It's a Long Way Back From Hell (Tag: Lucifer/Trinity/Open)

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake leaned heavily on his bike looking up the tall building toward the 13th floor. He was up there somewhere and ten to one already knew they were coming. Snake tossed his cigarette away looking down the street. The building made him uncomfortable. When he stood near it his hair always prickled on his neck like someone was watching him and he

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[_call_me_snake_]

Snake had been screaming so long he had made his own ear begin to ring. Long before Trinity even showed up he had crumpled on the ground near the crashed glider. The twisted aircraft still smoldered before him but he had collapsed next to the body of a white haired woman. Her throat had been slit and her clothes ripped. Every time he came to this place he saw her dead and it never got any easier. He still lost control when he found himself on the battlefield. The burning buildings and the crashed gliders. It was one of his biggest regrets and every time he returned from this place he imagined Lucifer did this to him on purpose in efforts to drive him crazy. Who else would be cruel enough to make him relive Leningrad and all of the pain for eternity

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake frowned at her and shook his head sadly. Lucifer told me there is no such thing as the destruction of humanity. Even the apocolypse can not destroy the last of it. He shrugged a little thinking maybe this was a vision of the apocolypse but there wasn't enough fire.

He watched the next series of images. He was understanding more on an emotional level. His dreams followed a similiar pattern but they did not look anything like this. His mind came back to reality when she started talking about a dead man being alive.

I have brought two people back from the dead and I do it all the time. He looked at her curiously and then smiled. Maybe he is stronger then you think or he has a guardian angel?

Snake turned to the voice and scowled at the man. Snake had been taught that people speaking to you here if you had not addressed them was a very bad thing. Snake took a deep breathe.

Trinity. His voice was concerned as the man brushed past. Sanke scowled but said nothing watching the conversation.

[trinity_matrix3]

'There isn't. Not in a way. But that depends on how you define humanity

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake's eye had gotten more and more full of fury until Cypher went for that button. Instantly Snake's left wrist flicked and the fingers curled, something Trinity may have noticed when he was nervous in the real world. The movement caused fire to arch from his hand and solidifly into a blindingly bright silver sword with fire still crawling over the blade.

If Trinity cared to examine it's code she would see two anomolies, one malignant(the Antichrist) and one belevolent(the Angel). The codes worked in unison in Snake's hand.

He moved toward Cypher at speeds that he should not have been able to. The swordpoint found it's way to Cypher's neck, the heat already singing the collar of his shirt.

There are worse things then death.

Snake spoke quietly with a deadly, cold calm to his voice.

[trinity_matrix3]

Trinity froze in her tracks when Snake appeared next to Cypher with a sword in his hand. Her mouth formed and 'o' in surprise, this she hadn't seen before, this she hadn't noticed in the complex code

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake stayed on Cypher not even hearing what he said. Snake was to angry to hear anything except Trinity's whisper. Snake nodded and the sword disappeared as he turned to her. His face was still creased with a heavy, hatefilled grimace that was only now starting to fade. He gave her an apologentic look remembering what he felt the first time he woke from here.

The door.

He motioned toward the door at the far end of the room. You can leave there but I've got to walk back to the battlefield.

[trinity_matrix3]

Trinity nodded slowly, only half aware of her surroundings. Feeling a peaceful detachment that only numbness can bring she somehow found herself at the door. Looking back at the room and Cypher she threw him a cold look which was met with a smug smile.

'See you soon, Trin.'

Snake was going to head back to the battlefield. 'Be careful,' she cautioned.

Walking through the door Trinity held her breath hoping to open her eyes and find herself outside of hell.

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer had kept a vigilance over their progress through his realm. The time approached and he resumed his place beside Trinity. Again the soothing hand brushed her forehead.

Wake child.

[trinity_matrix3]

Her eyes fluttered open. She stares momentarily at the ceiling before surveying her surroundings again. With Lucifer next to her she quickly props herself on her elbows. Her soul feels heavy and tired from what she has just seen and learned, but she looks over to Snake concerned.

'When does he wake up?'

[the_rebel_son]

Relax child. Lucifer's hand weighed heavily on her shoulder. He will join us later. Snake must find the strength to will his own life to continue. You can not aid his return. YOu should rest while you have the opportunity.

[trinity_matrix3]

Trinity nodded but kept Snake in the corner of her eye. She sat up on the couch not sure what to make of everything she had seen. If hell was a reality she wondered if there were others. Looking at Lucifer she asked,'was it real...what I saw? Was it real or a projection of my own fears?'

[the_rebel_son]

Her words were the same as every other individual granted access to Hell before it was their time.

Both. Hell is a place, a prison for those God finds unworthy. The prison is real. The bars and the shackles are what you make of them.

[trinity_matrix3]

'The prison is real', she repeated lowly letting the words sink in. She knew the feeling of entrapment well and fought against it with every fiber of her body. The prison is real. She thought of Zion and felt sick.

Her head couldn't grasp which questions it wanted to ask as they all swam around in her head. 'Is every reality...a prison? Heaven,' She didn't believe in it but Zion was as close as it came in terms of freedom, or so she had thought, 'is a prison also?'

Raising an eyebrow she questioned, 'God?'

[the_rebel_son]

Inherently, yes. He stood with fluid grace and resumed his place in the chair he had occupied when they arrived.

You are trapped here because you are alive. You can die and go to where it is you are destined to go. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Hades; all the same once you strip away the culture. Sometimes it is possible to by pass death like you have this day.

He reclined interested in Trinity's reaction and the subtleties of her changing expressions.

God is the creator, my creator, his creator. Motioning to Snake his expression hinted at confusion. Oddly not his princess' creator. She was born from the hands of another.

What is it you wish to know of the Creator child?

[trinity_matrix3]

'Why inherently?' She looked at him thinking over the things that he was telling her. Glancing back at Snake again she felt uncomfortable knowing that he was still making his way through his hell. Growing concerned, she hoped he was alright.

'But when I die and end up going to..' She stopped briefly, never having thought about where she would go, if she would go anywhere, when she died, 'where ever it is that I am going, I still won't be free? There is always something that governs over us?'

She titled her head to the side when he mentioned the Creator...she couldn't help thinking of the Architect, of Neo, of the machine god that Neo mentioned fighting.
Sighing she pressed her lips together. 'It's just that I understand the terms that you talking about but my experiance of them are much different then you would know.'

[the_rebel_son]

Is the natural order prison? Birth to death and perhaps rebirth, does that make a prison or a pattern?

He was inquisitive and curious as to what her answer would be to the proposed question.

Even a creator has something which governs his or her hand. Freedom can go only so far before you find you are thrust into chaos. War and even destrucion has order though many can not see past the devestation.

His lips curled into a soft smile.

We all see the world differently. You could see as I do or as Snake does. Our way is not yours and it should not be. Perhaps that is where you may find the freedom you seek. Would you like to see as he does before he awakens?