Downtown Creston heights. Endless swarms of spoiled rich women, credit cards in one hand, yippy spoiled dog in the other. Suits and ties of every color and pattern adorn the empty faces of brokers and businessmen, scurrying to make the next big deal. I'm sad for them. I used to be one of them. That was before the dreams within the dream.Paranoia is not easy to ignore. Fear even harder. But I made it a habit to ignore the truth, didn't I. Sleep was a beautiful woman, ever so unattainable without the aid of a stiff drink and the drunken bliss that comes with it. The dreams made me afraid. How I managed to play the role of a normal person I'll never understand. Inside my soul was being swallowed in darkness, lost in oblivious ignorance. They are looking at me aren't they? Whispering to each other, wondering why there is such anger and sadness behind these eyes. Asking if I am human, a man, demented. Paranoia is not easy to ignore.
I remember the night I died. The night I had a final dream and never awoke from it. My throat was burning, tightening and pain shot throughout my body, reminding me that death was not the peace I believed it would be. Darkness faded in and out leaving me helpless to understand what was happening. The insects...I remember the insects. I remember eating the insects. But most of all...I remember liking them. I survived that death, and was born again.
Time passes slowly when you have never truly experienced it. Now I was awake. Now I can sleep. Now sleep is a whore and my tired body has endless riches to indulge. They made me better again, made me human. Taught me how to use my muscles and showed me the terror of mankind. No more so than the great general, Morpheus. So strong and rigid in your beliefs. You were right weren't you? But you were wrong. And so was Neo. So was all of Zion. This war you fight, It's usless, a step backward. And so, with no feeling of genuine loss, I leave. I'll find my home within the crust of the earth. And I'll finally be happy.
Freedom is not easy to ignore. Freedom is not easy to live with. Freedom is every reason to live. And fight for. I have my freedom and I protect it with a smile and a bullet. I've learned the secrets of the Matrix. I've learned to manipulate my friends and enemies alike. To bend the code to my will. It's easy to make money if you know the right people. And I know the right people. My depression, and anger have been replaced with fire and strength. My paranoia has been resolved with the blades of my knives. My fear is a bitter memory and only serves to drive my passion. He noticed me. Why wouldn't he notice me. Only a fool could not see my talents for murder, revenge, and retaliation. I work for the Merovingian now. Actually...business partners I should say. No man controls me. No feelings control me. I live by the sword and if I am lucky... I will die by the sword. I am a warrior, I am a shadow. I am Valsecchi.
