Hey folks. A while back I wrote some popular fan-fics on the Game-winners forum. One based on Metal Gear Solid and the other on GTA:Vice City. As a massive Matrix fan I've decided to put my creativity to the test once more. Hope you enjoy!!


The rain fell like lines of falling code. The wind, a false contrivance, was still bitterly cold.
Stood in the dark, his body and face shadowed in black, he stood silently, un-moving...watching. And waiting. He thumbed the trigger of the gun beneath his trench-coat, carefully un-hinging the saftey catch.
Methodically he pulled out the pistol, slowly and calculating. The process and his thinking he noted, were more machine now than human.
Holding the firarm steadily between two leather-gloved hands he arced his eyes upward toward the right-hand balcony of the buildings 2nd floor window. A shadow passed beneath the curtains. It was her. He knew it.
He calculated his options. He could either storm the place or wait for her to come out. His mind was undecided as he noticed the fading glimmer of light in the window. She was leaving the building. He decided to follow...to see where she went.
He walked out of the alleyway and retreated into the dry warmth of his car, a jet-black bentley parked outside the front door of the girl's building.
After a time the target came outside the building and began hailing a taxi. As she did so he watched her intently, noticing the pale milky skin, the honey blond hair and the piercing blue eyes. He liked her. It was a shame. In the dark recesses of his once moral human mind he felt a twang of pity and regret.
As she stepped into the Taxi and sped away he followed. She was probably going to Them. To learn the "Truth." He had chosen that path once. Been down that road. But the one he now travelled on was different. He'd discovered a new truth. And because of it he was here.
He looked down at the gun, now resting menacingly on the plush leather car seats. He smiled, an inhuman grin, laced with menace. She would not reach Them...she would not be un-plugged. She would be deleted...

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The Bentley sped swiftly through the night in pursuit of its target. Behind the wheel its driver smiled.
The winding roads he travered through the city he mused, were like the winding road of destiny. Numerous, some seperate, some overlapping, parrallel or entwined.
The Machines did their best to control destiny while creating an illusion of choice. This, he pondered, probably worked within the confines of the Matrix. But in the real world he was free to make his own choice. And because of his choice, his destiny, if there was such a thing, was now entwined with the Machines.
The car in front sped up rapidly. They probably noticed they were being tailed. He pictured the scene inside the car; the rebels panicking, the target becoming confused and frightened as to why the world seemed to be against her, and why so many things were wierd and different. She would be questioning her reality. Because of that inquisitiveness she would be killed. One less threat to the system.
He put his foot down hard and shot forward, easily making up the ground between himself and the target. Enough with tailing them, he'd made his choice.
He wound down the window, pelted in the face by ice-cold bullets of rain. He wouldn't let it put him off. After all, the rain wasn't even real.
Focus.
He picked up the gun from the leather seat and with one hand on the wheel brought his other arm out of the window, clutching the pistol in a vice like grip. The gun glinted visciously in the passing city lights, shimmering as the rain splashed against it. The weapon was beautiful, deadly.
He aimed the firearm toward's the fleeing car, drawing a bead on the tyres. With a defeaning blast and a blinding light the gun spewed forth its load, the silver bullet travelling with a grace unequalled by its tremendous speed. With a satisfying pop it tore through the left-hand rear car tyre, and with a rapid expulsion of air the rubber around the axel began to shrink.
The car in front began to slide eratically, its driver struggling to maintain control.
In retaliation to his attack he noticed the menacing face of a machine gun muzzle as it poked its ugly head out from the open window of the car in front, drawing a line toward his head.
The battle was joined...

When in battle situations such as this he had learned to focus. It was a natural gift, enhanced by the Agent programming he had allowed himself to be subjected to.
As the blinding light of muzzle flashes lit up the air, and the staccato crackle of gunfire roared out into the night, time began to slow.
He could see the bullets coming toward him. They were beautiful. Each slug like a shining star as the city lights reflected off their cool metal surface. The first two bullets ploughed gracefully into the bonnet with a dull metallic klink. The following bullets sprayed upward in a majestic deadly arc and slowly began coming toward him. He ducked down and watched as the bullets shot through the glass and sailed past high over his head, some tearing through the back leather seats and a couple making an exit through the rear window.
Far away he could hear the dull thud of muzzle fire as more bullets were released. They tore through what was left of the windscreen, shattering it into thousands of small glass shards, each splinter twisting slowly as it fell to earth, refracting the light from passing streetlights and making the car glow white with an eerie luminescence. He heard more klinks of metal as the remaining bullets shot into the bonnet, and looked up to see a billowing cloud of acrid black smoke begin to rise upward into the night. The engine had been hit.
The sound of gunfire ceased abruptly as the shooter retreated back into the car to reload. He could easily dodge another onslaught but the Bentley was in much worse shape.
Now was the time to strike.
Time returned to normal as he cocked his gun and aimed toward the rear car window of the motor in front. Mercilessly he shot the full chamber through the glass. He heard muffled screams above the cackle of gunfire, screams he guessed were from his target. The car suddenly slid across the road, narrowly avoiding collision with a vehicle on the opposite side. He'd shot the driver. Out of control it flew off the road, over the sidewalk and blindly into an alleyway, pursued tightly by the man in the Bentley. The alley was a dead end.
With horrifying precision the car sped into the brickwall, the front of the car smashing violently against the granite, its bonnet and lights shattered in an instant. The front end of the vehicle cruched up with the force of impact creating metal waves that matched those that shot outward like a ripple from the center of the smash, as the Matrix code was distorted.
With a hiss the engine began to smoke and as he got out of his car he could smell leaking petrol. He aimed his gun toward the wreckage, anticipating survivors. As he got nearer the car he realised he was wrong. There were no survivors. The driver was slumped over the wheel, a hole in the back of his head and the front of his face missing. The shooter had flown through the window on impact and had ploughed into the wall, her body now lay in a crumpled and bloody, twisted heap on the top of the bonnet. He recognised her face. He had known her once.
The girl was in the back seat, but shocked he realised she wasnt dead. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. He pointed the gun toward her forhead. He closed his eyes.
"Im sorry," he said.
And he shot...

He stood silently by the wreckage, weaping. He was still human. The machines couldn't feel guilt. He had sold out and betrayed his species. And now he was once more a slave to them, a perfect weapon carrying out their will within the Matrix.
How had it come to this? Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the answer to that question.
His phone rang sharply, jolting him out of his thoughts.
The cold, metallic voice told him rebels were closing in on his position. For a moment he contemplated staying but decided against it.
Swiftly he dissapeared into the shadows, pursuing a hardline back to 01. His guilt pursued him as he ran, demanding answers. To answer he had to go back to the beginning.
Back to when it all started...

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He'd always known something wasn't right about the world. Somehow he could feel it. He felt out of place, detached from reality as if his mind was one place but his body was somewhere else. Ironically he wasnt far from the truth.
Like all the others he had questioned his reality. And like many he lived in a world of computers. He spent every waking hour searching for others like him, those that felt like he did, that wanted an answer as to why it felt more real when they dreamt than when they were awake.
His search had led him to many names. Morpheus, Trinity and Neo were the most frequent. He assumed them to be hacker aliases; he went by the name Loki, the Norse god of mischief.
Many times he would converse with these hackers, Neo in particular. They often called him, somehow breaking into his computer. Neo had told him about the Matrix. Told him that he had to be free of it. He never said what the Matrix was. He merely told him that he had to see it for himself.
Neo had said there were many more like him, all seeking the same answer. He'd told him that he was here to help, to save him from slavery. To free his mind.
He'd met him on a wet, rainy night down a secluded alleyway. He'd asked him if he felt ready to know the truth. Loki had told him "yes," he was tired of feeling trapped and disembodied without knowing why.
Neo had turned to him, and said simply..."Free your mind." Then, as if powering up some unseen energy or force, he leaned downward toward the ground. Around his feet the floor began to expand outward in a ripple and as he brought his body up straight he shot up into the air, unbelievably fast, like a bullet.
Loki couldnt believe it. He was dreaming. Neo had just flown. But it didn't feel like a dream. Something stirred within him.
As Neo returned to earth Loki asked him. "How the hell did you do that?!"
"How do you know the difference between a dream and the real world?" Neo adressed him. "Have you ever dreamt a dream that was so real, you couldnt decide if you were sleeping or still awake. And what if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dreamworld and the real-world? Your life as you know it is a dream. You need to wake up to reality."
"What are you talking about?"
"We're out of time. They're coming for us."
"Who are?"
"Come with me." Neo walked up to him and grabbed him firmly beneath both arms. And before he knew it he was soaring above the city with his saviour. Soaring toward the truth...

I like your style...very descriptive...and you've got a great pace to your story...it feels very....noir. I like it a lot...keep going!!!

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