These Boots are Hard to Walk in

Written by Anakin McFly

(Inspired by someone's Mary Sue Matrix fic that a friend sporked in her LJ, which led us to conclude that the question that needed to be answered was: "WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH NEO?")

The door creaked open and a dark figure slid into the room.

"Mfffff!" Neo tried to say through his gag, tugging at the ropes that bound his hands to the radiator.

"I'm doing you a favour, Neo," the too-familiar voice murmured. "I don't think you'd like her very much. Don't worry; I'll... take care of her."

Neo could almost see the slow grin spread over the other Keanuspawn's face. Neo glanced over at Trinity, bound and gagged next to him.

"I like your clothes," David Allen Griffin continued. "The boots are kinda hard to walk in, though."

He dropped down into a crouch before Trinity and smiled.

"Hi," he said.

Trinity glared at him.

Neo glared at him.

"How's the temperature?" Griffin asked. "Too hot, too cold? I can adjust the radiator if you like."

Neo glared at him.

Griffin shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The shrill ring of the telephone got Griffin back up to his feet. He moved over to the receiver and picked it up.

"Hello?"

A pause. "Nice to hear from you, Morpheus. Yeah, the girl's on the way. We got the tracking bug out of her. Nearly foiled our plans... must have been your meddling crewmates from that ship. Some people don't seem to appreciate the idea of picking up young girls for your S&M orgy fantasies."

Another pause.

"Yeah, Neo and Trin are still here. They're safe. Right. I'll be seeing you, then."

Griffin hung up. He picked a half-eaten box of pizza off the counter and returned to his spot by Neo and Trinity, placing the box before them.

"Here's your dinner."

A pause as realisation hit him. He looked at their gags. "Although... what is the use of a pizza if you are unable to eat?"

Griffin thought about this for a moment, then stood up.

"I trust you'll manage. You are the One, aren't you?"

He smiled. "See you later. I've got more... victims to pick up for Morpheus."

He left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Neo and Trinity looked at the pizza box.

Neo tugged at his restraints, straining them; they would not budge. He edged as close to Trinity as the ropes would allow him, and stretched out his fingers until they just touched hers.

She curled her forefinger around his and held on tight.

And then they waited.

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