Melanie Sweet a.k.a. Xetisuipo
Melanie Sweet lived in the outskirts of a normal city, lived with normal people, and lived an annoying life. She had very few friends; she was considered by many people to be “a little on the strange side”. However, Melanie never found it strange that she liked watching the ‘bad guys’ win in movies or TV, the heroes were always so melodramatic and over sensitive; always trying to save one person while letting the ‘bad guys’ go. In Melanie’s opinion it was the ‘bad guys’ that had the right idea; doing things that would better themselves. Melanie never found it strange that she liked trying to find out about other people. One never knows if one little fact could become a source of blackmail or a way to create as sensation of guilt to somebody. But for some reason, everyone in Melanie’s neighborhood was very nervous about her. Perhaps it was because she was always sneaking off; ditching school or staying out for long periods of time. Perhaps it was because whenever someone started talking about their fantasies Melanie would always interject telling them that they were fools and were living a lie (even though then she did not know the full meaning of her words). As a result she was always being pushed around, even by her own parents. People would tease her and call her a freak. Given the opportunity, people from school would ambush her and attack her. Her parents would always argue with her about how she needed to grow up and stop dreaming; and then promptly drag her off to see a psychologist. Needles to say, she became very good at both defending herself and, more importantly, staying out of people’s way. She learned to stay quiet unless it was absolutely necessary. She learned where she could hide so no one could ever find her.
After several years, she almost became invisible; people forgot that she existed, except for one person, her only friend, Verucio. They had met one night when Melanie was hiding from the world and enjoying her favorite pastime, stargazing. He had come out of nowhere it seemed, and told Melanie that she shouldn’t be out so late. Of course Melanie became highly insulted; she instantly began to ask him what right he had to say something like and what right he had to be there. Even though she venomously attacked Verucio he just stood there and took it. It was about an hour later that they became the best of friends as he shared her views of what the world was like. They began to spend their time together discussing their ideas of the world and what was wrong with it. They both agreed there almost seemed to be something superficial in the way everyone acted… in fact everything in life seemed superficial. It was mostly just the little things added up (Movies all had the same plot, there seemed to be a lack of creativity or new ideas with people, even art and music seemed boring and unoriginal) but there were a few big things that just didn’t make since. Often when Melanie was stargazing starts would suddenly vanish only to reappear later. Once in a while whole constellations would ‘skip’ as it were, spontaneously move from where they should be and back again. The more they talked the more they became convinced there was a reason for it.
Because Melanie and Verucio were unsure of the world, they agreed to go their separate ways for a few years to see if they could find an answer to their questions. It was during this journey Melanie’s life changed. Verucio was killed. Verucio found the truth of both his life and of Melanie’s, they were slaves. Devastated, Melanie sought to find the reason for Verucio’s death. When she found out she was determined to continue on, in a new world, and in a new life. Even though Verucio was killed by the government, he had left her the means to escape; the red pill and a letter telling her all he knew. Following Verucio’s instructions, Melanie took the red pill and, as an extra measure to forget her old life, changed her name to Xetisuipo.
From then on she begun to fully train herself in the skills she was already familiar with, staying unseen and spying. In addition she began to train herself to use knives (as she had always found it to be a fun hobby). Xetisuipo had only one problem; she didn’t know anyone in her new life and she had no one to spy for and no reason to spy. Yet, because Xetisuipo had been in the business of eavesdropping so long no one noticed her as they spoke in whispers about an organization called the Merovingian. And they never noticed her smile to herself when they mentioned how the Merovingian only served himself. “This,” she thought, “is who I want to help.”
For the next few weeks Xetisuipo learned more of the Merovingian and of his works. And the more she heard the more she liked. To her, while Zion may have had a noble cause they were just like the heroes she hated; over zealous of their cause and unwilling to make sacrifices. As for the machines, she felt that their measures were to extreme. There was no grace or tactics to their ruthlessness. Just like villains who appeared outright laughable. Yes, the Merovingian was perfect. He had grace, intelligence and he knew how to get what he wanted. No blunders, no mess. He held both Zion and the Machines by a thread; both groups wanted him gone but could never touch him. It was the works of a master and a man that Xetisuipo knew she could trust.
