Fanfiction: Apocalyptica
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.*
Time
To leave this life behind
To leave this state of mind
To say farewell
Leave this hell
Fear
Now that the end is near
Theres no way out of here
Now that your dead
Came way too near
Neuro suspension
Eternal life expansion
Time
to breathe your final breath
to reach this point of death
theres no return
dont let me burn
fear
A long time ago we had someone playing the Merovingian in the community (a damn good one it must be said) and in one thread he nearly introduced Amelia to the Matrix. Although that never quite happened (he only told her about it), I sometimes pondered what would have happened if he did. Also, since the Matrix is one of my favourite fandoms, I try to think of new things to happen within it, so this is the merger begin two different streams of thought. Let’s say it’s creativity gone awry for fun. Or maybe I just listened too much angry industrial music last night.
Background: Trinity, who died at the end of the war between man and machines, is recreated as program created by diehard Zion rebels to help destroy the Matrix completely. During the fifth machine-Zion war, the Zionites destroyed part of Zero One and installed her as a rogue program that would chew through the machine mainframe that would destabilize the Matrix (I’m sure you Microsoft Vista users know exactly what I’m talking about). As a result of critical damage to two of the three servers running the system, an apocalypse occurred. Amelia, now allied with the Merovingian and his exiled factions is trying to save her world (the matrix/machine city) from being destroyed, which would kill off all sentient programs (vampires and the like are either sentient programs of infected RI’s the Matrix-verse).
Had fun listening to these two songs while writing this.
1. Muse: Map of the Problematique
2. Suicide Commando: Neuro Suspension (Heh, the video also goes with the apocalyptic vision
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.
Part One
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.
Each glanced quickly at one another with ‘oh, shit’ written on their faces before diving into opposing alleyways. Amelia ducked as a car careened passed her head and exploded when it hit a wall. Tucking and rolled away from the fireball, the ancient vampire hugged the ground as the tail end raced passed her head. Meanwhile, Trinity cart wheeled her way through the glass and debris, using the metallic beams whizzing passed her head as stairs. Flipping off the last one, she hunkered down behind a dumpster and loaded two clips of silver bullets into her guns.
“Hate her.” Amelia grunted as she brushed a metallic beam off of herself and got up. Sticky stands of half-coagulated blood followed her up. Lost were the golden days of decadence. The glass screamed and popped under her black heavy industrial boots as she made her way to the middle of the street.
“Trinity, my dearest. Come out.” Nothing. “So rude of you to behave like this.” Her voice crisp, cold and kissed by a forgotten Hungarian accent bounced around the debris and the dirt that fed on it. A cloud of ash swirled up as Amelia allowed her dusty leather jacket to drop to the ground. It revealed a black leather corset punctuated by bullet holes hugging her curves. On it, was no longer the emblem of her coven that had been destroyed by Marcus two centuries earlier. Instead, the raised ridges of a celtic bat curled around a fleur-de-lis and spiraled down her chest before weaving around her hips and over the back. Closing her eyes, Amelia concentrated on the mass destruction riddling her midsection. Ping, ping, ping, the bullets poked out of her skin and dropped down on the ground as the holes closed up. Smelling the blood on her fingers she noticed it was not her lovely blood. Slowly, she popped a finger in her mouth, her dry lips gathering up the moist crimson nectar. Trinity flashed through her mind. Her blood was like a drug that called to her. Pressing her lips together in ecstasy, a low moan rumbled in her throat and made her want to purr like a feral kitten. Her hand trailed down her chin leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Bright emerald eyes sparkled in the orange-brown glow of the post apocalyptic Matrix. The Merovingian told her that was how he knew she was the one that would lead his exiled clans. He could, “read it in her eyes”.
Out of all her kind, it were her eyes that was as bright green as the line of Matrix code running through their world. Amelia had laughed then, but that was a very long time ago. The sky was black like a computer screen with nothing on it. Sati, the exiled program disguised as a child and who controlled the sun and sky had been captured and deleted by extremist Zionite operatives known as the Red Cell. The Trinity program, was one of their commander’s. Amelia rubbed the blood in between her fingers causing it to dry and flake off. Instead of falling down to the ground, it floated up into the air. Pity to waste it in times when blood was so scarce to come by. There were nearly no humans left in the Matrix thanks to that worm-like rebel bitch that rained down this hell on them.
Trinity’s stoic voice seemed to come from no where. “Did Persephone really die in the last systematic failure or did you kill her yourself?” Lashes as long as Venus flytraps slowly clapped at Trinity’s acuteness. An amused smiled curled around Amelia’s lips like a wisp of smoke. Stoplight green eyes cautiously peered around her surroundings, trying to locate Trinity’s hollow voice.
“Let us just say that I was an upgrade.” A flash from Trinity’s gun sent another wave of bullets her way. Dodging and jumping through the air, the last burst hit her chest. Silver hollow point bullets pierced her flesh, exploding once they dug into her skin and spilling the silver nitrate into her system. Amelia writhed on the ground, her fangs gnashing against her gums. A lithe latex covered personification of blind justice stood over her, the outline of its pointed gun glowing orange as the flames from tires burning around them bounced off it and cheered them on. “Hope he has a replacement.”
Vampiric speed allowed her to whip her boot out and kick Trinity in the stomach. “He won’t need one.” As the rebel assassin reeled back, Amelia got up and swan dived forward, kicking her leg back and over in a scorpion kick which sent Trinity flying into the brick wall of an alley. “Learned that from you.” Running up the wall, she used her momentum to spin and land another well-placed kick into Trinity’s bloodied face. “Now, that was old.” Amelia glared down at the rebel before looking at the silver running down her chest. Trinity had done exactly what they anticipated. The Oracle was right. Delicate fingers masked by dirt, blood and grim, trailed down her chest over the silver. “Wrong vampiric species, my dear. A critical mistake on your part. Mmm, pity.”
Hatred beamed from the two programs eyes. Amelia bent down to take a metal pole off the ground and gazed at it lovingly. With a snarl she parried it forward as it were a sword. An electronic scream echoed through the city and jostled the buildings. Trinity looked down at the pole that impaled her. A small twisted smile danced on Amelia’s lips.
“I was told that would bring back some memories.”
“I.Don’t.Have.Memories.” Trinity spat back while pulling the pole out.
Alarmed at the others unwillingness to be complacent and just die, Amelia pulled out a silver disk and pressed the button on top. Tossing it in the corner, it hissed and belched an aerosol gas as she ran like hell out of the alleyway. Unstable and corrupted, the Matrix didn’t always work the way it used to which meant the programs working in the background didn’t do so either. In this case, the bomb went off early, tossing Amelia through the air like a rag doll thrown by an impatient child. The heat singed her hair and her back felt like it was being run across by a thousand blades. Her right arm started to crackle and sizzle as she smacked into a brick wall. An imprint of her body was left in the building as she bounced off it and landed on the ground. Wheezing like a tuberculosis victim on her last breath, a cough wracked her statuesque frame and expelled the blood amassing in her lungs. Chianti coloured blood pooled in front of her, reflecting the embers chewing away at her arm. Her cells raced to repair the damage but as her last blood ration had been nearly three months ago, she was slow to heal.
Trinity’s mangled body was spit out by the blast not far from her. Green electricity jolted through her shell as it shook on the ground. The Trinity program had been expelled and in its place was the broken corpse of a filthy squatter.
With one hand, the wounded ancient vampire picked up her cellphone.
“Amelia?” Came the voice on the other side.
“You can reload sector-12A. It’s been secured and rebel has been ejected.”
“We can upload the firewall so that she can never come back there, but we can no longer reload.”
“Why? What happened?” She demanded in a scratchy voice.
“The Morpheus program happened. He blew up our connection in Central Station. His team is attacking the main construct console in Zero One as we speak. Amelia...” The voice on the other end grew silent for a moment before it concluded solemnly, “No programs can hide in back channels of the Matrix and we lost the capacity to reload secure sectors of the Matrix. We’re sitting ducks.”
Moaning. Moaning and feral growls came out of the desolate buildings in front of her.
“So the Oracle is right? They are going to have Trinity upload a virus into the central mainframe?” Amelia’s eyes searched the darkness of the buildings as she brushed her fingers against her gun.
“Yes, the system will turn on itself and purge us before deleting itself. No more Matrix. No more machines. No more us.”
“Eternity has just gotten considerably shorter, old friend.”
Part Two
Breathing hard, Amelia grasped her arm and leaned her head against the jagged building just to rest for a moment. She didn’t dare, however, close her eyes. Not in this world. There was nothing more to say. Hanging up, her eyes widened as wild beady black eyes looked out at her from the deserted buildings, catching the scent of warm blood and fresh flesh. Monstrous beasts, half-man half-wolves, fixated on the body lying next to her. Pushing herself away slowly with her boots, her wide eyes kept all of them in her vision. Slowly, they inched toward the squatter’s body now stained by blood, dirt and piss. Each one snapped at the other if one drew too close. Lycans. Nothing like the evolved Lycans of the past. These were more like the feral creatures of William’s time. The mass exodus of humans from the Matrix left little RI’s to feed off of and even medical programs that allowed the vampires to manufacture blood were deleted. Medical and food programs were the first to be destroyed by the rebels. The idea was to make the Matrix worse to live in then the Real World so that on-the-fence blue-pills would be forced to unplug. Only the Merovingian still trafficked in blood and bodies.
The Lycans drew closer. The ball of fear she swallowed tasted like death: dry and unsatisfying. She was a powerful vampire but that meant nothing against an army of feral starved Lycans. Some of them were missing limbs that could not regenerate because of malnutrition. Oozing raw wounds dripped with puss and frothed on others whose feral natures had them fight but not have enough reason to figure out they could not heal from their battles. Holding her breath, Amelia’s finger slowly inched to the trigger of her gun. A long snout poked and prodded the dead woman, as it did, a howl echoed out from its brother’s who viciously lunged at him, ripping the grey flesh from his white dry bones.
Oh God, they are eating each other. She would be sick at the sight if she could. Slow deliberate steps moved her away from the frenzy. Another Lycan used the distraction to poke his snout through the dead woman’s entrails, as if he was trying to divine his future. The entails, grey and dull with disease steamed as they were exposed to the air. Taking out another explosive, she seemed mesmerized by the scene. Her forehead crinkled like paper. Is this what they had all been reduced to? Animals fighting for food? She could remember better times. Her nails dug into the device.
Poor wretches. There was some sympathy on her face for her lesser cousins. Yet most of it was for the mortals infected by the virus and reduced to this bestial existence. Shame. The kindest thing she could do for them was to kill them. The explosive hissed as she activated it and threw it at the group. Racing away, the massive fire ball coughed up Lycan bits that rained down around her. Soon, others would come. Flesh eaters.
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She tried to pick out the pieces of flesh out of her hair and wash the blood from underneath her fingernails before making her way through the Merovingian’s chateau. What was so urgent that it couldn’t wait another minute was quite obvious to her. She did not need to be called to know that something was wrong. Still, she was not happy to have him see her like this. She was, after all, crafting her ascent to power and she could not imagine that the Merovingian would be impressed by the stench of guts and gore eminating off of her. It was bad enough that she disgusted herself.
“I imagine that I am here because of the attack on the construct console? I am sorry, I would start with pleasantries, but I fear there is no time.”
“What is time, ma femme fatale? Mmm? Nothing but a construct. A construct owned by those with power.”
His small snarky smile made her raise a brow. “So I gather that you have a plan?”
The Merovingian calmly folded his hands over the large mahogany desk. “Better, I have time.”