Disclaimers: I own none of the characters that you recognize from the Matrix or the Matrix: Reloaded. They belong to the Wachowskis.

Also, in this fic they don't use 'I' 'me' 'my' 'mine' etc. Even when referring to only one of them. I think it adds a certain dramatic effect.

DUAL BIOGRAPHY - The life of the Virii Twins after the explosion, from Twin Two's POV

By Kobra aka Karina of Darkness

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Chapter I: First Encounter

It was one of those bad days. Cold, rainy, and wet.

Despite this, the city was alive. People were walking up the street and down it, using newspapers and coats as umbrellas. It was a sea of black and white coats, blue, round umbrellas over some hair-covered and other bald heads. There is a constant music of the street players, a constant jingling as people drop change into jars. The constant squeaking of doors as people leave and enter, the sound of honking from angry drivers, and the 'rrr' of the cars rushing up and down. The epitome of human life.

I hear it, twenty stories up from the city, the bustling metropolis of the Matrix. Behind me, my companion, closest friend, and twin sits on a couch. He was shirtless, having removed his upper garments for the sake of comfort. His coat hung up next to mine.

"Are you going to simply stare at it, Two?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"No." I reply coldly, but I am contradictory to my words, "Just thinking."

He gets up and stands next to him, his own polarized sunglasses matching my own, balanced precariously on the bridge of his nose, "We can't go back."

I know what he means, for our thoughts are each other's.

He knows that we can't go back the Merovingian. He'd never accept our failure, and the Frenchman would probably delete us. Besides, even if he did allow us to alive, he'd never allow us to live down the moment, and he'd do nothing but batter our pride, already injured from the original mistake.  Hiding out in the Matrix, he would assume we were dead.

My own shirt, vest and tie are discarded near his own. I turned to him, my dreadlocks flying around and slapping me in the face, "Do you think the Agents will come after us?"

"No doubt." He replies, now staring at the city with me, "They're out there….somewhere."

"His name is Morpheus." I say in a voice filled with hate. This was the man who took our lives from us. We would truly be renegades now. Exiles. How I hate the word. It is not unlike ourselves, like silver in a world of black. There was no more wine, no more expensive food or watching Persephone with grins of amusement as she played her game with the men. Now, life would be much more real, mind the pun.

"We will kill him." His tone mirrors my own. He was, perhaps, more attached to a life of luxury then I was, though he is less reluctant to go back to the Merovingian and admit failure.

"Yes, we will." I agree heartily. He slowly leaves me to my thoughts near the window.

I take one more stare outside, look at the oblivious projections of humans, only games inside a giant computer, programs inside of a CPU, and wonder what will become of us now.

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It is the next day. We are now in that bustling crowd. There are stares at us, as we do stand out. I catch some of the whispered comments—how those dreadlocked Goths show up, those freaks in the silver coats.

I look at One, he shrugs. I suppose I've always been the less impatient one. The gossip doesn't seem to both him, thought it does kind of piss me off. I am waiting for an agent to show up any moment now, to kill us, to delete the rogue programs no longer under protection. I can sense that One is on edge as well, one hand in the single pocket on our identical coats: on the pearl-handled switchblade he carries, just like mine.

A single man, his hair long and brown, wearing shades resembling The One's, of which I believe his name was Neo. He looks at us and smiles. Immediately my twin tenses very obviously, and I do the same except not as apparently.

"You trying to pull off the Nosferatu look or something?" He asks with a grin, "Cause you're doing a damn good job at it."

We look at each other, the confusion in his light blue eyes mirrors my own, "Nosferatu?"

"The vampire, man. You mean you just dress like that?" He says, as a girl comes over and leans on his shoulder, her hair cut short and black.

"Oh, the vampire," I say, catching myself, "And yes, we just dress like that. Coincidence." I am anxious to get away from this man and his woman and I can tell One is too.

"Cool. You guys twins?"

One nods, "Yes, is that alright with you?"

"Sure, man, got no problems at all. That's cool though, the way you guys dress alike. People confuse you two a lot? Say, what're your names?"

"Thank you. And we are not confused because we are always referred to a whole. And my name is Adrian," I say, forcing the first-person tense out of my mouth and grabbing the first human name that comes up into my mind, "And this is Neil." I point to One.

"Hey. 'Name's Keith. 'tis Monica."

"If you don't mind, we'd like to be going." One says, "We have places to be."

"K. I'll catch ya some other time?"

"Perhaps." I muse as the two of us leave the two artificial projections of humans and we continue down the street.

"Neil?" One asks, looking at me over his shades, his eyes giving me a glance of grinning hopelessness  "and yourself 'Adrian'?"

"You know how humans are. What do you think they would of done if we gave them our real names?"

One shrugged, "Point taken."

I open the door to the supermarket as he walks inside. I close the door behind us both.

It is ironic, that us, the dreaded Twins, henchmen of the Merovingian are shopping at a supermarket. I carry the basket and he picks out different kinds of foods to try. We know what we need to survive, but of course we both indulge and pick out all sorts of strange things. We're both incredibly tense as we're shopping. As we get on the checkout line, the cashier looks at us and mumbles, "Nosferatu?"

"Yes, we're pulling the Nosferatu look." One comments sarcastically.

"Damn, you heard that?" He asks while checking out a 12-pack of water.

I nod, "Yes, we did. And there is no connection to the vampire. It's just coincidence."

"Whatever you say, man. By the way, that's $40.18."

One pulls out a roll of green bills and some change. He's better with money then I am. He counts it and puts it on the table. He is returned some of the stuff (for some inexplicable reason, called change) and the two of us exit with the two bags of groceries (another completely and stupid human name) over my shoulder.

We get back onto the living sea of suits and slowly make our way back to the apartment. On the way there, One suddenly stops and I bump into him. He points, and I follow his finger.

Morpheus. Morpheus was leaning on a lamppost next to the girl who he'd been leaving with…..I think her name  was Trinity, though I'm not sure. Near them is another man, dressed in a coat. Both of us knew that was the One, and both of us knew that it was death to try to kill Morpheus while he was hanging around the famous figure.

I bite my tongue so hard it bleeds and hiss to One, "Keep walking."

TBC….

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