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Strangers in Fiction	By : Ambrosia Category: M through R > Matrix, The (All) > Matrix, The (All) Views: 1529 -:- 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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Somewhere Near a Blue Lagoon
Mouse opened his eyes. He looked up into a blue sky so crystal clear he thought he must be in a program. Looking aroud, he saw white sandy beach and clear aqua waters, the waves lapping the shore in a susurrus of gentle sound. It was idyllic. He sighed, wondering what new trick of the Agents this might be.
“Good, you’re awake,” came the voice of an angel. He looked down toward his feet. Apparently he was lying flat on his back in the gently warming sunlight. Standing over him was the woman-in-red lace (and leather), hands casually hanging by her side and a small smile on her lips.
“Who are you?” he blurted. He thought back on his last remembered moments with no small amount of wonder, incredulity and fear.
The woman’s smile widened. “My name is Hildr Violetta Faye. You can call me ‘Violetta.’” She reached a hand out toward him and he grasped it, standing, somehow without pain.
“Are you some kind of program?” He’d heard rumor of strange programs doing what they oughtn’t. She shook her head.
“No. I’m…you might say I’m a ‘figment.’”
‘What does that mean?”
“I am the sum of parts which make up a whole person. ‘Hildr,’ ‘Violetta’ and ‘Faye’ are all from different places and people, but together they make up a vision of a single person in a very abstract way.”
“So you are a program?”
“No.”
‘Well then, what are you?”
She opened her mouth – God but he wanted to kiss it – then closed it again, lost for words. She sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t exlain it to you.”
“Ok then, what happened…back there?”
“You died.” He blinked, looking from one side to the other and scratching the back of his head, a doubtful sneer on his face.
‘You know,” he said conspiratorially, “I’m almost about to believe you but then I realize I can feel myself still standing here. I’m wearing this fucking monkey-suit and hell,” his voice grew agitated and increasingly angry, “I have shades on my head in the middle of a fucking paradise island and the only reason I don’t believe you is that if I were dead I’d be fucking some angels by now!” He glared at her, breathing heavy.
She took a step back, holding her hands out to either side. “Well, what else makes sense? Am I an Agent of some kind? I doubt the machines have enough imagination to come up with me! I know, maybe I’m The One like Neo!”
He stepped back, confusion on his face. “How do you know about that?”
“Because,” she took a deep breath, “You’re never going to believe this; I saw it on a movie.”
“A…movie?”
“Yeah. A movie. And in it, you died.” She said harshly, “There was a sequel. You weren’t in it.”
Hs memory triggered, he took a sharp breath. “That’s right, you said you’d ‘seen it in a move’ when I asked how you…saved…me.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. You saved me, you did, and I’ve been a jerk, but I gotta get back to the Nebuchadnezzar.” He tipped his hat at her.
“Thanks.” He turned and started walking down the beach, trying to absorb everything that happened. Feeling the sand beneath his shoes – still polished but developing a scuff not seen inside the Matrix – he began to believe what Violetta told him.
He turned around. The brunette woman-in-a-red-dress-and-trenchcoat was still standing on the beach, squinting behind her purple round glasses, watching him. He looked around, first at the ocean and then at the palm forest further inland. Without anywhere else to go, he walked back toward the most intriguing thing in sight.
“I must be insane,” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his hand over his mouth. Turning to face the slightly shorter woman, he continued, “Tell me what’s going on.” She took a steadying breath and nodded, hooking her arm through his and walking them down the beach in the opposite direction.
“Alright. You died in ‘The Matrix’” he thought it odd that she said it with emphasis, as though she weren’t talking about the same Matrix he usually did, “and that was the end of you. I saw the sequel and Trinity was shot. Neo saved her by, well, pulling the bullet out of her chest like he was scooping up a bowl of ice cream.” She glanced at his face, “Sorry. They’re…they’re ok. Mostly. I didn’t get a chance to see the third movie.”
“So, my life has been in a move?”
“As far as I could tell, you…well you ARE the movie. Things shouldn’t exist outside the story.”
“But I’m here now.”
“Yeah, because I…”
“You what?”
“I changed things.”
He was quiet for a moment, pondering this strange statement.
“So are you ‘The One?’ Like Neo?” She shook her head in denial.
“Not like Neo, no. He really is ‘The One’ by the way, Morpheus was right about that. I’m not only able to change ‘The Matrix’ as I see fit but other things as well. I just need to…focus.” His brows furrowed together and he gave her a perplexed look.
“Take this hat, for example.” She pointed to the fedora on her head. “I got it from a friend while I was wandering around one day. He made it for me, special. It’s been allowing me to jump to different worlds, different stories.”
“Different stories?”
“Yeah. See, where I come from, you’re a character in a movie, played by an actor. That’s where you get your slick looks.”
He chuckled, “I thought I got it from my Dad.”
Violetta and Mouse turned the corner of the islands beach as they rounded one side and continued on. As they walked, Violetta described how she’d been wandering through the mind of a writer and realized she had a gift. Mouse couldn’t deny the very situation he was in, nor wake up if this was a dream or a program and his cell phone didn’t reach Dozer, Tank or any of the Operators he knew of. The damn thing didn’t make any sound other than static.
The beautiful, strange woman patted his shoulder, asking him if he wanted a drink and guided him toward the forest of palms. To his surprise a couple seats, a decanter on ice and a small table sat nestled in the shade.
He sat down, bemused at the style, so like the setup Morpheus chose when talking to new recruits just before he worked to get them unplugged. Taking a glass in his hand, he thanked the woman as she poured his drink. It was crsp and slightly fruity, some type of wine. He took a sip and groaned at the sensation of cool liquid finer than anything he’d had in or outside the Matrix in his life. He’d bad beers and some burboun, sure, but the stuff in the Matrix was always somehow less satisfying. It served its purpose but as he never actually got to taste the food he thought he was eating, it made sense to him that his memory of foods was slightly dulled.
“Hope you don’t mind the wine; I only had enough..’oomph’ for lack of a better term, to get one type of liquor here.”
“It’s alrigght, better than what I’d been drinking. Dozer makes some strong alchohol but damn, its never good enugh to really enjoy…unless getting drunk is what you call enjoyment. I always preferred…other pursuits.”
Violetta smiled at him, taking off her purple circulat sunglasses and smiling at him while she toyed with them. “I know,” she said with a knowing smile. He looked at her steadily, one eyebrow slowly lifting.
“And how would you know…?”
She waved a hand in front of her face, chucling and blushing slightly. “I’m getting kindof tired of saying ‘I saw the movie’ now.”
“Wait, so you know about –
“Why do you think I decided to wear the dress?”
He looked at her, dumbfounded and then it was his turn to blush. As unapologetic as he was under most circumstances, here was the first real – as far as he could tell – woman he’d been near who he might have a chance with and not only was she privy to his tastes, she’d used her knowledge to get close to him. He looked to one side, then cleared his throat and took another drink.
“Is there…any other reason, you tried to get my attention?”
She’d wondered when he’d get around to the topic. Given his penchant for sexual exploits and masturbation via computer program – she’d imagined there wasn’t a better way to do it, when you could program whatever partner you wanted as long as you were okay they weren’t real – she understood she was the first real woman he’d been in contact with in some time.
“Do you…want there to be?”
His blush deepened and his throat went dry, disbelieving as she stood from her chair and walked around the small table to stand before him.
“Consider this a freebie.”
He emptied his glass and let it fall to the sand beneath him as she cupped his face in her hands, straddling his hips to sit above him in the chair.
Up close, her eyes were a vivid blue-violet, her dark hair smelled of incense and autumn. She smiled through thick dark lases which swept her cheeks as she blinked. He traced her strong brow tenderly with the tip of his thumb, still unable to believe this dark beauty in red was before him.
She tilted his head back and kissed him deeply, invading his senses with her soft lips and tongue on his. The kiss was passionate; burning with a slow fire which stoked the heat in his loins like the programs he made hadn’t been able to in years. Her tongue glided along his, probing, tasting and teasing. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the pleadure making him moan into her mouth as her tongue did a clever slide along the roof of his mouth, lightly stroking his palette.
He rocked against her, arms curcling her waist, hands fervently stroking her back to clutch her shoulders and press her body more fully against his own. Her hips slid down, thighs resting on either side of his and his groin pressing to her core. She moaned at the contact, grinding down into him and threading her fingers through his hair, clutching a hard handful and tipping his head further back than he’d thought possible. He went limp in her arms, content to feel her body, her kiss and the sweet tug of her hands in his hair rendering him immobile.
Taking control of the kiss, moved to her knees, arching herself over him and kissing him with all the passion she held inside, with all the passion he deserved in a lover.
Slowly, she withdrew her lips from his and looked into his dark hazel eyes, lips tingling fiercely and swollen from their fervent contact. Her breath was steady, causing her breasts to lightly graze his chest through the cloth of his suit. He blinked a couple times, trying to wake from his dazed state, smiling a half-smile and looking for the entire world like a sly young man who stole his first taste of cream.
Certain he was steady again, she slowly extricated herself from his arms, smoothing out her dress as she stepped back to her chair and taking her steat. She smiled wryly at him, her cheeks flushed as his own felt they must be.
"You sure you're not an angel?" She chuckled, shaking her head in denial.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“Must be because I like you…and because I’m the first real woman you’d been around for a while. You just died. It’ll help you stay focused. You deserve some real human contact. Take your pick.”
He smiled at her, his gaze trying for charming…and not missing the mark too terribly. “What now?” he asked.
“Now? Well, now we go and get some more recruits.”
“From the Matrix, like me?”
“Not exactly. I had something more...feudal...in mind.”
End Chapter. Reviews welcome! Constructive criticism please.
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