Return to the Matrix

“Why?… Why did you just kill all those people?” I said trying to catch my breath.
“I had to, you wouldn’t understand…” the man said.
“But, what? Why? Well, no I don’t … I don’t under stand…” I was severely confused.
“Good, its much simpler that way,” He pointed his gun toward me.
I threw my hands in front of me, as if that would protect me, “Wait, my god, you’re going to kill me too?!”
“You’ve seen too much and know too little,” He cocked the gun.
“Wait, wait! I can learn, I may be young, but I just don’t understand why you just killed all those people?” I was begging.
“I will tell you what I can of the truth, if you accept that, you may live.”
“Okay,” I wondered what excuse he would use to justify his merciless killing.
“You’ve actually seen some of the truth,” He lowered his gun, and still spoke very confidently.
“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. You’re talking like some guy from The Matrix?” I had seen the movie a couple of times, the idea of machines keeping us as an energy source seemed a bit ludicrous at the time.
“Yes, the movie, it seems that plan is beginning to work after all.”
“So, you’re telling me that what the movie is about … is … is real,” the way he talked it made everything fit into place.
“That’s right.”
“So, why hasn’t anyone come forward to tell those of us, who have a strong feeling about The Matrix being real, why haven’t they told us the truth?”
“None of you are ready yet. I can’t just tell you, I must show you. This next bit may be hard to take. You see I have the red pill and the blue pill. Now, the choice will not be which one, but whether you should even take it.”
“Yeah, how the hell do I know its not some drug that could kill me instantly?” I still needed some convincing.
“Exactly. All I can tell you is that you have to believe,” He sounded like Morpheus from the movie.
“Believe?! Shit, that you could kill me right now, and not even so much as having to use a gun or anything?!” I would need quite a bit more convincing.
“Please, we put that in the movie on purpose, we would hope that most everyone would understand that, if they took the red pill, it would help us locate you.”
“You mean to tell me, that the rebels were able to make a movie, without the agents or anyone knowing about it?”
“That’s right. We created it, we wrote it, like a program.”
“Oh, so how was it able to be released, like a movie?” Now I was beginning to get into what the guy was saying, that feeling scared me at first.
“That was quite tricky. Not only did we have to use a different programming code, but we had to overwrite the image code with an appearance nullifier, thereby hiding it from the other programs, but allowing all the humans within the Matrix to see it.”
“Riiight…” That was a little over my head, as I had no programming experience whatsoever, which then made me wonder, why keep me alive?
“Sorry, that was a bit much. Red or blue? What is going to be? We don’t have much time.”
Again, just like a line from the movie, he was beginning to convince me,“Alright, but I swear if I die because of this I’m gonna haunt you forever.”
“Okay.”
I took the red pill from his hand, and a few thoughts struck me.
Never take anything from a stranger, especially something like candy.
Never talk to strangers.
“Wait,” I paused.
“What’s wrong?” I couldn’t read his eyes, behind the shades.
“How do I know you’re not an agent?”
“Good,” he nods his head, “You’re actually more ready than we thought.”
“We?”
“Kevin,” he said my name as if he had known me for years, “You’ve seen the way things are in the real world from the movie, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“Its worse.”
That got my attention.
“Zion is a salvage yard, scraps of whatever we could find, we barely have enough food and water to keep everyone alive,” He sounded so believable.
“How come you’re not dressed like them?”
He grinned, “We’ve had to adjust our habits some, we thought if we dressed differently, and did things differently, you all would take notice, but…”
He stopped, as if he were trying to hear something, then his cell phone rang, he answered.
“Operator?”
I could finally see his eyes, through the small crack between the lens and his face, he looked straight into my eyes.
“Shzen. I understand,” then he jerked his head forward and to the right, “Fine. I’ll do it, but its gonna cost ya.”
He hung up and put the cell back into its hiding place, “C’mon kid, if you wish to see the truth, you will follow me.”
I nodded, I knew this had to be more than a dream.
Until I was been thrown to the next building! And I woke up.

Safe and sound on my mattress in my room, in my house, on the same street, in the same neighborhood. I got up, rubbing my eyes, and scribbled on the notepad what I could remember of the dream, I had been keeping a log for at least two weeks now. The dreams ranged from me jumping through windows, typing furiously on a keyboard, while shouting at a computer screen to talking with strangers. They were always so real, that at times, I wondered if when the dream stopped is when I was going to sleep, and I’m dreaming right now…
Then a gunshot, then another! I ran to my door, and looked downstairs, an agent! He had shot my parents! I was fully awake by now, I turned, slid my shoes on and grab my backpack, not filled with books mind you, other necessities. I could hear the agent running up the stairs as I slammed my window open, and slid down the wet roof. I heard two gunshots, one shattered glass, the other who knows. As I was on the edge of the roof, I turned and grabbed the gutter just in time. However it was only enough to break my fall so I wouldn’t crash into ground, the gutter broke and I landed on my feet. I heard another gunshot, it hit the roof, I managed to pull my backpack around enough to unzip the smallest compartment, my keys. I did all that while running to my car. Another gunshot, it burst the ground behind, thank god for keyless entries. I flung myself into my car, cranked it, and burned rubber in reverse! Then I slammed it into drive, and heard a bullet hit the back of my car! That made push the accelerator to the floor.
“Now, Kevin,” I said to myself, “Where are you going?”

woah Vim!!! 😱

I plan on continuing this eventually... just whenever I get the time to sit and write, well to tell the truth i did and then the internet screwed up on me!!! 😒 ❌

awww feels Vim's pain *hugs*

did this .. happen ar making it up (im not stupid just checking)

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cool story Vim

No, none of this ever happened to me! lol ... I'm just a creative person, and really enjoy the Matrix, and everything it has to offer! mainly endless stories!!

its really good!!

I began thinking of places I could go, my friends? Nah, they would probably I'm wacko! My aunt and uncle's place? No way, too far! Grandparents? Oh, hell, they live halfway across the country! I had a few bad thoughts then, I didn't know where to go, or what to do?! I felt lost, confused and pretty scared… Until a bullet shattered the back glass! I pushed the accelerator to the floor! Just then my cell phone ran, going at such high speeds, I reached over into my backpack, and finally pulled my cell phone out. In trying to answer the damned thing, I hit a trio of trashcans, at first, I thought about my car, then I thought maybe it would slow the agents down.
"Hello?" I finally answered.
"Hello, Kevin," the ominous voice replied, "You're probably wanting a way out of this mess?"
"That would be good," I said, "Hang on!"
I swerved to keep from hitting a box in the middle of the road, and by the this time, I was in the city.
"Okay? Now what?"
"Take a left third street," the voice commanded, "As you do, prepare to leap from your car…"
"Wait, jump out of the car, while I'm turning?"
"That's right."
I'm no action star by any means, I had taken a year of gymnastics and a few martial arts classes, then I knew there was no other choice, "Then what?"
"The building that will be directly in front of you, go to it."
"Okay," I awaited the rest of the instructions.
"I can't tell anymore, they've got a trace on the line, you're on your own, good luck," Even though the man spoke with confidence which instilled me with some, I was still a bit worried, especially once I got the building!
I swerved hard onto third street, as I did, I opened the door and flung myself out. I landed on the garbage bags, that had been put out only hours earlier. I was lucky, then thought, how ironic that trash just saved from getting broken bones or even worse.
I had already put my backpack on, before I leapt out, and had my cell phone in my pocket. I ran toward the building's doors, it appeared to be a small business, with apartments on top. Maybe if I get to the apartments I could find someone to help me.
I saw the doors were bolted and chained shut, I turned to see what the agents were doing. They were getting out to inspect the wreckage of my car, that had just crashed into another building across the street. I grabbed the door and tried opening the door, which was a mistake, because as I began to shake the double doors, it attracted a great deal of attention. The agents made their way toward me.
I knew I was done for, but I just turned and kicked the door open, breaking the locks, and chains. I didn't have time to think of how I did it, I just dashed inside.
A stairway lead upstairs, and a hallway to the back, and another set of double doors to my right.
I headed up the stairs.

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I could hear the agents behind me, the stairs came to an area where I had to turn and head the opposite direction to continue up the stairs, as I turned I saw the agents coming in after me. That filled me with fear and excitement, I charged up the last set of steps. And suddenly the window, where lightning flashed from, jolted my memory. I had seen the window before, in a dream, and I remember having to leap out of it. But I was on the second story, how would I survive the fall... I remember waking up after I leapt out the window...
The agents were making their up the next flight of stairs.
I wished I still had guidance, but it was up to me now. I had to make the choice. Ah, what the hell!
I sprinted toward the window, and as I jumped at it, I put my feet up, and put my arms in front of my face. It was at that moment, with glass shards all around, and the feel of rain again, I realized the world was not right. So, I believed that I would be fine after I landed on my feet on the sidewalk below. And I was. My feet weren't even sore, so I took off across the street, with bullets blasting all around me.

Agent Smith holsters his weapon, and turns to his fellow agents, "We can't let him get out, begin assimilating his signal."
Agent Johnson spoke next, "There's a problem."
Then Agent Jackson, "We can not get a lock on his signal, as soon as it seems we will, the code changes."
"Well, it seems I will have to find someone that is nearby," Agent Smith presses his hand against his earpiece, he turns green, and becomes the matrix code, and vanishes.

I ran like my life depended, and well it probably did, I wasn't sure where I was running to, but I knew the faster and harded I ran the safer I was. The rain was beginning to slack off, which was good, but it was still dark, and most of the lights around were off.
My phone rang!
"Hello?" I answered.
"Kevin, you believe," the voice returned.
"Who are you?"
"I am Archadieus," the man answered, "We were hoping someone like yourself would eventually realize the Truth."
"Yeah, what's going on? Does the Matrix actually exist?" I asked between breaths.
"Yes."
Again he sounded similiar to Morpheus, this must the same kind of person, "Do they still have a trace on my phone?"
"I've blocked it for now, but I don't know how long it will --"
"Hello?" I looked at my phone, and continued to run, the battery had gone dead. I stopped running.
"Mr. Richardson," Agent Smith said from across the street. I looked up from my phone.

"What's he doing?" the operator said looking at the encoded screens before him.
Archadieus answered, watching as well, "He is going to fight him."
"Why? Does he have a death wish?"
Archadieus shook his head, "He knows the Truth."

"Mr. Richardson," Agent Smith said again, and began walking toward Kevin, "Listen to me, you shouldn't listen to those people, they are nothing but trouble."
"Why should I listen to you?" I heard more defiance in my voice than usual.
"I am your friend," the agent stepped closer, I took a step back, "Please, listen--"
"You and your friends were trying to kill me!"
"No, we merely wanted to frighten you, so you would perhaps stop and let us explain..."
"Explain this," I tossed the dead phone at him. He caught it and crushed it into its smallest bits. I thought that perhaps, maybe I should have listened.
"That was a mistake, Mr. Richardson," Agent Smith said, "One that will not go unpunished."
He palmed his firearm, I had managed to not get hit before, but I was moving, no I was a sitting duck.

"Mr. Richardson," Agent Smith said from across the street. I looked up from my phone.
"What's he doing?" the operator said looking at the encoded screens before him.
Archadieus answered, watching as well, "He is going to fight him."
"Why? Does he have a death wish?"
Archadieus shook his head, "No, Zero, He knows the Truth."

"Mr. Richardson," Agent Smith said again, and began walking toward Kevin, "Listen to me, you shouldn't listen to those people, they are nothing but trouble."
"Why should I listen to you?" I heard more defiance in my voice than usual.
"I am your friend," the agent stepped closer, I took a step back, "Please, listen—“
"You and your friends were trying to kill me!"
"No, we merely wanted to frighten you, so you would perhaps stop and let us explain..."
"Explain this," I tossed the dead phone at him. He caught it and crushed it into its smallest bits. I thought that perhaps, maybe I should have listened.
"That was a mistake, Mr. Richardson," Agent Smith said, "One that will not go unpunished."
He palmed his firearm, I had managed to not get hit before, but I was moving, now I was a sitting duck. As he pulled the trigger, everything seemed as though it was being poured out like maple syrup, I watched as the bullet crept towards me. Even birds were moving in super slow motion.
I didn’t know what was going, but I decided to use it to my advantage. I ran at the streetlight leapt towards, and as my feet touched it about twelve feet up, I bounded away from it, and toward the agent. I was moving incredibly fast, or rather everything around was moving incredibly slow! As I soared toward him, I kicked the gun from his hand, he seemed very surprised. I stood only a foot away from him now, and he was about a foot and a half taller than me as well.
“Well, Mr. Richardson, you seem to have gained some new skills,” Agent Smith said, cracking his neck as he laid his head to the side, “But they will be no match for mine!”
He began punching the first three, all aimed for my face, I blocked. The fourth, came out of nowhere and spun me around. As I gained my balance, I realized another agent had stepped in.
“Hey, c’mon,” I looked at the agent that had shot at me, “You can’t handle me yourself!?”
I could feel his glare through his shades. The other agent stepped forward, but the original put his hand out.
“Stop,” he looked straight at me again, “This one’s mine.”
He charged at me, I threw a straight kick for his gut, but he just pushed it aside. I was off balance, he swept my other leg out from under me. But before I could hit the ground, a fist pounded into my chest, and I smashed into the pavement.
“Mr. Richardson,” the agent said, “I will give you one last chance, join with us, or die.”
I was barely conscious enough to hear the proposal, but then I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my body. And I quickly stood up, dust and bits of pavement blew off me, as gust of wind blew by.
“Fine,” the agent said, “Just remember, you had a choice.”
“I know, and I already made it.”
I moved toward him, kicked, he blocked, I punched him the face, he kicked me in the side, I punched him the chest, that pushed him back some. I leapt up and toward him, kicked him in the face, as I came down, I kicked straight down onto his throat. I kept my foot on his throat and pushed myself downward. He crunched into the pavement this time! But I was thrown off, just as I thought I was getting the upperhand. I had knocked his shades off, and got a glimpse of his dull gray eyes, as he came toward me. I slid my right foot back just an inch or two, I waited until he was open at just the right moment. I jumped to the right, and swung my right foot around at the same time. He lunged forward trying to hit me full on with his weight and both fists. But I managed to time it right, so that I kicked him in the back of the head, which sent him flying into the street light. He stopped as he put his hands on it, and then ripped it from the ground. That surprised me, then he swung at me, at a great speed, I might add. I ducked it, easily.
“Need a light?” He said sarcastically as speared it at me, I dodged it.
“No, thanks,” I caught it as he swung at my side. Then I hit the middle of it with palm of my hand, and snapped in two.
With the half the agent still had, he pushed it at my face which made me lose my grip on my half. He leaped high in the air, and looked as though he was going to hammer me into the ground. But I just moved, got a tight grip on it, and moved in. A quick backfist to the face stunned him, I jerked the lightpole away, and punched him hard in the chest. That got him, but not for long. As he came back at me twice as fast, and kneed me in the side, right under the ribs, that doubled me over, and then I was elbowed toward the ground again. But I learned my lesson. I just pushed my head forward, it slammed into his gut again. I threw my head back upward again. The back of my head crushed into his face.
Then we kicked at each other at the same time, which threw us both backward, I landed on top of a car, he flew into a building. I rolled off the car, and watched him leap out of a window, he was refreshed, his shades were back, and looked the same before we started fighting.
“Oh,” I said holding my throbbing side.
“It’s useless, Mr. Richardson.”

this is really good Vim 😊

thank you, that's a good compliment coming from a uber fan of the matrix series

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Great stuff there. Smith is really intimidating, as he should be. 🙂

Originally posted by Vim
thank you, that's a good compliment coming from a uber fan of the matrix series

lol

Smith pulled his firearm out once more, but I wasn't ready to give up just yet. I grabbed the car beside me, I lifted it up, over my head, Smith couldn't pull the trigger, he just stared at the car. Then I threw it at him. He threw the gun down, and leaped high into the air, and kicked the car back toward me. Instead of standing and waiting, I just lunged forward, the car crashed into the ground behind me. I leapt upward after Smith, but got a foot planted to my face, and twirled downward. I busted through the street, into the sewer. I stood up, the smell was rank, but didn't have time to worry about that, as Smith was coming down on me!

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sorry vim