Fists Rise to Defend


Fists Rise to Defend

  • AUTHOR: Blake
  • TITLE: Fists Rise to Defend
  • CATEGORY: Drama, Romance
  • RATING: PG-13
  • SUMMARY: Imagine that. Being defended. Being protected. We do not always know exactly what (who) we need. We only think we do.
  • AUTHOR’S NOTES: Playing with dialogue from M1, what words could imply. This may not actually be an AU. Read as you will, but I suggest playing Massive Attack’s Protection as you do.

Fists Rise to Defend

Every night’s the same. You unlock the door, flick on the light, and dump your jacket and briefcase on the floor. You may or may not remember to hang up your suit before the morning, but scuffed is a word that fits you more and more these days. Scuffed shoes, scuffed case, scuffed bruised and aching body.

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Plugs


Plugs

  • AUTHOR: Blake
  • TITLE: Plugs
  • CATEGORY: Drama
  • RATING: PG-13
  • SUMMARY: “Bad dreams aren’t the only things that keep me awake.” Neo muses on the nature of his own private reality.

Plugs

Bad dreams aren’t the only things that keep me awake. It’s the thinking that drives me insane. Often it’s trivial things that plague me, like trying to remember what the nametag had read on some nameless cop’s uniform. Other times I consider more serious questions, trying to unravel the mysteries left to me that others choose to ignore. And on nights like that I’ll lie there with my eyes shut, trying to pretend I’m asleep, while she lies unknowing and peaceful against me. The worst part of that is when some sound will make me open my eyes, I think I see phosphorescence trailing in code along the lines of her neck and arm. I dream in code.

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Walk On


Walk On

  • AUTHOR: Blake
  • TITLE: Walk On
  • CATEGORY: Drama
  • RATING: G
  • SUMMARY: “Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t born a fighter.” Trinity finds a way to come to terms with her past.

Walk On

Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t born a fighter. I haven’t always been the warrior I am now. There was a time, when I was young, when I was intrigued by shadows, not suspicious of them.

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Coded Blood


Coded Blood

  • AUTHOR: Blake
  • TITLE: Coded Blood
  • CATEGORY: XO, OC
  • RATING: PG-13
  • SUMMARY: Jesse goes hunting, but her prey turns out to be more than she is prepared for. (Crossover with Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles)
  • AUTHOR’S NOTES: A Queen of the Damned/Matrix crossover, based on the QOTD movie as well as Anne Rice’s (brilliant) series. I wanted to use an established Matrix character but no-one fit, so Nanu is making another appearance. There’s some fairly suggestive material in here. You’ve been warned.

Coded Blood

Night-time. When Jesse opened her eyes, she found Lestat watching her. He always woke earlier than she did.

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Washing Day


Washing Day

  • AUTHOR: Blake
  • TITLE: Washing Day
  • CATEGORY: Humor, OC
  • RATING: PG
  • SUMMARY: Trinity rolled over, slowly waking up to the sound of Neo humming. “Monday is washing day and ev-ry-bo-dy’s happy…”
  • AUTHOR’S NOTES:
    • This uses characters from my ongoing fic, but it should still make sense even if you haven’t read that. Here’s a reference of the OC’s so you don’t get lost.
      • Nanu – ‘The new girl’, 16, female.
      • Achi – Zion born mechanic, 25, female.
      • Gavin – Matrix born programmer, 20, male.
    • Sorry if anyone sounds out of character, but seeing nobody makes many jokes in the movie they tend to all come out that way.

Washing Day

Trinity rolled over, slowly waking up to the sound of Neo humming.

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Sketches


Sketches

  • AUTHOR: Blake
  • TITLE: Sketches
  • CATEGORY: Drama, Romance
  • RATING: PG
  • SUMMARY: A short pre-during-post movie piece about Trinity. Trinity finds a way to express what she cannot explain to anyone, until she discovers that there is one who will understand.

Sketches

Anger.

Trinity curled up on her bunk, teeth clenching together until her jaw ached. It did little to relieve the stress. It was a violent type of angry, but she swallowed it. She would rather slam her fists against the metal door, tear the thin mattress to shreds or scream until her throat was raw, but it wouldn’t get her out of here any sooner.

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