"You sure this is the place?"
"Definately Sir... he should be arriving in exactly 5 minutes..."
"Excellent"
Phonebooths. He had gone his entire bluepill existance without paying them much heed... As a child, he'd frequently call up directory services and have a giggle... he smiled faintly as he recalled his favourite joke
"Oh excuse me, operator, is there a train on the line? I'm sorry? Well then you had best get off it then!"
Ah... the lost innocence of youth...
"Daakus.. you're absolutely sure this is the right place?"
King scowled towards his young understudy with unrepentant distain - the man cowered before him, it was unsettling... and only further fuelled his frustration, his burning anger...
"Yes Sir - I am sure" came a weak response, tone laced with an uncertainty that lacked conviction.
"I hope for your sake that it is..." Daakus knew... he knew that if his information was wrong that he would be punished... King sense this in him and let a forced smile break its way onto his face as he turned to the slender woman propping herself up against his shoulder...
"Euphraxia darling... call Ethros, ensure he is prepared..."
Looking deeply into her eyes, he felt a surge of doubt enveloping his stomach, clouding his thoughts... what was he doing here?! Why was he... how could he do these things.... how could he make her....
Blinking rapidly he snapped back his consciousness, it swept over him with vigor - refocusing his stare on the idle phonebooth...
A slight crackling sound reverberated in the air...
He was coming...
Almost here...
Without breaking his poise to look directly at his friends... his... henchmen... standing at either side of him, his voice broke with a solitary word, spoken with a searing hint of menace...
"Showtime..."
As he spoke, a flurry of code shivered in front of him, a thin and fragile figure fading into view... a redpill...
King adjusted himself as he stepped forward with a wide smile on his face - the mask which he had become so fond of no longer covered his mouth, no longer hid the emotion that so often had betrayed him...
He approached the kid with warmth... a thin, pale and frightened young man... 'pod-fresh' - released into the Matrix for the very first time.
Extending a hand, King tilited his head ever so slightly, as he addressed his visitor.
"Good to see you operative... welcome to the Cause of Zion..."
Message Edited by kingcaw on 10-03-2005 01:21 AM
'Lo, the masquerade unfurls
Puppets dancing in the wind
Silver strings.. fragile.. frail
Lights down, the music ends...
Sever these strings I beg you not,
For the puppets will not dance alone...
Bring down the master if you shall...
And lo, the show must go on.'
King's eyes wandered carefully over the scrap of paper resting in the palm of his hands - beads of sweat rolling defiantely down his furrowed brow. Impervious to the voices raised in anger in the adjacent room, his mind in overdrive, peicing together a puzzle he was certain was beyond his reach.
He was a simple man. Nothing more, nothing less... there was no genius inside... this was verging out of his depth, but he knew...he felt obliged... to see it thrrough...
He sat slumped in the chair, exhausted with his thoughts, until this facade of mental polarity was abruptly interupted. His cohorts, Euphraxia and Daakus, had moved their arguement into the arena of Kings gaze - demanding... begging for his attention. He dutifly obliged...
"What in the hell are you two arguing about now?"
Sir... Miss Euphraxia is claiming that the failure of our last experiment was my fault Sir... you know it wasn't Sir... you know..."
King had heard enough... he had heard this argument repeat itself in an endless cycle... 5 redpills slain in the name of research... 5 failed experiments... he interjected himself, if only to save the air around him being endlessly polluted by this droning...
"Daakus... Euphraxia... this is no-one's fault... The Machines programmed this place with such a degree of intricacy that it staggers the human mind to ever attempt to peel back layers further than we have already done so in our awakening..."
Euphraxia and Daakus stood, dumbfounded... they had surely expected King to fly off the handle... he was not know for his level-headedness... for his insight... and this only went to further amplify the significance of their work...
"...We have come further than most... we have enough knowledge of what will NOT work... we now need to utlise this to determine what WILL work..."
####TRACE SYPHON INITIATED...
####SOCKET 831J CONNECTING.... CONNECTED...
~~~### "Are you sure you want to do this?" ###~~~
####<<IDENT1: ...Error...
~~~### "As sure as i'll ever be..." ###~~~
####<<IDENT2: ...Indent Stalled - Unclear transmission...
~~~### "This transcends anything you have done before now... this is murder... these are real people... real lives you are taking... are you ready for that?" ###~~~
####<<IDENT1: ...Fatal Error...
~~~### ".... I... I do what must be done..." ###~~~
~~~### "Very well, take this... take them all... and may God have mercy on your soul..." ###~~~
####<<IDENT1: ...Fatal Error - Aborting Ident1...
Never Thought (Reprisal)
I never thought id love like this Desperately anticipating your kiss My heart skips a beat Swept off my feet So caring, so understanding, so sweet I never thought Id fall for you Knowing it never could come true Plaguing my mind, all night, all day But yet, I don’t want this to go away I’ve found a love so strong and need it to stay I never thought id feel the way i do My heart warms when i think of you You’re truly the only one for me I feel so open, feel so...........free And now I’m lying here, i take a look At the feelings I’m pouring out into a book My world, my life, my heart you have took. So many more things I want to say And I’ll get to let them loose, someday You must understand that you are my world And soon our secret will start to unfurl Who knows how, who knows when, who knows where And to be quite frank, i don’t really care Nothing else matters as long as your there.
(Anon)
Message Edited by kingcaw on 10-08-2005 07:51 PM
"The kill-code's are set Sir"
"Excellent... inform Espi I will be busy this evening... this is a project he is most intruiged with... we cannot fail"
"Okay.... Can I ask something Sir?"
"Sure..."
"How many die tonight?"
"Six bullets, six targets.... is the trace locked?"
"Yes sir, I have checked it myself..."
"Good.... the window of opportunity is small.... we have no way of knowing what will become of them should we miss it..."
"I understand.... have fun Sir..."
"Fun?... I wouldn't dream of it."
Message Edited by kingcaw on 10-09-2005 09:51 PM
Her mind wondering…her thoughts deep…she met him…she told him.
She wanted to tell him for so long, but could not. She was afraid of the consequences…the repercussion…she was afraid of King…
A chill runs down her back at the sound of his name seeping from her lips…she shakes her head in disgust.
He has no power over me any more…his strings from me have been cut…I am no longer afraid of him…he will never hurt me again.
A slight chuckle slips from her mouth…He has seen it this night…I stood up to him…disobeyed him…and it felt “GOOD”…his power over me diminished.
Now the rest of them can see his cruelty…his insanity…he is falling apart.
I know…
He thinks I have no clue what I am talking about, but he is sorely mistaking.
His heart…his mind…has not been with me for some time. I know it lies with someone else…but who…I have my notions…if it is so…then…then…
Her mind clears…her thoughts focus on…him…
A soft warm smile sweeps across her lips…her heart beats rapidly…she is happy…
She whispers to an empty room, “Amor de dos”
She closes her eyes and dreams…
Message Edited by Euphraxia69 on 10-13-2005 03:49 PM
Message Edited by RealJamicus on 10-14-2005 02:26 AM
