: Part One & Two)
Fandom: A Matrix/Underworld Crossover (Yeah, who'd figure?)
Characters: Amelia, Trinity, The Merovingian
*This story does not impact Amelia or Trinity’s timeline in Tenebrae Nostro.*
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The blow sent both woman tumbling off the skyscraper in a heap of latex, leather and limbs.
“The Merovingian sends his humblest regards.” Straddling the other, Amelia had the momentum needed to slam her fist into Trinity’s face. The bridge of the rebel’s nose shattered under the pressure and blood trickled down her chin like chocolate on a nonexistent hot fudge sundae. Struggling against the vampires dead weight, Trinity’s blue eyes, reminiscent of a sky that never was, looked down to see the unforgiving cement ground rush up to meet them.
“Heard you were his new bitch.” She grunted through clenched teeth while tugging the trigger of the mini-Uzi. The shower bit through Amelia’s leathers and bounced through her stomach. Gasping, the pain forced her to let the red pill rebel go. Twisting like sleek black cats in the air both women landed on their feet. The grey cement groaned in protest and was thrown into the air around them. Chrome and glass buildings bucked and bent as the shock wave passed through and back toward the women in a tsunami of broken glass.
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For her Tenebrae Nostro storyline (tenebrae_nostro)
Trinity’s fingers flew through her black hair hair as a slow sigh hissed from between her parted lips. The cold cement pillar cooled her forehead as she leaned her forehead against it while her hand furled into a fist and crushed the photograph in her hands before she realized what she was doing. Misery seeped through every cell in her body and she squeezed her eyes against the emptiness. God, she missed him.
Her eyes opened slowly and only reflected deep anguish behind a lost soul. Straightening out the photograph almost obsessively, she peered at his face. Neo. Taping the grainy old photograph from a security camera to the cement pillar of the warehouse she was occupying, Trinity’s eyes slowly danced over every detail. Resting her head next to it, her fingers brushed over his handsome face.
“Come back. Please come back.” She spoke softly to it like someone pleading with a lover who had left. It was not far from the truth. Soft fingertips which traced the outlines of the picture slowly gave way to nails digging into the cement as she clawed at it and bloodied her nails. Her brows furrowed as her face became harder. “Come.Back.” Her fist pounded lightly against the wall with each word as if of its own accord.
Her other gun-clad hand flew up and stuck the pillar with the butt of the handle. The barrel of the tilted gun scraped down against the grainy cement, passed the other chips in the pillar where her bullets had missed the photo. The Bishop also didn’t like the fact that she had missed him. It was unacceptable. Yet, in a few more hours the programming would be so entrenched that it wouldn’t matter. Her blue eyes remained glued on Neo as she took slow steps back. Suddenly, the sound of bullets whizzing through the air echoed throughout the warehouse. The slide plowed back again and again in its passionate surrender until the clip was empty. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily, taking in the cheap perfume of warm metal, ash and debris.
Burnt pieces of photo paper floated in the air before falling to the dusty ground. Even before the dust settled one could see her satisfied smile. He would triumph over Smith again. He would. He had to. Trinity had to see him again. Otherwise she had no purpose. Other than killing Morpheus, of course. But that was supposed to be a two for one anyway.
“Come back. I don't want to miss you anymore."
Continuation of her storyline in tenebrae_nostro
“Get off me! Get the FUCK off me!” Nebula’s yells could be heard echoing throughout the metallic halls of a subsection somewhere in the monolithic city that was Zero One. Having only been trapped in the Matrix for a month (since being last pulled out of the Matrix), Nebula’s legs were weak and jello-like but fine. That was made apparent to her as she kicked the Cypherite in the face with her boot. Across the room she spotted Trinity’s body. It made her gasp. Obviously she wasn’t pulled out as often as she was, if at all. Trinity was pale and gaunt, receiving only enough intravenous sustenance that would keep her alive. She was frail and most likely kept in this state so that an unattended escape was impossible. Bright red blood stained her chin as her vitals dipped and peaked in an unstable slalom, thanks to the Bishop who had laid waste to them one by one. Oddly enough Trinity was encased in a clear airtight tube. She had caught them by surprise. The Cypherites had anticipated that Trinity would be the one to pick up the phone. Having been so focused on their prized pet, they barely registered anything else as Nebula opened her eyes, reached back and ripped the insertion rod from her head. Stumbling a few paces, a Cypherite was on her before she reached the door marked S-1258. Real blood flowed down his face as the Captain of the Novalis introduced him to the boots she was still wearing. Scrambling up, she raced out the door, ignoring the red flashing lights and sirens she heard. She was trying to get to the control panel that would open the tube Trinity was encased in. Looking back, the sliding plexi-glass door slid closed and locked, which was odd. Running back, she pounded on it with her fists but it was tightly quarantined.
Continued from part one over here.
They ran through the dark hallways, stumbling into each other as their feet got tangled in Nebula’s near dead weight. The woman giggled and groaned through her haze as the heroin swam in her veins. Trinity was enveloped in her own cloud of darkness as her mind tried to process what they told her. Training her gun on shadows, she moved evenly in front of them, trying to protect them from something she couldn’t see.
But it was there. Lurking. Waiting.
Raze tripped, sending the trio tumbling into the ground which was infested with rat droppings and rancid puddles of water. Their hands made a squishing noise and left indents in the carpeting that was eaten away by time in some places. Llaughing, Nebula placed a wet hand over her mouth to cover the outburst. Trinity looked back only momentarily before her eyes continued to sweep the surroundings.
Come on, hurry up.
His eyes followed them through the narrow hallway. There was no place to hide yet he remained completely elusive.
She had to know what they meant, that she was...transmitting. Transmitting what? Her carrier signal? No, too obvious. Somewhere in Zero One there was a beeping of her heart monitor as she traversed the Matrix, and so, she would have a carrier signal. But if it wasn’t that, what else could it be?
“Wait stop, stop.” Opticon leaned a semi-conscious Nebula against the yellowing wall whose wallpaper curled out with age. “Dammit Neb, you’re not exactly light in this state. Lay off the Cheetos.”
A flush of surprise spread on Opticon’s face as a wave of nausea clawed through his stomach, which now had a hand punched through it. The Bishop’s hand was sticky as the blood dripped down his fist and mixed with the soggy carpet. Then, he was gone.
Trinity didn’t even have the time to shoot. Opticon fell to the ground gasping for air as he bled out.
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A fanfiction for her timeline in Tenebrae Nostro. Based loosely on the Matrix Online MMORPG.
Based on the first two Trinity posts under the Closing in on Morpheus thread with Neo.
“Do I look like I’m kidding,” she questioned stoically, as the man looked cross-eyed into the barrel of her gun that she pressed in between his eyes.
“Good answer.” Her black latex suit kissed every curve dangerously as she moved her lithe body up and jerked him off the floor.
“Sorry, I thought you were an Agent,” he panted out breathlessly as his lungs still reverberated with the jolt of her throwing him down on the cement ground. He shouldn't have tried to sneak up on her.
“No shit. I’m still alive.” Trinity found herself back in the abandoned building with the squatters who knew about the Matrix. Gazing around in the darkness, she listened to a rat rustle around in a bag of discarded chips. Or perhaps they were being saved for later.
“Where are the others?”
“You mean us?” Trinity turned around toward the lazy female voice. It was her. Her green neon hair was darker since the last time Trinity saw her. She doubted the woman had taken a shower since then. Black eye shadow was smeared over her eyelids and under it, extending to the sides of her temples like a mask. Her pink eyes were made brighter by the green eyeliner and red-rimmed drug induced circle of burst capillaries burning around her irises. At least she seemed more coherent then the last time. Sauntering forward she looked at the raven-haired rebel. “Well, if it isn’t Trinity. You came back. Why?”
What was she going to say? She had no clue why she came back here other then-
“I wanted to know whether-“
“We got out,” the woman finished for her. "Obviously not. But your concern is sooooo touching."
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The streets were darker than usual, as if they were intentionally trying to make her lose her way. Without him, it kind of felt like that anyway. No, not Neo. Morpheus. It was Morpheus who was the guide, the moral compass which pointed to the direction of salvation, whatever that meant now. He was gone. Vanished. As if off the face of the...Matrix.
Where are you Morpheus?
They took him. That's all she knew. As she stepped out of After Dark Night Club, she lightly shook her head. Knitting her brows together, she felt as if she forgot something. It was the feeling that one gets when one thinks they remember something, but doesn't really. That something then sits on the tip of your tongue until you just shrug and give up trying to remember what is was that you forgot. Trinity didn't give up, but the more she tried to remember, the faster the memory receded into the recesses of her mind. Damn you, Cypher. It's hard to blame someone when you don't even remember that they erased the last fifteen minutes of your life. She was so close...so close to finding out what happened to Morpheus.
We will find you.
As she swung her leg over the Ducati, she realized that she had no leads. Every club, every hacker hang-out spot, every possible "safe haven", every place that she expected Morpheus to be she turned upside down. And she didn't even know where to begin looking in the unexpected places. Even Seraph had drawn a blank as his mouth turned downwards, wondering what that meant for the Oracle program.
"She is still here," he had said.
"How do you know?"
"Because I am still here." It made sense. He was the Oracle's protector. If the Oracle ceased to exist than Seraph would no longer have a purpose and would return to the source. Still, that knowledge didn't help getting her a location.
Work has been killing me, Tenebrae Nostro needed tending to, other muses have been demanding my focus and, oh yeah, did I mention work is killing me? So what did I miss in your muses life?
*Frowns* "I need a cellphone that is compact, water resistant, water proof, can withstand explosions, long drops, fire, being thrown at wall and through walls, bullets...did I miss something?
I've moved to another state, I've settled into the new job, I've gathered my wits about me and so...
(Mostly on evenings only)
So what the hell has everyone been up to? Happy New Year by the way! Hope you all had a great holiday season.
*Neo mun, sorry for the loooong delay in replying to your post. I'm good to go now.*
Sorry if I have been a little unattentive and dead to the world of RP in the last few weeks. To say things have been difficult and hectic would be an understatement. Things are starting to chill-out but not for long as December will be another hectic month with the holidays, preparing for a new job and relocating to another state.
I intend to stay ontop of things but there might be bouts of inactivity.
Oh, and, for those that have poked me on msn/yahoo but have gotten no response, my trillian messenger service has been working incorrectly. Sorry. Best to shoot off a post to me that you want to talk and I will get back to you. Otherwise I know that someone is trying to poke me but have no clue who.
*Must fix that damn thing*
The moon glinted off the Ducati’s black shell as she tore down the highway at a speed that made her look like a speck to those that she rocketed passed. Weaving in and out of the lanes, she came dangerously close at having her bike clipped by cars as she skirted in-between them. Yet, she was in total control and, if not; she was too pissed off to care otherwise. Weeks had passed since she had found her sorry ass locked up in a Maximum Security Penitentiary run by Agents. Not just any Penitentiary, one with some sort of integrated program which made red pills act as they were blue…blue. Somehow, despite the programming, Neo and her had managed to get out of there with their lives intact. Trinity had gone deep underground for weeks until the situation simmered down. What the result was, she didn’t know but Neo had said that it was taken care of. End of story. That news came not a moment too soon because she was sure that she would start climbing the walls in the apartment. That boxed in feeling made her want to claw at the walls until she found herself on the other side, although she was obviously too rational to just leave chance upon the wind and leave for no good reason. Quite literally, she had been a prisoner in a penitentiary; she was a prisoner in the matrix, a prisoner in Zero One and a prisoner in the apartment. The thought caused her to grind her teeth like a mortar against a pestle. At the rate she was going, they would be a fine powder soon. If she could not be free than at least, she could feel free, which was what riding obscenely fast on a Ducati felt like. Right here, right now, she still had some control over her life. For instance, she could choose to try to remain rigid and plow straight through the guardrail, fly off the cliff and let gravity finally release her from the matrix and the real world. Alternatively, she could choose to bend and dip with the bike as it hugged the highway and let it lead her on some path that would ultimately let her go at her final destination. Trinity decided to bend and dip with the bike.
Finally, she ended back safely, but still unsatisfied, in the city center. Ditching the bike in a back alley, she walked onto the street and looked around until her eyes landed on a martial arts center. Another grunt followed by more grinding of the teeth. It made her think of the times that she had sparred with Ghost in the Zen garden program he had written. He was full of amusing irony. As she watched people fumble and fight, she realized that she was crawling out of her skin for a fight or a bit of action that would get out her frustration. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small usb key and slid it into the crevice of the cracked plaster in the building that her contact had said would be there. On it was a harmless program that some rich kid requested someone to write for him to a tune of two grand off a hacker site. Trinity answered anonymously. The program would dig into the d-base of a particular high-rise building and hack into the program, which automatically controlled the lighting system on all the floors. The kid had wanted some corny ‘Jimmy loves Susie Ann’ type of message to appear in lights on the tall building at midnight. For two grand, Trinity told herself that she had no right to gag at the task. Stuck as they all were in the Matrix without a operator, they could not download what they needed and that meant they had to have money. Trinity stole without remorse when she needed to, but it was time to be alittle more low-key. Finished with her part now, she glances into the studio again and walks away to find something to do.
Damn it. The song I want to use for the trinity/matrix vid is like copyright protected six hundred times over, even though I purchased it. *Shakes fist*
Don't suppose that I could find crack for that b.s...hmmmm *thinks*
Was gonna use Celldweller's, Switchback... but I guess that's out.
Edit: I might use Bruises by Unloco.
This is not work safe.