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Post by Karaa on Jan 19, 2011 10:38:04 GMT -8
Karaa's Bluepill History Part 4 Continued Time Until Awakened: 3 Days, 10 hours, 45 minutes, 59 seconds Location: Mara Church
Alex stared at the man in front of her.
Danny.
He hadn’t surfaced at all since the apartment incident. So why was he here now?
Her gazed flickered over to Trasker who was standing a few feet away glancing nervously at the gun she had pressed against Valaro’s wounded shoulder. Alex returned her attention to Danny, who was quickly making his way down the isle. Alex took a deep breath and cursed, she was out numbered.
“Please Identify, or you will be disconnected.”
The woman’s voice pulled Alex out of her musings.
“This is agent Alex Johnson, badge number –“
Danny stopped halfway down the isle and raise his hands to show he wasn’t carrying a weapon, “Karaa, wait. Let me try to explain-“
Alex paused a moment, explain? Explain what? Murder? Kidnapping? There was nothing he could say, she realized, that would justify what he and his fellows have done.
“Sorry, Danny, you are going away for a long time. I’m going to make sure of it. “ Alex returned her attention to the woman on the other end of the line. “Badge number, eight, three, one – “
“ I have something to say about that!” Valaro rasped out and bucked Alex off of him.
She squeezed the trigger as she fell back. Valaro yelled as the round tore through his side. A string of curse words were flying from his mouth as Alex’s back hit the floor. Trasker jump forward pressing his boot down on her wrist, he reached down grabbed the cell phone and threw it against a wall, in broke apart and fell to the floor pitifully.
Alex gripped her gun tight as she swung it across her body and pressed it flush against Tracker’s lower leg and pulled the trigger. Trasker yelled out and then fell back onto the bench behind him. Alex rolled to the other side and tried to push off the floor but Danny collided with her, sending her to the ground once more, her gun skidding out in front of her. Danny grabbed her shoulder and forced her to flip over onto her back.
“Karaa, just listen!” He begged.
Alex freed one of her hands and smashed the heel of her palm against Danny’s temple; he reared back and Alex place a hard kick against his chest. He fell back awkwardly.
Alex foot slipped as she scrambled forward but she managed to grab her gun as she stumbled upward. She ran forward and hid behind the elaborate alter in the front of the church. Alex took a deep breath and glanced down at her gun. She pulled the clip out and realized she had nine more bullets left. She didn't even hesitate to shoot Valaro or Trasker. A thought tugged at her mind, this should bother me. My lack of hesitation, should bother me. So why doesn't it?
The men’s voices echoed in the church.
“Real winner you picked Dan.” Valaro’s voice was rough but one couldn’t miss the biting sarcasm. “Are you alright?” Danny groaned as he rose and walked over to Valaro as he rubbed the side of his head and chest simultaneously.
“Oh yeah, she only shot me twice!” Valaro responded caustically. Danny ignored Valaro’s comment and looked at Ceege, “Ceege, you ok?”
“Better than Val, I only got shot once.” Ceege smirked. “Great we can all have matching scars now.” Valaro muttered.
“The way that woman uses her gun…” Ceege trailed off.
“I know, it’s like her way of saying hello--Jesus! Dan don’t poke at it!” Dan was hunch over Valaro, inspecting the wound to his side.
“Alright, Val.” Danny said harshly.
“No offense, Dan, but you’re not the one bleeding all over the church floor.” Ceege chimed in.
Valaro laughed loudly before responding, “Oh she’s shot him too. In the leg, right Dan?”
Danny laughed once, “Yeah, in the shoulder too, hurt like a bitch, plus I had to jump out of a window.”
“What the hell is wrong with this chick?” Ceege asked clearly exacerbated, "And why are you trying to recruit her?"
“She’s just resourceful.” Danny offered with a smile.
“That’s a word for it. Not the one I would choose, personally.” Valaro winced as he pulled himself up to rest against the side of a bench.
“Shut it, Valaro.”
“Aye, aye captain.” Valaro responded as closed his eyes.
Alex’s breathing was even as she listened to their conversation. Why aren’t they taking this seriously? Why aren’t they panicking? She thought. More importantly, why aren’t I? Where is the adrenaline? Where is the panic?
She pushed that thought aside and focused on what she had just heard. Danny wanted to recruit her? Why? He wasn't a stupid man, why did he think she would jump ship? That thought disturbed her, so much so that she could almost pretend to be panicked.
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Post by Dee on Jun 1, 2011 2:54:52 GMT -8
June 16th 2002
Two weeks had passed since then. Even though her employers had given her a more active role in the department, she had found herself sitting behind a desk for the most part of it. So much for being promoted, she sighed, looking out the window on the other side of the office. It was pouring rain outside, and the thick fog made it almost impossible to see the other two tall buildings directly in front of her, overlooking the Tabor Plaza.
Jeff's funeral had been held the morning on the day before. Every day until yesterday had been a living nightmare for Stephanie, but that one had been even more painful. That was the day she really realized he was gone for good. There's a difference between knowing something, and understanding it, she thought. I knew he was gone, but yesterday… I really understood what it meant. The loss of Jeff had been destructive for her, and anyone who knew her had already noticed the changes. She had lost her sense of humour, her smile, her joie-de-vivre. She was haunted by fantasies of killing the men responsible, to a point where she would laugh alone in her bed at night, whenever her face became covered by tears. Her mind was a total wreck, and she didn't know how to fix it anymore. She didn't really care. It was normal for people to be depressed when a loved one died, but the entire set of circumstances - the government, Zion, alice in wonderland - was too much to take at once.
For now, she had to concentrate on the culprits; Zion. Even though they had claimed innocence, all the evidence pointed straight at them. Why else would he have been killed on this particular night, at this particular location? Coincidence? Hard to believe, considering his death led her to discover the second pill. Would she have found it, if she hadn't jumped down at the burning wreckage bellow?
And Jeff was merely the tip of the iceberg. Zion, as her superiors had informed her, had been responsible for over a dozen terrorist bombings over the past month. Dozens of civilians had already been killed, and they had a hard time tracing the man directly responsible. But he had revealed himself a few days prior to be none other than the hacker legend Morpheus, a name venerated by the hacker community. She was surprised to learn that he was working with Zion. From what she had heard in the past, the man was apparently very honourable. Nevertheless, he and a bunch of Zion operatives were on a crusade to recover some guy's body from the government, which was held for some reason or another. But nothing could justify bombing facilities with innocent people in them. She had seen the pictures. Entire craters, where nothing bigger than a dime remained. Nothing justified that. Nothing.
Zion had contacted the Bureau shortly after Morpheus' revelation, claiming that his actions were not Zion's, and that he had gone rogue. They were apparently looking for him themselves, but that didn't matter either. Passive terrorist or active terrorist; a criminal is a criminal. She would eventually track them, and make them pay. The government, however, seemed to really think that truce was important, heck, even primordial. She didn't understand why they didn't just mobilize their forces and marched on Zion, reducing their numbers either with handcuffs or bullets.
Her father had a hard time coping with his oldest daughter now too. He was already having so much difficulty dealing with the youngest of the family and her illnesses that Steph's distress over the last two weeks had crushed him. He tried on multiple occasions to get her to open up about Jeff's death, to talk to him, but she wouldn't listen. She was already incapable of describing what she felt to herself, that explaining it to her father would be even worse. So she turned him down, sometimes with anger, sometimes with sadness, sometimes with shear rage. This, of course, hurt him a lot, and a part of her felt very guilty over it. He commented at one point, that even grief shouldn't destroy someone as much as it was destroying her. He was imploring her at one point to tell him the full story, but she didn't listen.
Her sister also took the hit pretty hard. Steph being one of the only people in the world she actually opened up to, and talked to for advice, was now out of commission for a while. And every time she could hear her older sister sobbing, she did the same. It was as if Melissa was a sponge absorbing all the sadness around her. But that sponge was already soaking wet as it is, taking in more would only make her own breakdown inevitably close. Something Prévost also knew, but couldn't cope with at the moment. And she hated herself for it; for being so selfish. But there was nothing she could do about for now.
Except concentrating on work. Everything came back to that; finding these bastards.
- Prévost, called one of the Agent on the other side of the cubicle office. Briefing room, now.
Not wasting anytime, she put back her black suit jacket that was hanging off the back of her chair back on, grabbed a few folders, and rushed to the briefing room at the back. Her hair was tied into a neat bun, but the roots of her hair were beginning to show her natural brunette color, instead of the black and purple she sported. She hadn't had the will to go to her hair dresser in a while, and it was beginning to show. The young woman was wearing a very professional looking suit, matching the color themes the other Agents wore, with the exception of a purple undershirt rather than a white blouse. Her skirt was knee-length; she also wore brown stockings and black heeled-pumps.
She opened the briefing room's door rather noisily, and stepped into the room. It was filled with numerous office workers, police officers, and four Agents. She knew three of them; Norris, Brown and Skinner, but the one in front she didn't know. He looked just as cold and robotic as the other Agents she knew, though. I hope I don't turn out like this, the thought quickly crossed her mind. She spotted an empty seat and sat down without saying a word. The unknown Agent began.
- We have just received some Intel as to Morpheus' group next target, he began as a slideshow of pictures appeared on the white wall behind him. He's going after AfterChrome industries' headquarters in Industry Square, downtown. They are one of the biggest hi-tech manufacturers in the city, and they have over two dozen human employees -- - Working there right now, interrupted Skinner. Our contact is a worker who says he saw a few men wearing punk clothing lurking around the area, and he identified one of them as Morpheus. Agent Gray's team will be providing assistance throughout the operation. - If you are all efficient, we will capture or terminate most of the rogue cell in a single operation, calmly said Agent Gray. Mistakes will not be authorized. Be prepared to move out. - Ok guys, you heard the boss! said one of the police officers. Ten minutes until we leave! Let's get to work!
The crowd got up and quickly began to exit the room. Agent Norris passed by Steph, and turned his cold gaze towards her.
- You come with me, Prévost.
Without saying anything, she got up, and proceeded to follow her employer. It was not bringing a smile to her face, but she would finally have an occasion to give Zion a piece of her mind.
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Post by Karaa on Jan 2, 2012 15:00:33 GMT -8
Karaa's Bluepill History Part 4 Continued Time Until Awakened: 3 Days, 9 hours, 33 minutes, 33 seconds Location: Mara Church
Alex took one more deep breath and closed her eyes. She could feel the hard wood of the alter pressing into her back reminding her where she was.
Another deep breath…and another.
Everything fell away, her obsession, the pain of failure, her fear, all those emotions evaporated and her path became clear.
Alex opened her eyes; her green eyes appeared greyer now in the reflected dim light of the church.
She would uphold her duty as a federal agent. None of them would come peacefully, so that left her one option.
I will kill two leaders in the Zion organization and put an end to Trasker’s life before he could commit any heinous crimes, Alex thought.
With that one thought, it was like a switched flipped in her mind and everything became focused on that one objective.
Alex’s grip on her gun was relaxed, there was no adrenaline.
She rose from behind the alter with her gun pointed at Danny who was hunched over Valaro.
All the information she had gathered said he was key in their combat infrastructure.
Danny must of felt her gaze because he looked up. In his eyes, Alex saw comprehension of what she was about to do but he didn’t move. His expression didn’t fit with the situation, instead of fear and hatred there was a softening to his face. His face was etched with sadness and a longing that Alex could not comprehend.
“I’m not leaving without you.” Danny said resolutely.
The statement hung heavy in air. Both Ceege and Valaro were tensely staring at her now.
“You won’t be leaving.” Alex’s voice was monotone. Her finger began to squeeze the trigger when Alex felt cold mental at the base of her skull.
“Don’t Move.”
“About time, Dee” was all Valaro said as his head fell back with a loud thump against the church bench.
“Traffic was hell.” EichDee offered as way of explanation.
The woman holding the gun pressed against Alex’s skull was a legend at the bureau.
Stephanie Prévost.
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Post by BandaAncha on Apr 20, 2012 19:40:15 GMT -8
Ok, this is my first attempt to do some forum roleplay so... here i go.
I remember how i met them, i remember the reason that drove me, i remember the question that awoke me, but it wasnt the question that many made.
Those nightmares, so... concrete so... far off, the fear, then the anger, and determination, the obsesion, the fear has only mine, for most the time, but those other feelings, werent mine, its was from something, someone, who is not even human yet he looks like one.
It was one night, maybe a month and a half ago, the longest nightmare i had in a while, that single person on a black suit, invading the streets, making everyone a clone of himself, as if they would be consumed by some sort of black goo, it did not matter where i would go he would eventualy find me and everyone, and then, a storm, a intense storm, supposedly the one that helped to clean the city not long ago, but those where only fragments, fragments with huge gaps that needed to be filled i knew it every time i woke up.
I tried to search for help anywhere, those nightmares happened so often, i even tried some suposed psycologists on the web and all that stuff, chatrooms and such, there was this one, i didnt feel like using my name or some sort of clue, i choose BandaAncha, quite long now that i think about it, with the people usually saying Banda o B.A.
B.A.: So excuse for my rusty english, not my native languaje. Karaa: Thats ok. B.A.: Ive been having these dreams, they have been driving me nuts, about this guy, in a black suit. Karaa: What kind of suit? B.A.: Some sort of business suit, like some sort of agent. Karaa: Agent... B.A.: What? it has some meaning or something? i need to know. Karaa: i also need to know more, he had a tie clip? ear piece? sunglasess? dont you notice a slight green tint o the suit? B.A.: Mmmh... Karaa: Well? B.A.: Its dreams, im lucky to even remember a couple of details. Karaa: i need to know more, i dont have that much time. B.A.: im trying im trying.
The chat remained quiet a couple of seconds, but it felt like minutes, or hours, trying to remember, but something deep inside was telling me it wasnt a good idea, then a message.
Karaa: Just try to give me this little detail please, does the guy in your dreams wears a white earpice? or not? ... ... B.A.: No. Karaa: Have you ever wondered what is the Matrix? B.A.: Ive never read or heard that question before... Karaa: We will chat again soon.
The Matrix? what would the Matrix had to do with those nightmares, some theory about the human mind? Neven even heard that question before, but who knew that such little choices, like write to a person i haven even seen, would make such a diference
So, any opinions?
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Post by BandaAncha on Jun 9, 2012 15:33:27 GMT -8
well i will try to continue with my little awakening story, if anyone wants you can add something.
Its been a while since the chat with Karaa, days passing by as always, but after a while i started to notice many psychological and dreams services comercialsand i had this sensation of... being watched, not sure by who or why, really unconfortable.
I went to many psychologists, trying to find what are those dreams, but form some reason i felt i had a bigger chance to find what those dreams mean with that little chat than with those paid professonials as crazy as that may sound.
Then one day, little after i awoke from a long nightmare of those i recieved a phonecall, a female voice.
- Dont trust the agents.
Then knock knock, 3 dark suited guys at my door, stoic, very reminicent of my nightmares, but still very diferent.
- Please, come with us Mr. Rivas.
B.A.: Why? how do you know my name?
- We will explain you on the way.
I decided to go in their black sedan, simple and intimidating, i knew there was something wrong, it wasnt a good idea, but the place, and 3 vs 1, knowing my place, i did not have much choice.
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Post by Ceege on Apr 27, 2015 2:21:51 GMT -8
Just read through these again, great times!
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Post by Karaa on Apr 28, 2015 10:07:36 GMT -8
Karaa's Bluepill History Part 5 Continued Time Until Awakened: 3 Days, 8 hours, 53 minutes, 02 seconds Location: Mara Church
The cold metal at the base of Alex’s head felt soothing just as much as it felt jarring. Her green eyes flash now with determination, the grey reflected a moment ago, lost to the shadows of the church.
“Put your gun down, Agent.” EichDee’s sure voice rang in Alex’s ears.
When Alex didn’t immediately comply, EichDee pressed the barrel more firmly into the base of Alex’s skull, “Or I will put a hole in your head.”
Alex didn’t react to the extra bite of metal, her body felt numb, like she had run forever and only now stopped to catch her breath.
This was it. She was going to die here. Alex’s grip tighten on her weapon.
“Karaa,” Danny rose slowly from his crouched position as if trying not to spook her, moving slowly towards the two women, “You know. You have to know.” His voice was soft, gentle almost but Alex could here the hard underlying edge of desperation. It cut through everything else.
Alex didn’t respond, her gaze was level as the man advanced on her. Why haven’t I pulled the trigger?
“Something isn’t right.” Danny gestured to the church but Alex knew that he meant so much more than just this church, “That…this place isn’t right. You can feel it. You know it.” He didn’t stop when he cleared the steps leading to the front of the church; he kept going until the only thing that separated them was her gun, pressed against his chest, “I know you do. ” He said the last part with such finality that Alex’s eyes widened.
“Dan.” EichDee’s voice warned.
His eyes flashed to the woman’s holding the gun pressed against the back of Alex’s skull, “If she doesn’t come with us, then its not worth it. Let her pull the trigger.” His gaze returned to Alex, “Ask the question. The one that matters. The one that drives you, as it has driven all of us.”
Alex’s mind rebelled, she was nothing like them but… she had to know. The question clawed at her mind, like all she had to do was answer that one question and everything else would fall into place, everything that she had desperately been trying to figure out since she assumed the alias of Karaa, “What is the matrix?”
Danny leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “I can show you.”
“Dan, you have got to be kidding?!" Valaro's voice rose in anger and disbelief, "Do you not see this? Look at what this woman has done! She has taken so much from Zion! Alex Johnson is death and destruction and that is all she will ever be to us. She is not worth it.”
The corner of Danny’s mouth pulled into a barely there smirk. The rest of his face was a grim mask, but his eyes…. his eyes were pleading with her to believe him.
Alex felt as if she was standing on the edge of some precipice. That what happened in the next few moments would change everything. She felt it in her gut. Her stomach twisted with the knowledge.
Danny’s intense gaze did not break from Alex’s as he answered Valaro, “You’re wrong.”
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