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Strangers in Fiction	By : Ambrosia Category: M through R > Matrix, The (All) > Matrix, The (All) Views: 1534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Matrix Trilogy or Incident at Blood Pass...except my own Original Characters. I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 3: Rescue-issues at Sanshuu Pass
The mad tumbling down the mountain was of stocky build, round of face and had wild hair. His outstretched arm ended in an unsheathed katana. His clothes were dark, contrasting sharply against the white snow. He rolled end over end as he tumbled, the sword bouncing dangerously as he fought to maintain his hold on the weapon.
Mouse tensed as he watched the quickly-approaching man, looking rapidly between him and Violetta, poised with the rope in hand. “Shit!” Moments before Gentetsu would have passed the copse they hid in; Mouse lunged for the rope and pulled it out of Violetta’s grasp, bracing himself for impact with his foot against a jutting rock. He pulled the rope taught and the net slid up just as Gentetsu reached them.
The rope slid between his fingers and he groaned as the ropes burned and ripped through his palms. Violetta scrambled to help him hold it, hissing as the rope burned her hands too. Mouse saw the edge of the rope approaching his hand and in desperation threw himself forward, rolling to the end of the rope jerked free of Violetta’s grasp and wrapped around his body as he fell.
He grunted as the air was slammed out of his lungs and felt his ribs crack as he was wedged at the base of one of the pines. But Gentetsu’s descent had stopped.
The swordsman’s his heavy frame was dangling over the edge of a drop-off several feet down. Mouse looked at it and wondered to himself how a computer hacker and a whatever-Violet-was could manage to lift him to safety.
Violet knelt down beside Mouse, hands quickly assessing his frame. When she pressed down on his side he grimaced. “Don’t do that,” he said tightly. He gasped and grimaced again.
“How are we going to get him out of here?” Violetta mused aloud.
“Better” he panted, “Better…think quickly.” She stood and carefully as possible, made her way through the deep drifts of snow to the edge.
Gentetsu swung gently at least twenty feet over a large snowbank which sloped down and ended in another drop-off at least fifty feet below. She couldn’t see what was beyond that. If there was anything beyond that.
Heading him moan in unconsciousness, she spied his sword, miraculously still with him, trapped against his body by the netting.
A strange feeling overtook her, as though something was missing. She glanced around, taking in the mountain, the distant sounds of fighting on the road above and the snow.
The snow!
She stood and ran haphazardly back to Mouse, apologizing as she grabbed the rope and tried to extricate him from it. She’d managed, with his help, to shift his arm and free it from the entanglements.
“Mouse, you’re not going to like this.”
“Got that already sweetheart” said the subtitles as he rasped in badly dubbed Japanese.
“We’ve got to go over the cliff with Gentetsu.” His eyes widened.
“What?”
“We have to. There was an avalanche at the end of the movie when Gentetsu fell. Look around.” He glared at her, “If we don’t we might irrevocably change something. They might look, expecting to bury Gentetsu. If there’s no avalanche they might not give up.” He rolled his eyes at her and grimaced again.
“Moving,” he wheezed. She looked at the rope, quickly assessing their situation.
“I have an idea but you won’t like it.”
“Don’t care. Fix it.”
She nodded and patted his hand, getting up and moving to the edge of the drop-off. She unsheathed her sword. Looking at it dubiously, she thrust it through the rope, trying to wind it through the twined fibers so it stuck but didn’t cut through it too much. It did, but much was still intact. She raised it carefully and thrust down with all of her weight, jamming the weapon into the ground.
She stood, eying her make-work dubiously but determined that it would have to do. Heading back to Mouse, she extricated him from the rope, now that the weight was on the blade instead of him. She helped him stand and he limped, favoring his right foot.
“Now what?” he asked her, large eyes moving down to the cliff.
“We go over”
He looked back at her, eyes slightly bigger and said,”Say that again.”
“We go over.” He squinted at her throat, visibly reading the subtitles she couldn’t see.
“Just making sure I read that right,” he said resignedly.
She helped him to the edge and he looked down. She pulled the black hat from beneath her kimono, straightened it out and looked out at the empty space before them. She set it spinning, balanced on one finger and whispered, “Here goes.”
It went sailing over the edge of the drop. She wrapped a hand around Mouse’s arm and helped him balance on the edge. “We have to grab him and the net on the way down.”
Looking out to the hat, it looked like an ever-widening black hole against the backdrop of white. Its passing stirred the snow beneath them like a deep current in an ocean. The sight made Mouse’s gut clench in trepidation.
“On three,” she said.
Mouse took a deep breath, winced, and croaked, “Three.”
They sailed through the air for a brief moment and hit Gentetsu hard in midair. He heard Violetta make a sound somewhere between a grunt and a scream. The three of them tugged loose o the sword and all went tumbling into the snow.
They landed hard, breath knocked out of each in turn and Gentetsu stirred. His eyes opened slightly and looked at Violetta before rolling back into his head. They bounced together down the slope, huge drifts of snow following them. Mouse looked back as he slid on his belly, riding Gentetsu down the mountain.
The promised avalanche followed in their wake, threatening to overcome them. Mouse yelled. Violetta focused her attention on the drop ahead of them and more importantly, her rapidly-expanding hat.
They sailed over the edge of the last drop-off, snow charging down after them, threatening to crush and smother them into oblivion. Just as Mouse considered praying, they hit the vortex inside the hat and were sucked inside, taking a good amount of snow with them
The avalanche hit the bottom of the gorge with a loud thumping-susurrus and all was still.
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