Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Matrix ❯ The Matrix- Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Neo Rabbit 
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Sci-fi / Martial Arts / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.26.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 759 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Sci-fi / Martial Arts / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.26.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 759 | Status: Work In Progress
Cut To:
Int.
A bank of monitors show manic in a interrogation room. Under green tench light, he sits at a table opposite an empty chair.
(Door opens)
3 agents walk in. They moved slowly around the room eyeing manic.
(Door closes)
Snively drops a think green file folder onto the table. He sits down and unwraps a string from the folder. Like Sleet and dingo, he wears his suit coat buttoned over a crist white shirt. A silver bar clipped to his dark tie. Gazing through sleek rectangular sunglasses, snively slips through the pages in manic's file. Manic sneaks a look then looks away.
Snively: As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Hedgehog. It seems that you've been living 2 lives. (paused) In one life, you're Manny T. Hedgehog, program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you...help your landlady carry out her garbage. (paused) The other life is lived in computers where you go by the hacker alias "Manic" and are guilty of virtually every computer crime we have a law for. One of these lives have a future...(closes file)...And one of them does not. I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr. Hedgehog. You're here because we need your help. (takes off sunglasses) We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual, a hedgehog who calls himself "Shadow." Whatever you think you know about this hedgehog is irrelevent. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous hedgehog alive. (leans, crosses fingers) My colleagues believe that I am wasting my time with you, but I believe you wish to do the right thing. We're willing to wipe the slate clean. (moves folder aside) Give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice.
Manic: (slight nod) Yeah. Wow, that sounds like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about...I give you the finger...(sticks out middle finger)
Snively: Hmm.
Manic: ...and you give me my phone call.
Snively: (takes glasses, puts it on) Oh, Mr. Hedgehog...you disappoint me.
Manic: You can't scare me with this gestapo crap. I know my rights. I want my phone call.
Snively: Tell me, Mr. Hedgehog...(leans)...What good is a phone call if you're unable to speak?
Manic glances nervously at Sleet behind him. He tries to open his mouth and suck in his lip, then his lips stick together and stretch like chewing gum.
Manic: Munh...
Snively grins as manic's mouth vanishes.
Manic: Mmmf!
Manic leaps up. Snively sits back and smiles. Manic touches the bare skin covering his mouth.
Manic: (muffled yelling)
Sleet and Dingo grabbed manic, ripped open his shirt, and threw him onto the table. Manic tries to fight back but got held down by the 2 agents. Snively took out a small box.
Snively: You're going to help us, Mr. Hedgehog...whether you want to or not.
He holds a dark size metal device and clicks on a tiny red light.
(Buzzing)
The device lengthens and transforms into a translusive shell. An insect bursted out as manic saw this in shock.
Manic: (muffled yelling)
Snively placed the squirming foot long insect onto manic's bare stomach. The insect zips its wrinkling tentacles into manic's belly button. Then, burls in his whole body. Manic struggles as the insect's tail slopes on his abdomen. Then disappears inside.
Cut To:
Int.
Manic: (jerks up) Aah! (panting)
Manic wakes up in his own bed. He touches his lips and teeth. They're normal. Dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, he feels his flat stomach.
(Thunder)
He glances around the apartment then slopes back in bed.
Manic: Oh! (sighs)
(Ring)
(Ring)
He goes to the phone.
(Ring)
Manic: (answers, puts receiver to ear)
Shadow: (from phone) This line is tapped, so I must be brief. They got to you first, but they've underestimated how important you are. If they knew what I know, you would probably be dead.
Manic: (on phone) What are you talking about? What--What is happening to me?
Shadow: (from phone) You are the one, manic. You see, you may have spent the last few years looking for me, but I've spent my entire life looking for you. Now, do you still want to meet?
Manic: (paused, on phone) Yes.
Shadow: (from phone) Then go to the adams street bridge.
Cut To:
Ext. Bridge
Later that night, manic stands under a dark bridge protected from a heavy rain. A black sedan pulls up and bunnie opens the door.
Bunnie: Get in.
She slides across the back seat. Manic climbs in beside her. As the car takes off, a furry in the front seat points an automatic handgun at manic's face. That furry was Hershey T. Cat.
Hershey: (cocks gun)
Manic: (sees it) What the hell is this?
Bunnie: It's necessary, manic, for our protection.
Manic: From what?
Bunnie: From you.
(Thunder)
Hershey: Take off your shirt.
Manic: (looks at her) What?
Hershey: (to driver) Stop the car.
Hershey watches manic down the barrel of her gun.
Hershey: Listen to me, coppertop. We don't have time for 20 questions. Right now, there's only one rule--Our way or the highway.
Manic looks at bunnie who offers a slight nod.
Manic: (looks at hershey) Fine.
Manic opens the door and was about to leave when bunnie pulled him back.
Bunnie: Please, manic, you have to trust me.
Manic: (looks at her) Why?
Bunnie: Because you have been down the-uh, manic. You know that road.
Manic: (looks at the streets)
Bunnie: You know exactly where it ends. And ah know that's not whe-uh you wanna be.
Manic shuts the door.
(Thunder)
Bunnie glances at the driver as they take off into the rain.
Bunnie: Trevor, lights.
Bunnie pulls out an electronic aparatus.
Bunnie: (to manic) Lie back. Lift up ya'll shirt.
Manic bares his stomach.
Manic: What is that thing?
Bunnie: We think you're bugged.
They plugged the aparatus into the car's cigarette lighter. Bunnie places one end over manic's belly button.
Bunnie: Try and Relax.
Metal pinchers gripped manic's abdomen. Bunnie operates a hand grip and watches the monitor.
Bunnie: Come on. Come on.
Manic: (grunting)
Hershey: It's on the move.
Manic: Oh, my god.
Something squirms under manic's skin.
Bunnie: Oh, shit.
The monitor shows an insect.
Hershey: You're gonna lose it.
Bunnie: No, ah'm not. Cle-uh.
Manic looks at bunnie before electricity arks around manic's flesh as bunnie hits a button.
Manic: (in pain) Aah! God! Hurts!
The insect shoots out manic's belly button and into a glass tube.
Manic: (sees it, shocked) Jesus christ! That thing's real!
Bunnie pulls the aparatus off and dubs the squirming blood soaked insect out the window.
(Buzzing)
On the pavement, the metal bug with red light fades out. The black sedan pulls up to an old apartment building.
(Thunder)
Rain cascadesoff its dark brick.
Cut To:
Int.
Bunnie and Manic up winding staircase. Grime yellows the checker board floor tile. In a hallway with faded elegant wood paintings, they stop at a set of double doors.
Bunnie: This is it.
Manic: (exhales)
Bunnie: Let me give you one piece of advice. Be Honest. He knows more than you can imagine.
Cut To:
Int.
Inside, a tall black hedgehog turns around to face them.
(Thunder)
He wears sunglasses and a full-length black leather coat.
(Door closes)
Shadow: At last.
They both approach each other.
Shadow: We lcome, manic. As you no doubt have guessed...I am Shadow.
Manic: (extends hand) It's an honor to meet you.
Shadow: (takes it) No...the honor is mine. Please, come. Sit.
Manic sits in one of two grimey red letter arm chairs. He watches shadow warily then eyes a glass of water on a small table.
(Door closes)
Shadow leads bunnie out. Then thrives back across the dim delabidated room.
Shadow: I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like alice...tumbling down a rabbit hole, hmm?
Manic: You could say that.
Shadow: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a hedgehog who excepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you fate, manic?
Manic: No.
Shadow: Why not?
Manic: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control with my life.
Shadow: I know exactly what you mean. (sits down)
Shadow fingers a small metal bottle.
Shadow: Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind. It is this feeling that has brought you here to me.
Manic: (paused)
Shadow: Do you know what I'm talking about?
Manic: The Matrix?
Shadow: (paused) Do you want to know what it is?
Manic: (nods)
Shadow: The matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel when you go to work...when you go to church...when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over our eyes to blind you from the truth.
Manic: What truth?
Shadow: (leans forward) That you are a slave, manic. Like everyone else, you were born into a bondage, born in a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison...for your mind.
Manic: (paused)
Shadow: (leans back, sighs) Unfortunately, no one can be told what the matrix is.
He opens a small metal box.
Shadow: You have to see it for yourself.
He took something from the box into his hands. He leans forward and manic slinks back into his chair.
Shadow: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. (opens right hand) You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed, and believe whatever you want to believe. (opens left hand) You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
He holds one pill in each of his open palm. Manic reaches for the red pill.
Shadow: Remember...all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more.
Reflected in shadow's dark glasses, manic takes the red pill. He puts it in his mouth and lift the water glass.
(Thunder)
Shadow smiles as manic drinks it down.
Shadow: Follow me. (gets up)
Manic: (does same)
Cut To:
Int.
They join into another room.
Shadow: (to trevor, extends hand) Trevor, are we on-line?
Nack: (hands him cellphone)
Trevor: Almost.
Trevor Mouse sits at a bank of computer monitors.
Shadow: Time is always against us. (gestures) Please, take a seat there.
Hershey takes manic's coat. He sits down and bunnie puts an electrode on his arm. Staying next to trevor, nack peers in to a viewing device. Shadow places a phone handset in a modem cradle. Manic turns to bunnie.
Manic: You did all this?
Bunnie: Mm-hmm.
A machine spins the phone's rotary dial.
Shadow: The pill you took is part of the trace program. It' design to disrupt your input/output carrier signal so we can pinpoint on your location.
Manic: What does that mean?
Nack: (looks at him) It means buckle your seatbelt dorothy, 'cause kansas is going bye-bye.
(Thunder)
Hershey shoots him a grin. Manic stares at the pour. Wearing a black T-shirt, he sticks in the chair and swallows hard. Manic relaxes his shoulders and turns to look at a full length mirror beside him. In the mirror of cracked glass, manic's mouth is missing from his face. He leans forward beyond the crack and the glass reflects his full face. Slack-jawwed, he watches the crack in the mirror melt away. He looks at the others.
Manic: Did you--
Bunnie glances at shadow. Manic touches the mirror. The glass wiggles like jello then sticks to his fingertips.
Shadow: Have you ever had a dream, manic, that you were so sure was real?
(Thunder)
Shadow: What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Manic: (looks at hand, shocked) This can't be.
Shadow: Be what? Be real?
The glass creeps up his arm filling him in a silvery coat.
Bunnie: He's going into replication.
Shadow: Trevor.
Trevor: Still nothing.
Manic: It's cold. It's cold.
The liquid glass coats manic's shoulder then moves up his neck.
Shadow: (opens cellphone, on phone) Tails, we're going to need a signal soon.
Bunnie: Ah got a fibrillation.
Shadow: Trevor, location.
Trevor: Targeting almost there.
The glass covers manic's chin and creeps to his open mouth.
Bunnie: He's going into arrest.
Trevor: Lock, I got him.
Shadow: (on phone) Now, tails, now.
Manic: Aah!
The glass spills into manic's mouth and coats his throat.
(Darkness)
Int.
A bank of monitors show manic in a interrogation room. Under green tench light, he sits at a table opposite an empty chair.
(Door opens)
3 agents walk in. They moved slowly around the room eyeing manic.
(Door closes)
Snively drops a think green file folder onto the table. He sits down and unwraps a string from the folder. Like Sleet and dingo, he wears his suit coat buttoned over a crist white shirt. A silver bar clipped to his dark tie. Gazing through sleek rectangular sunglasses, snively slips through the pages in manic's file. Manic sneaks a look then looks away.
Snively: As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Hedgehog. It seems that you've been living 2 lives. (paused) In one life, you're Manny T. Hedgehog, program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you...help your landlady carry out her garbage. (paused) The other life is lived in computers where you go by the hacker alias "Manic" and are guilty of virtually every computer crime we have a law for. One of these lives have a future...(closes file)...And one of them does not. I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr. Hedgehog. You're here because we need your help. (takes off sunglasses) We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual, a hedgehog who calls himself "Shadow." Whatever you think you know about this hedgehog is irrelevent. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous hedgehog alive. (leans, crosses fingers) My colleagues believe that I am wasting my time with you, but I believe you wish to do the right thing. We're willing to wipe the slate clean. (moves folder aside) Give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice.
Manic: (slight nod) Yeah. Wow, that sounds like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about...I give you the finger...(sticks out middle finger)
Snively: Hmm.
Manic: ...and you give me my phone call.
Snively: (takes glasses, puts it on) Oh, Mr. Hedgehog...you disappoint me.
Manic: You can't scare me with this gestapo crap. I know my rights. I want my phone call.
Snively: Tell me, Mr. Hedgehog...(leans)...What good is a phone call if you're unable to speak?
Manic glances nervously at Sleet behind him. He tries to open his mouth and suck in his lip, then his lips stick together and stretch like chewing gum.
Manic: Munh...
Snively grins as manic's mouth vanishes.
Manic: Mmmf!
Manic leaps up. Snively sits back and smiles. Manic touches the bare skin covering his mouth.
Manic: (muffled yelling)
Sleet and Dingo grabbed manic, ripped open his shirt, and threw him onto the table. Manic tries to fight back but got held down by the 2 agents. Snively took out a small box.
Snively: You're going to help us, Mr. Hedgehog...whether you want to or not.
He holds a dark size metal device and clicks on a tiny red light.
(Buzzing)
The device lengthens and transforms into a translusive shell. An insect bursted out as manic saw this in shock.
Manic: (muffled yelling)
Snively placed the squirming foot long insect onto manic's bare stomach. The insect zips its wrinkling tentacles into manic's belly button. Then, burls in his whole body. Manic struggles as the insect's tail slopes on his abdomen. Then disappears inside.
Cut To:
Int.
Manic: (jerks up) Aah! (panting)
Manic wakes up in his own bed. He touches his lips and teeth. They're normal. Dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, he feels his flat stomach.
(Thunder)
He glances around the apartment then slopes back in bed.
Manic: Oh! (sighs)
(Ring)
(Ring)
He goes to the phone.
(Ring)
Manic: (answers, puts receiver to ear)
Shadow: (from phone) This line is tapped, so I must be brief. They got to you first, but they've underestimated how important you are. If they knew what I know, you would probably be dead.
Manic: (on phone) What are you talking about? What--What is happening to me?
Shadow: (from phone) You are the one, manic. You see, you may have spent the last few years looking for me, but I've spent my entire life looking for you. Now, do you still want to meet?
Manic: (paused, on phone) Yes.
Shadow: (from phone) Then go to the adams street bridge.
Cut To:
Ext. Bridge
Later that night, manic stands under a dark bridge protected from a heavy rain. A black sedan pulls up and bunnie opens the door.
Bunnie: Get in.
She slides across the back seat. Manic climbs in beside her. As the car takes off, a furry in the front seat points an automatic handgun at manic's face. That furry was Hershey T. Cat.
Hershey: (cocks gun)
Manic: (sees it) What the hell is this?
Bunnie: It's necessary, manic, for our protection.
Manic: From what?
Bunnie: From you.
(Thunder)
Hershey: Take off your shirt.
Manic: (looks at her) What?
Hershey: (to driver) Stop the car.
Hershey watches manic down the barrel of her gun.
Hershey: Listen to me, coppertop. We don't have time for 20 questions. Right now, there's only one rule--Our way or the highway.
Manic looks at bunnie who offers a slight nod.
Manic: (looks at hershey) Fine.
Manic opens the door and was about to leave when bunnie pulled him back.
Bunnie: Please, manic, you have to trust me.
Manic: (looks at her) Why?
Bunnie: Because you have been down the-uh, manic. You know that road.
Manic: (looks at the streets)
Bunnie: You know exactly where it ends. And ah know that's not whe-uh you wanna be.
Manic shuts the door.
(Thunder)
Bunnie glances at the driver as they take off into the rain.
Bunnie: Trevor, lights.
Bunnie pulls out an electronic aparatus.
Bunnie: (to manic) Lie back. Lift up ya'll shirt.
Manic bares his stomach.
Manic: What is that thing?
Bunnie: We think you're bugged.
They plugged the aparatus into the car's cigarette lighter. Bunnie places one end over manic's belly button.
Bunnie: Try and Relax.
Metal pinchers gripped manic's abdomen. Bunnie operates a hand grip and watches the monitor.
Bunnie: Come on. Come on.
Manic: (grunting)
Hershey: It's on the move.
Manic: Oh, my god.
Something squirms under manic's skin.
Bunnie: Oh, shit.
The monitor shows an insect.
Hershey: You're gonna lose it.
Bunnie: No, ah'm not. Cle-uh.
Manic looks at bunnie before electricity arks around manic's flesh as bunnie hits a button.
Manic: (in pain) Aah! God! Hurts!
The insect shoots out manic's belly button and into a glass tube.
Manic: (sees it, shocked) Jesus christ! That thing's real!
Bunnie pulls the aparatus off and dubs the squirming blood soaked insect out the window.
(Buzzing)
On the pavement, the metal bug with red light fades out. The black sedan pulls up to an old apartment building.
(Thunder)
Rain cascadesoff its dark brick.
Cut To:
Int.
Bunnie and Manic up winding staircase. Grime yellows the checker board floor tile. In a hallway with faded elegant wood paintings, they stop at a set of double doors.
Bunnie: This is it.
Manic: (exhales)
Bunnie: Let me give you one piece of advice. Be Honest. He knows more than you can imagine.
Cut To:
Int.
Inside, a tall black hedgehog turns around to face them.
(Thunder)
He wears sunglasses and a full-length black leather coat.
(Door closes)
Shadow: At last.
They both approach each other.
Shadow: We lcome, manic. As you no doubt have guessed...I am Shadow.
Manic: (extends hand) It's an honor to meet you.
Shadow: (takes it) No...the honor is mine. Please, come. Sit.
Manic sits in one of two grimey red letter arm chairs. He watches shadow warily then eyes a glass of water on a small table.
(Door closes)
Shadow leads bunnie out. Then thrives back across the dim delabidated room.
Shadow: I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like alice...tumbling down a rabbit hole, hmm?
Manic: You could say that.
Shadow: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a hedgehog who excepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you fate, manic?
Manic: No.
Shadow: Why not?
Manic: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control with my life.
Shadow: I know exactly what you mean. (sits down)
Shadow fingers a small metal bottle.
Shadow: Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind. It is this feeling that has brought you here to me.
Manic: (paused)
Shadow: Do you know what I'm talking about?
Manic: The Matrix?
Shadow: (paused) Do you want to know what it is?
Manic: (nods)
Shadow: The matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel when you go to work...when you go to church...when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over our eyes to blind you from the truth.
Manic: What truth?
Shadow: (leans forward) That you are a slave, manic. Like everyone else, you were born into a bondage, born in a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison...for your mind.
Manic: (paused)
Shadow: (leans back, sighs) Unfortunately, no one can be told what the matrix is.
He opens a small metal box.
Shadow: You have to see it for yourself.
He took something from the box into his hands. He leans forward and manic slinks back into his chair.
Shadow: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. (opens right hand) You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed, and believe whatever you want to believe. (opens left hand) You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
He holds one pill in each of his open palm. Manic reaches for the red pill.
Shadow: Remember...all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more.
Reflected in shadow's dark glasses, manic takes the red pill. He puts it in his mouth and lift the water glass.
(Thunder)
Shadow smiles as manic drinks it down.
Shadow: Follow me. (gets up)
Manic: (does same)
Cut To:
Int.
They join into another room.
Shadow: (to trevor, extends hand) Trevor, are we on-line?
Nack: (hands him cellphone)
Trevor: Almost.
Trevor Mouse sits at a bank of computer monitors.
Shadow: Time is always against us. (gestures) Please, take a seat there.
Hershey takes manic's coat. He sits down and bunnie puts an electrode on his arm. Staying next to trevor, nack peers in to a viewing device. Shadow places a phone handset in a modem cradle. Manic turns to bunnie.
Manic: You did all this?
Bunnie: Mm-hmm.
A machine spins the phone's rotary dial.
Shadow: The pill you took is part of the trace program. It' design to disrupt your input/output carrier signal so we can pinpoint on your location.
Manic: What does that mean?
Nack: (looks at him) It means buckle your seatbelt dorothy, 'cause kansas is going bye-bye.
(Thunder)
Hershey shoots him a grin. Manic stares at the pour. Wearing a black T-shirt, he sticks in the chair and swallows hard. Manic relaxes his shoulders and turns to look at a full length mirror beside him. In the mirror of cracked glass, manic's mouth is missing from his face. He leans forward beyond the crack and the glass reflects his full face. Slack-jawwed, he watches the crack in the mirror melt away. He looks at the others.
Manic: Did you--
Bunnie glances at shadow. Manic touches the mirror. The glass wiggles like jello then sticks to his fingertips.
Shadow: Have you ever had a dream, manic, that you were so sure was real?
(Thunder)
Shadow: What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Manic: (looks at hand, shocked) This can't be.
Shadow: Be what? Be real?
The glass creeps up his arm filling him in a silvery coat.
Bunnie: He's going into replication.
Shadow: Trevor.
Trevor: Still nothing.
Manic: It's cold. It's cold.
The liquid glass coats manic's shoulder then moves up his neck.
Shadow: (opens cellphone, on phone) Tails, we're going to need a signal soon.
Bunnie: Ah got a fibrillation.
Shadow: Trevor, location.
Trevor: Targeting almost there.
The glass covers manic's chin and creeps to his open mouth.
Bunnie: He's going into arrest.
Trevor: Lock, I got him.
Shadow: (on phone) Now, tails, now.
Manic: Aah!
The glass spills into manic's mouth and coats his throat.
(Darkness)