A/N: Done a million times. But I wanted to do a Smith drabble.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Matrix Trilogy. (Sure wish I did!)
Spoilers: The Matrix: Reloaded
Tag
The human ran in panic.
Smith smiled.
Around him his copies smiled. And started to chase the human, loping in easy, ground eating strides.
There was no hurry; he knew the outcome of this game.
It's a sport he enjoyed.
The human, a young man, ran down the city street, terrified at the impossible situation. He turned at a building's corner, and ran straight into a waiting Smith.
Smith plunged his arm in the man's chest, watching as the silver-black coating flooded over the human.
"Tag," said Smith. "You're now---"
"Me," the newly made Smith said.
And smiled.
(Fin.)