Nightmares...
May. 26th, 2009 01:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
very_anti_virusAll about him was destruction. Mainframe lay in ruins, a charred, lifeless ember. Smoke rose in dreary columns where buildings used to stand. The end result of a terrific clash between the inhabitants of the city, and the one who now stood before Matrix, at the centre, where the Principal Office used to be.
Megabyte.
He was hardly recognisable now. His form had become twisted and distorted due to the hours spent in the web. And it had become gigantic as well. A hundred pixels high, if not more.
Megabyte was a colossus of a virus.
And he was covered in long tentacle-like cables. All waving and writhing independently of their owner.
He was a horror to behold.
"You all fought valiantly," the virus mocked. "I must say I was impressed. Too bad the outcome was inevitable. Megaframe is mine again."
"NO!" Matrix shouted, and Megabyte turned his enormous, elongated head towards the renegade. "I WON'T LET YOU WIN!"
"Oh? You won't? And just how do you intend to stop me, boy?" Megabyte laughed. "I have your city and I have your friends. Your attempts to thwart me have been crushed. What can you do to stop me?"
"I'll find a way, Megabyte," he snarled, as he made his way forward—
—or rather, attempted to.
His legs would not move. He struggled to make them obey his orders to take him forward, but they did not listen.
He looked down.
"...no..."
Creeping up his legs was Hexadecimal's Medusa Bug. It had claimed his legs below his knees, and was rising fast.
"'Find a way'? You can't even make your way forward, boy."
"No. No! NO!"
Matrix tugged at his left leg, but it was no use. It was rooted to the ground. Immovable.
"LET ME GO!"
"Oh yes. Let him go, so he can save his friends."
It was now that Matrix saw, amongst the cables, the figures of his friends and family.
Bob.
Dot.
Enzo.
AndrAIa.
Mairi.
Phong.
Mouse.
Ray.
Frisket.
And an unidentifiable figure he assumed must be his child.
"LET THEM GO!"
"Come and save them, then," Megabyte taunted. "Come and save them. Or can you? You can't even save yourself from my sister's legacy."
The Bug was up to his neck, now.
"It seems to me that it's all over this time, boy." Another laugh. "Game Over. Megabyte wins."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, his voice strangling as the Bug claimed him—
"NOOOO!" he shouted as he abruptly awoke, sitting bolt upright, blanket clutched tightly in his hand.
His eyes were wild and frightened, darting this way and that about the darkened bedroom of their apartment.
Outside he heard the sounds of Mainframe as it went about its nightly routine.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Calm.
Oblivious.
He ran a hand over his hair as he felt arms wrap around him, a chest pressed against his side.
He looked at AndrAIa. Her expression seemed to be one of grave concern.
"You were tossing about in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?"
Instinctively, the hand he was using to grasp at the sheet went about her waist. At that moment, he needed comfort. He needed her.
It had seemed so real. Too real for virtual.
"Yeah."
But it was just a dream. A very bad dream. But a dream no less.
"What was it about?"
Is it?
"Old enemies."
Was it?
He made to lie back down onto the bed, breathing deeply, staring at the ceiling, while AndrAIa snuggled in close, still concerned.
"You know you can tell me about it. You don't have to keep it to yourself..."
He closed his eyes, willing himself to be calm.
"...was just a dream, AndrAIa... ...only a dream..."
Megabyte.
He was hardly recognisable now. His form had become twisted and distorted due to the hours spent in the web. And it had become gigantic as well. A hundred pixels high, if not more.
Megabyte was a colossus of a virus.
And he was covered in long tentacle-like cables. All waving and writhing independently of their owner.
He was a horror to behold.
"You all fought valiantly," the virus mocked. "I must say I was impressed. Too bad the outcome was inevitable. Megaframe is mine again."
"NO!" Matrix shouted, and Megabyte turned his enormous, elongated head towards the renegade. "I WON'T LET YOU WIN!"
"Oh? You won't? And just how do you intend to stop me, boy?" Megabyte laughed. "I have your city and I have your friends. Your attempts to thwart me have been crushed. What can you do to stop me?"
"I'll find a way, Megabyte," he snarled, as he made his way forward—
—or rather, attempted to.
His legs would not move. He struggled to make them obey his orders to take him forward, but they did not listen.
He looked down.
"...no..."
Creeping up his legs was Hexadecimal's Medusa Bug. It had claimed his legs below his knees, and was rising fast.
"'Find a way'? You can't even make your way forward, boy."
"No. No! NO!"
Matrix tugged at his left leg, but it was no use. It was rooted to the ground. Immovable.
"LET ME GO!"
"Oh yes. Let him go, so he can save his friends."
It was now that Matrix saw, amongst the cables, the figures of his friends and family.
Bob.
Dot.
Enzo.
AndrAIa.
Mairi.
Phong.
Mouse.
Ray.
Frisket.
And an unidentifiable figure he assumed must be his child.
"LET THEM GO!"
"Come and save them, then," Megabyte taunted. "Come and save them. Or can you? You can't even save yourself from my sister's legacy."
The Bug was up to his neck, now.
"It seems to me that it's all over this time, boy." Another laugh. "Game Over. Megabyte wins."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, his voice strangling as the Bug claimed him—
"NOOOO!" he shouted as he abruptly awoke, sitting bolt upright, blanket clutched tightly in his hand.
His eyes were wild and frightened, darting this way and that about the darkened bedroom of their apartment.
Outside he heard the sounds of Mainframe as it went about its nightly routine.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Calm.
Oblivious.
He ran a hand over his hair as he felt arms wrap around him, a chest pressed against his side.
He looked at AndrAIa. Her expression seemed to be one of grave concern.
"You were tossing about in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?"
Instinctively, the hand he was using to grasp at the sheet went about her waist. At that moment, he needed comfort. He needed her.
It had seemed so real. Too real for virtual.
"Yeah."
But it was just a dream. A very bad dream. But a dream no less.
"What was it about?"
Is it?
"Old enemies."
Was it?
He made to lie back down onto the bed, breathing deeply, staring at the ceiling, while AndrAIa snuggled in close, still concerned.
"You know you can tell me about it. You don't have to keep it to yourself..."
He closed his eyes, willing himself to be calm.
"...was just a dream, AndrAIa... ...only a dream..."
