I do not own Twilight or the Matrix. If I did I would be minted—and I assure you that I'm not. No copyright infringement intended. This is just for fun.
We all know what happened in Twilight, and we all know what happened in The Matrix. What happens if you combine the two?
Twilight characters acting out Matrix plot. Cullens/Volturi Agents.
This is basically the Matrix played out with Twilight characters and some slight changes. There will be lots of copied dialogue, I'm afraid.
Three dark figures walk towards the gathering of cars around the abandoned building. The usually desolate area is filled with red and blue flashing lights and the crackle of police radios.
Agent Jane pauses, puts her finger to her earpiece, and looks round impassively. "Chief Swan, you were given specific orders."
The moustached police officer replies in his thick, gravelly tone, "I think we can handle one little girl. I sent two units—they're bringing her down now."
Large, almost childlike eyes give a bored stare in his direction.
"No, Chief. Your men are already dead."
Flashlights move up the corridor, illuminating a damp, rotten door at the very end. Apprehensively, an armed cop, pistol aimed and ready, nods to his sturdier comrade behind him. With a grunt, the bottom of one flat foot strikes the door and the wood gives way easily.
"Hands on your head."
The flashlights centre on a female figure—diminutive and dressed in tight black latex. She rises to her feet, her golden eyes focused on the wall in front of her as she complies with the cop's request. Her fingers link together on top of her dark, spiky hair.
One of the law enforcement officers approach; he almost gets close enough to slap a cuff on her tiny wrist before Alice twists around, a palm connecting with his face with lightning speed. Before a groan finishes passing his lips, the tiny bird-like girl leaps into the air, arms outspread, and with breathtaking grace she kicks him in the chest, sending him flying backward.
"Hai!" Alice kicks a chair into the cops crowded in the doorway, then impossibly runs up the wall as a barrage of bullets heads her way. She grabs the hand of one of the officers, and using his body as cover and his weapon as her own, she dispatches the others. Lifting her leg forward and up, Alice performs a kick that would make any dancer wince in agony; her human shield drops to the floor.
Not pausing for breath, she pulls out her cell.
"Carlisle, the line was traced—I don't know how."
"I know." A calm, reassuring voice speaks to her down the line. "They've cut the hard line. You're going to have to get to another exit."
"Focus, Alice. There's a phone at Wells and Lake...you can make it. Go." Carlisle sounds as if he has every confidence in her—which is more than Alice has in herself.
She breaks into a sprint, but two Volturi agents arrive in the elevator that very second. Breaking harshly, Alice turns and runs the opposite way. Agents Demetri and Felix follow close behind her, through the dank corridors.
Bursting through a fire exit, Alice sees Agent Jane waiting in the alley below, and begins to climb the fire escape with silent ease—so do Agents Demetri and Felix, arriving on the rooftop only seconds behind her.
Pushing her legs with everything she's got, at speeds that any Olympic sprinter would marvel at, Alice travels across pitched, corrugated metal and flat tar roofs, leaping between the gaps.
Agent Demetri pauses to fire his weapon, hitting a chimney stack. Alice escapes by almost flying across a gap wider than any human can jump. She rolls and gets back on her feet without missing a step, taking cover with her back flat against a brick wall.
Moments later, Agent Felix lands on the roof behind her with a thud.
Hearing the click of the agent's weapon, a panting Alice looks around desperately, before spotting a tiny window on the building opposite. As a plan forms, her chest is still once more.
With a burst of speed, a black latex streak flies from her hiding place, off the roof, and breaks through the window. She falls down a flight of stairs, landing on her back with guns drawn, uncharacteristically shaken.
Unmoving, she waits to see if she is followed.
"Get up, Alice. Get up." She wills herself to her feet.
Outside, she looks around the corner to find the phone booth she needs—right as a passing garbage truck squeals to a halt, spinning so that it is facing her target.
The phone rings, and inside the truck, Agent Jane's face is set with grim determination.
As the truck's wheels begin to spin, Alice dashes forward, opening the door to the booth and picking up the phone. The truck's headlights get closer and Alice holds up a hand to brace herself as she puts the receiver to her ear. Her eyes are wide and unblinking.
The truck ploughs into the booth, and then pulls back. Agent Jane climbs out to inspect her handiwork. There is no body in the wreckage—Alice is gone.
Bella Swan is asleep with her head on her desk, the sound of Muse hissing through her earphones. On the screen there are news articles about the terrorists that seem to fascinate her so. Images of the legendary and terrible Cullens flicker, until suddenly, the screen goes black.
A green cursor blinks and Bella stirs. Sleepily, she stares at her screen.
The cursor moves along, followed by a string of letters.
Wake up, Bella...the Matrix has you...
"What the hell?" Bella lifts her fingers to the keyboard, trying to exit out of the programme.
Follow the white rabbit. Knock, knock, Bella.
Bella frowns as she looks on in confusion, but suddenly jolts upright when there is a bang at the front door.
With a second look, she sees that that writing is gone and the screen is entirely dark. It must have been a dream—she had just woken up, after all.
Once she jogs down the stairs, she yells, "Who is it?" suspiciously.
Walking to the door, she opens it just as wide as the chain will allow. Standing there is blond Mike Newton, and draped around him is Jessica Stanley.
"You're two hours late," Bella says sternly.
"I know. It's her fault." Mike nods to Jessica, who gives him a meaningful smirk in return.
Bella heads to a cluttered bookcase and grabs the disk with the test answers she'd copied for them both earlier. Once he hands over a number of rolled up notes, she gives a disk each to Mike and then Jessica. To be a college football player, Mike needs to get through high school first, and thanks to Bella, it looks like Jess is going to be Valedictorian.
The fact of the matter is that Bella has the brain, she just lacks the funds for a decent college education. Bella's beaten up and unreliable truck is testament to her financial difficulties. Fortunately for her, one thing she does have is the technological knowhow to take legally grey—very dark grey—shortcuts.
"Something wrong, Bella?" Mike asks, genuinely concerned. "You look a little whiter than usual."
"My computer it..." Bella shakes her head. "You ever have that feeling when you're not sure if you're awake or still dreaming?"
"All the time," Jessica answers with a smile.
"Sounds to me like you like you need to unplug, 'Zona. Get some R 'n' R." Mike says jovially as he punches her in the arm. He then turns to his girlfriend. "What do you think, Jess? Should we take her with us?"
Jessica eyes up Bella as she moves in toward Mike territorially. "Definitely. Come on—it'll be fun. I promise."
"I can't. I'm—" As Jessica angles herself, Bella catches sight of a tattoo on her shoulder—a white rabbit.
Follow the white rabbit.
Bella changes her mind about staying home instantly. "Yeah. Sure."
Bella stands in the corner of a house party, looking at the various bodies dancing, standing about, or generally having drunken fun. On the stereo, a voice screams over heavy guitars. She can see Mike and Jessica mingling across the room, but this really isn't Bella's scene.
Looking down at the amber substance in her plastic cup, she knows she's going to regret this when it's time to get up for her Saturday job tomorrow.
Feeling watched, Bella looks over her shoulder. Quite possibly the most beautiful boy she's ever seen approaches. He's tall and pale, with bronze-coloured hair and a jaw so angled it could be used as a snow plough. He is wearing a tight black sweater under a long dark coat; it's not hard to see that his body is muscular in a slim, understated way.
Bella's insides almost crumble—then she prepares herself to be asked where the keg is...again.
The Greek god pauses in front of her, but when he speaks, he says, "Hello, Bella."
Surprised to be addressed so personally, Bella turns to face him.
"How do you know my name?"
"I know a lot about you." His voice is even and almost hypnotic.
"Who are you?" Bella asks, her interest piqued by more than just his unearthly good looks. She tries to place the face. Though he seems familiar, she can't put a name to him—and something tells her that he isn't someone she knows from school.
"My name is Edward."
Bella pauses and thinks—then something hits her. She's seen this face numerous times before, but never in real life. It's the face of one of her obsessions—the elusive and daring anarchist group that seem so difficult for the authorities to apprehend that Bella had almost convinced herself they were urban legend.
"Edward. The Edward Cullen—that cracked the IRS d-base?"
"That was a long time ago." He is matter of fact—he doesn't take the opportunity to brag like most of the boys she knows would.
"I just thought, um..." Bella trails off. She never expected a fellow computer hacker to be so...good looking. "That was you on my computer. How did you do that?"
"Right now all I can tell you is that you're in danger." Looking pained, Edward takes a step closer to her. "I brought you here to warn you. They're watching you, Bella." Edward's golden eyes bore into Bella's. If a warning is what he was wanting to give, then it is definitely working—her entire body feels on edge.
"Please...just listen." Edward closes the gap until there are barely inches between them. Bella takes a deep breath, and then wishes she hadn't as his scent invades her nostrils, intoxicating her more than any alcohol that she has consumed that night.
His voice whispers in her ear. "I know why you're here, Bella. I know what you've been doing...why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night you sit by your computer."
Bella's head races over why this boy—because he couldn't be any older than she was—seems to know so much about insignificant little her. How long had he been watching her? How had he been watching her? Had he been in her room?
Edward continues, seemingly unfazed by the proximity. "You're looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. And when he found me, he told me I wasn't really looking for him—I was looking for an answer. It's the question that drives us, Bella. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did."
Bella doesn't even have to think—the words are on the tip of her tongue. "What is the Matrix?"
"The answer is out there, Bella, and it's looking for you. It will find you if you want it to."
Edward pulls away, and Bella turns to find the slightest of gaps between their faces. For a second she thinks that they are going to kiss, but then he steps back and disappears into the crowd that Bella only just remembers is there.
The next thing Bella is aware of is the urgent beeping of her alarm clock.
Rolling over, Bella looks at the flashing numbers. "Shit."
She is late—again. Mrs Newton is going to kill her...or even worse, dock her wages.
On Monday, Bella is making her way from English to Biology when someone pushes something into her hands. At first, the shortness in height and the dark hair makes her think it was Eric Yorkie—her fellow computer geek.
"Have a nice day." The voice is sweet and high-pitched—definitely female. The girl does not pause to explain.
Bella watches her quickly disappear into a classroom, before looking down at what it is that she has been given. In her hands, Bella holds an envelope. Opening it, she pulls out a phone which rings instantly. She looks around before putting it to her ear.
"Hello, Bella. Do you know who this is?" The voice is English and softly spoken. It is exactly what she imagines him to sound like from the grainy photos she's found on the web.
Bella lowers her voice. "Carlisle Cullen?"
"Yes. I've been looking for you, Bella." He speaks with a sad undertone. "I don't know if you're ready to see what I want to show you, but unfortunately, you and I have run out of time. They're coming for you, Bella, and I don't know what they're going to do."
"Who's coming for me?"
"Go into the classroom to your left, it's empty, and look out of the window."
Bella complies, and through the glass she sees a number of police cars below—in the centre, a short blonde girl who looks very young appears to be giving out orders. Her head turns towards Bella, and despite the shades, Bella knows she is staring right at her.
"Oh, shit," Bella hisses.
The agents make a move towards the school entrance.
"What the hell do they want from me?"
"I don't know. If you don't want to find out I suggest you get out of there."
"I can guide you, but you must do exactly as I say." There is something about Carlisle's voice that is easy to trust.
After a moment's pause, Bella replies, "Okay."
"The classroom across from you is empty."
"Wait. What if they—"
Bella stumbles through the throng of bodies to the biology classroom across the corridor. It is empty, just as Carlisle said. She puts her back to the wall, and gasping for breath, she brings the phone back to her ear.
Agent Jane walks into the classroom in which she'd seen Isabella Swan—the target—only a minute earlier. She is gone.
"Stay here for just a moment," Carlisle whispers down the phone, and without thinking, Bella holds her breath and nods her reply. She hears her pursuers find the room empty and move on.
"When I tell you, go down the corridor to the office at the end of the hall. Stay as low as you can."
The phone goes silent for two seconds.
Bella takes a step out of the room, backing away as she sees a policeman looking the other way. Disguising herself amongst the student body, she goes the way she has been told to go, relieved to close the office door behind her.
"Good. Now, outside there's a scaffold."
"How do you know all this?"
"We don't have time, Bella. To your left there's a window. Go to it. Open it."
Bella makes her way over to the window to see the maintenance works at the front of the building. As she looks out, she also realises that she is on the first floor.
"Use the scaffold to get to the roof."
"Wait! No way!" Bella cries in disbelief. Was this stranger trying to kill her? She couldn't even keep her footing on flat earth, never mind a window ledge. "This is crazy."
"There are two ways out of this building. One is that scaffold. The other is in their custody. You take a chance either way. I leave it to you."
"This is insane. Why is this happening to me?" Pulling the phone away, Bella chews her lip and paces. "What did I do?"
She walks over to the window and opens it, climbing up and putting a foot onto the ledge beyond. Looking down, she notices the height of the potential fall. Bella quickly pulls back.
With a deep breath, she steps onto the ledge again, pressing herself back against the window frame and inching along toward the scaffold. When she comes across a gap between windows where there is no ledge, she tries to stretch across. As she extends herself, the phone falls out of her hand. It seems to hang in the air for a second, before gravity takes hold and it crashes to earth.
Distracted, Bella almost slips but somehow manages to hang on.
"I can't do this," she whispers to herself.
Waiting in the parking lot in a shiny, silver Volvo, Alice sees a commotion in her rear view mirror. Agents bundle Bella Swan into the back of a dark-coloured van.
As she watches, Agent Jane stops and looks around. Their eyes met in the reflective surface.
Alice presses the gas, car tyres squealing as she goes.