The Fallen: Part Two
Ok, let's get this over with, I do not own any of the Matrix characters and never will. :( But Kira is mine and don't u forget it. Hope u enjoy the story.
Chapter One
The Oracle sat at her dinning table as she waited for her homemade oatmeal cookies to finish baking. The spring sun lit the entire kitchen in a comforting warm glow and added to the safe and cozy atmosphere. She had been humming some nameless tune when she heard her door being opened. The Oracle remained as clam as always and just gave her self a knowing smile.
"You're right on time," she seemed to say to no one in particular. "Come on in."
The Oracle got up and pulled on two oven mitts, one shaped like a dog and the other an alligator. She opened the oven door and inhaled the delicious aroma. Taking out the small tray of perfect oatmeal cookies she finally turned to her guest.
"Cookie?" No reply. "I didn't think so." The Oracle placed the cookies down and sat back down on her chair. "You haven't changed much, at least on the outside."
"You are not worried that I might be here to delete you?"
"So, you finally speak. No, I am not, because it would serve you no purpose to do so."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because you want Morpheus." Again, he gave no reply. "But that is not what you came here for, is it?"
"You tell me, you are the intuitive program."
"I know what I am. Do you know what you are?"
"I am a sentinen program."
"That is what you think you are, at least until you met Kira. You are here because you felt you have changed. That you are no longer the same entity you have always believed to be."
"I know this already."
"So let's stop beating around the bush and ask me what you want to know." The Oracle gave him a warm smile. "I can see why she loved you. Such potential for both good and evil." The Oracle seemed to be remembering fond memories of some kind and then her eyes shifted and glazed with remorse and sadness. "She was special. No doubt about it."
"What did she do to me?"
"Are you sure it was entirely her doing? Perhaps she was just the person who could truly remind us what life should have been like between them and us."
"I know I have changed. I am beginning to contradict my very nature. I hate them all. But I cannot stop thinking about her. All the time she is invading my memories. I want her back, but at the same time I want to hurt her for making me this way."
"I cannot change what happened all those years ago," the Oracle picked up a pack of cigarettes and proceeded to light one up.
"I know this."
"Really?"
"You say you know why you are here. So, Mr. Hotshot program, tell me why are you here?"
He did not reply for a long time. He finally made a move to remove his glasses and earpiece and took a seat at the table.
"What would have happened if I had followed them? If I took her back?"
"You know as well as I do, that is not how it works. She made the choice. She knew what was going to happen if she went back into the Matrix to see you one last time. But she went against logic and possibly doomed their cause or at least made it so that it is now unclear as to who will win this war."
"Why?"
"Why do any of them do such things? Love." The Oracle took a long drag and let the smoke out very slowly. "She loved you enough to go against reason and logic. She knew she was going to die that night, how or when is irrelevant. Without love, there can be no hope and without hope, she would not have gone back in."
"What are you saying? I gave her hope?"
"That you can change?" The Oracle gave him a sad smile. "You already know the answer to that one."
"You have given me nothing but round-about answers. Tell me what I want to know."
"Listen to me, Mr. Smith. To know all things is not what it's all cracked up to be. Sometimes not knowing is for the best."
"I need to know." The Oracle sighed. She took one more puff and put it out.
"Fine, but I warned you." The Oracle reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a disk. She handed it to him. He gave her a puzzled look. "Like I said, 'I know why you are here.' Just download it."
"If you already knew, than why are we having this discussion?"
"I just hoped that I could talk you out of it."
"Hope is a delusion. You should know this. You have been here too long with your precious humans."
"If you believe that than why are you here and why do you want that disk?" Smith did not reply. "I thought so." Smith got up and put the disk in his inside jacket pocket.
"We will meet again."
"I sincerely hope not. Kira loved you, but she was different. Not everyone can see things the way she did and if she knew what you have become." The Oracle sighed.
"She would what? You know better, do you not? She still would have made the same choice." Smith turned and left leaving the Oracle alone with her cookies. She took one and bit into it.
"God, help us all."
* * *
Smith opened the door to room 401. He hadn't been there since Kira died. It still looked the same, except for the inch thick layer of dust. Smith walked over to the bed, where Kira had slept in almost two years. It smelled of dust and looked about ready to fall apart into individual threads. He placed his right hand on the pillow. It felt oddly warm, like someone had just been lying on it. He picked it up to his face and inhaled.
It's her. Her scent. Smith looked at it with a puzzled look. He went over to her dresser and opened it. Her clothes were still there. Taking out one of her shirts, he held it to his nose. Her scent was still lingering on her clothes after all these years. This is illogical. She is gone. But something made him want to believe that she was still there. That he had stopped by when she decided to go out. Half expecting to see her walk through the door, Smith stood silently, staring at the door. After five minutes, he forced himself to realize that she was not coming back. Putting her things away and the pillow back on the bed he walked over to the other side of the apartment room and found the small laptop he had gotten her long ago. It was covered in dust, but he knew it would work. He would make it work.
Smith sat down and turned it on. He smiled slightly as he heard the fans go. He waited for the main menu or some kind of start up screen. Instead all he got was a blank screen. Smith decided to put in the disk when she computer began to type something on the screen:
To access mainframe, pass code must be given.
Smith stared at the screen and smiled. That is my Kira. Smith looked at the dusty keys and began to type.
Kira. Access denied. Arimis. Access denied. Smith. Access denied.
Smith frowned. What else could she have used? He sat still for nearly five minutes and it finally dawned on him.
Hope. Access granted.
Smith put in the disk and waited for the computer to load it.
Type in your command. . Loading.
A:// Kira
. Playing file Kira.
Message: Not all things are to be known.
Smith scoffed. The Oracle. The screen finally blinked once and then twice as the file began to play. It showed a large view of a city and it narrowed down to a specific community, then a particular block, then a building, and finally the front steps of the building where a version of Smith and Kira stood. They were talking about something and Smith saw himself give the button of his jacket cuff to her. He felt around the computer and found the dial that controlled the volume. Turning it slowly, Smith prepared himself to hear Kira's voice again for the first time, in a long time.
"I believe you."
She was about to follow him when someone grabbed her and ran, but unlike all those years ago, this time, Smith did not hesitate to follow.
Pulling out his gun, Smith ran after the freedom fighter. All the while, Smith was questioning why the hell he even bothered to get her back.
Doesn't this solve your problem? Why are you going after them?
Because I need her.
Smith didn't dare shoot him yet; he still had Kira in his arms. He sneered in frustration as he watched them get into a car and drive off. Stopping only to check the possible human hosts, he found one in a car that just saw their car speeding frantically down Shores Avenue. Smith's vision blacked out momentarily and then re-focuses as he saw the road ahead of him and the speeding sedan. Flooring the gas pedal, Smith continued his pursuit.
"Shit! Why the hell is he following us?" Razor kept glancing at the rearview mirror.
"Are you sure it is him?" Wolf loaded his gun and began to roll down his window.
"Yeah, I think he wants Kira."
"That doesn't make any sense." Wolf stuck his torso out of the window and started to shoot at Smith's car. "Go faster!"
"I am trying!"
"Wolf, let me go."
"What?"
"He'll kill you both. Just let him have me," Kira pleaded.
"Are you insane?"
"He won't hurt me. He took care of me for almost two years."
"He's just using you, Kira."
"He probably is, but at least you will be alive."
"No, I am not leaving you with that.thing!"
Kira screamed as she heard the tires blow out and the car began to fish tale wildly. Razor hit the brakes hard and tried to make the sedan come to a stop. Wolf and Razor were banged up a bit, but they were ok and they checked on Kira. After she assured them that she was fine, she felt something in the back of her head. She turned around to look out the back windshield and saw Smith walking very purposefully toward their wrecked car.
Smith aimed his gun at Wolf. Wolf did not even try to bother with shooting at Smith.
"Give me the girl."
"No way."
"She belongs to me."
"You're crazy." Before Wolf could tell Razor to make a run for it with Kira, he watched in horror as Kira got out of the car and began to walk toward Smith. "Kira!"
"Just go, Wolf. I'll be ok."
"Like hell," Wolf was about to go after her when she turned to him.
"Wolf, please. Just let me go."
"No." But Wolf knew that there was nothing he could do. He could only watch as Kira took the hand of that monster and start to walk away with him. And all he could think about was killing the bastard for brainwashing Kira. I will get you back, Kira. I made a promise.
Smith opened the door to room 401 as Kira slept in his arms. Having her once again in his arms and back in the safety of 401 made him feel complete, content.
"So can I stay with you now?" Smith looked down to see Kira had woken up and was looking at him with searching eyes.
"Yes." Smith put in her bed and tucked her in. "But I have to do something first."
"You have to hide me from the rest of them, right?"
"Yes."
"What do I do?"
"Just relax." Smith stood up and reached up for his earpiece. Kira just watched, as he seemed to stare off into space. "I found you."
"I'm right here."
"No, I mean your pod."
"Oh," Kira remembered what Arimis had told her about the pods and how the machines used humans as a power supply and how the matrix was created for them. Kira never found this hard to believe, which probably explained why she was able to do some of the things the freedom fighters did, like defy gravity. "Will this hurt?"
"No. Just close your eyes." It was then that Smith noticed that he was still holding her hand. Internally, his mind was working furiously. He needed to have Kira's pod safe and out of sight.
Kira noticed a strange sensation starting to build in her head. Her limbs began to get very cold and stiff.
"What's happening?"
"Everything will be ok." Smith replied. "The discomfort will last for only a while."
Kira grip on Smith's hand grew tighter as her vision began to blur and started to fade. Kira was struggling to keep her eyes open but felt a tremendous pressure in the back of her head and finally blacked out.
Ok, let's get this over with, I do not own any of the Matrix characters and never will. :( But Kira is mine and don't u forget it. Hope u enjoy the story.
Chapter One
The Oracle sat at her dinning table as she waited for her homemade oatmeal cookies to finish baking. The spring sun lit the entire kitchen in a comforting warm glow and added to the safe and cozy atmosphere. She had been humming some nameless tune when she heard her door being opened. The Oracle remained as clam as always and just gave her self a knowing smile.
"You're right on time," she seemed to say to no one in particular. "Come on in."
The Oracle got up and pulled on two oven mitts, one shaped like a dog and the other an alligator. She opened the oven door and inhaled the delicious aroma. Taking out the small tray of perfect oatmeal cookies she finally turned to her guest.
"Cookie?" No reply. "I didn't think so." The Oracle placed the cookies down and sat back down on her chair. "You haven't changed much, at least on the outside."
"You are not worried that I might be here to delete you?"
"So, you finally speak. No, I am not, because it would serve you no purpose to do so."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because you want Morpheus." Again, he gave no reply. "But that is not what you came here for, is it?"
"You tell me, you are the intuitive program."
"I know what I am. Do you know what you are?"
"I am a sentinen program."
"That is what you think you are, at least until you met Kira. You are here because you felt you have changed. That you are no longer the same entity you have always believed to be."
"I know this already."
"So let's stop beating around the bush and ask me what you want to know." The Oracle gave him a warm smile. "I can see why she loved you. Such potential for both good and evil." The Oracle seemed to be remembering fond memories of some kind and then her eyes shifted and glazed with remorse and sadness. "She was special. No doubt about it."
"What did she do to me?"
"Are you sure it was entirely her doing? Perhaps she was just the person who could truly remind us what life should have been like between them and us."
"I know I have changed. I am beginning to contradict my very nature. I hate them all. But I cannot stop thinking about her. All the time she is invading my memories. I want her back, but at the same time I want to hurt her for making me this way."
"I cannot change what happened all those years ago," the Oracle picked up a pack of cigarettes and proceeded to light one up.
"I know this."
"Really?"
"You say you know why you are here. So, Mr. Hotshot program, tell me why are you here?"
He did not reply for a long time. He finally made a move to remove his glasses and earpiece and took a seat at the table.
"What would have happened if I had followed them? If I took her back?"
"You know as well as I do, that is not how it works. She made the choice. She knew what was going to happen if she went back into the Matrix to see you one last time. But she went against logic and possibly doomed their cause or at least made it so that it is now unclear as to who will win this war."
"Why?"
"Why do any of them do such things? Love." The Oracle took a long drag and let the smoke out very slowly. "She loved you enough to go against reason and logic. She knew she was going to die that night, how or when is irrelevant. Without love, there can be no hope and without hope, she would not have gone back in."
"What are you saying? I gave her hope?"
"That you can change?" The Oracle gave him a sad smile. "You already know the answer to that one."
"You have given me nothing but round-about answers. Tell me what I want to know."
"Listen to me, Mr. Smith. To know all things is not what it's all cracked up to be. Sometimes not knowing is for the best."
"I need to know." The Oracle sighed. She took one more puff and put it out.
"Fine, but I warned you." The Oracle reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a disk. She handed it to him. He gave her a puzzled look. "Like I said, 'I know why you are here.' Just download it."
"If you already knew, than why are we having this discussion?"
"I just hoped that I could talk you out of it."
"Hope is a delusion. You should know this. You have been here too long with your precious humans."
"If you believe that than why are you here and why do you want that disk?" Smith did not reply. "I thought so." Smith got up and put the disk in his inside jacket pocket.
"We will meet again."
"I sincerely hope not. Kira loved you, but she was different. Not everyone can see things the way she did and if she knew what you have become." The Oracle sighed.
"She would what? You know better, do you not? She still would have made the same choice." Smith turned and left leaving the Oracle alone with her cookies. She took one and bit into it.
"God, help us all."
* * *
Smith opened the door to room 401. He hadn't been there since Kira died. It still looked the same, except for the inch thick layer of dust. Smith walked over to the bed, where Kira had slept in almost two years. It smelled of dust and looked about ready to fall apart into individual threads. He placed his right hand on the pillow. It felt oddly warm, like someone had just been lying on it. He picked it up to his face and inhaled.
It's her. Her scent. Smith looked at it with a puzzled look. He went over to her dresser and opened it. Her clothes were still there. Taking out one of her shirts, he held it to his nose. Her scent was still lingering on her clothes after all these years. This is illogical. She is gone. But something made him want to believe that she was still there. That he had stopped by when she decided to go out. Half expecting to see her walk through the door, Smith stood silently, staring at the door. After five minutes, he forced himself to realize that she was not coming back. Putting her things away and the pillow back on the bed he walked over to the other side of the apartment room and found the small laptop he had gotten her long ago. It was covered in dust, but he knew it would work. He would make it work.
Smith sat down and turned it on. He smiled slightly as he heard the fans go. He waited for the main menu or some kind of start up screen. Instead all he got was a blank screen. Smith decided to put in the disk when she computer began to type something on the screen:
To access mainframe, pass code must be given.
Smith stared at the screen and smiled. That is my Kira. Smith looked at the dusty keys and began to type.
Kira. Access denied. Arimis. Access denied. Smith. Access denied.
Smith frowned. What else could she have used? He sat still for nearly five minutes and it finally dawned on him.
Hope. Access granted.
Smith put in the disk and waited for the computer to load it.
Type in your command. . Loading.
A:// Kira
. Playing file Kira.
Message: Not all things are to be known.
Smith scoffed. The Oracle. The screen finally blinked once and then twice as the file began to play. It showed a large view of a city and it narrowed down to a specific community, then a particular block, then a building, and finally the front steps of the building where a version of Smith and Kira stood. They were talking about something and Smith saw himself give the button of his jacket cuff to her. He felt around the computer and found the dial that controlled the volume. Turning it slowly, Smith prepared himself to hear Kira's voice again for the first time, in a long time.
"I believe you."
She was about to follow him when someone grabbed her and ran, but unlike all those years ago, this time, Smith did not hesitate to follow.
Pulling out his gun, Smith ran after the freedom fighter. All the while, Smith was questioning why the hell he even bothered to get her back.
Doesn't this solve your problem? Why are you going after them?
Because I need her.
Smith didn't dare shoot him yet; he still had Kira in his arms. He sneered in frustration as he watched them get into a car and drive off. Stopping only to check the possible human hosts, he found one in a car that just saw their car speeding frantically down Shores Avenue. Smith's vision blacked out momentarily and then re-focuses as he saw the road ahead of him and the speeding sedan. Flooring the gas pedal, Smith continued his pursuit.
"Shit! Why the hell is he following us?" Razor kept glancing at the rearview mirror.
"Are you sure it is him?" Wolf loaded his gun and began to roll down his window.
"Yeah, I think he wants Kira."
"That doesn't make any sense." Wolf stuck his torso out of the window and started to shoot at Smith's car. "Go faster!"
"I am trying!"
"Wolf, let me go."
"What?"
"He'll kill you both. Just let him have me," Kira pleaded.
"Are you insane?"
"He won't hurt me. He took care of me for almost two years."
"He's just using you, Kira."
"He probably is, but at least you will be alive."
"No, I am not leaving you with that.thing!"
Kira screamed as she heard the tires blow out and the car began to fish tale wildly. Razor hit the brakes hard and tried to make the sedan come to a stop. Wolf and Razor were banged up a bit, but they were ok and they checked on Kira. After she assured them that she was fine, she felt something in the back of her head. She turned around to look out the back windshield and saw Smith walking very purposefully toward their wrecked car.
Smith aimed his gun at Wolf. Wolf did not even try to bother with shooting at Smith.
"Give me the girl."
"No way."
"She belongs to me."
"You're crazy." Before Wolf could tell Razor to make a run for it with Kira, he watched in horror as Kira got out of the car and began to walk toward Smith. "Kira!"
"Just go, Wolf. I'll be ok."
"Like hell," Wolf was about to go after her when she turned to him.
"Wolf, please. Just let me go."
"No." But Wolf knew that there was nothing he could do. He could only watch as Kira took the hand of that monster and start to walk away with him. And all he could think about was killing the bastard for brainwashing Kira. I will get you back, Kira. I made a promise.
Smith opened the door to room 401 as Kira slept in his arms. Having her once again in his arms and back in the safety of 401 made him feel complete, content.
"So can I stay with you now?" Smith looked down to see Kira had woken up and was looking at him with searching eyes.
"Yes." Smith put in her bed and tucked her in. "But I have to do something first."
"You have to hide me from the rest of them, right?"
"Yes."
"What do I do?"
"Just relax." Smith stood up and reached up for his earpiece. Kira just watched, as he seemed to stare off into space. "I found you."
"I'm right here."
"No, I mean your pod."
"Oh," Kira remembered what Arimis had told her about the pods and how the machines used humans as a power supply and how the matrix was created for them. Kira never found this hard to believe, which probably explained why she was able to do some of the things the freedom fighters did, like defy gravity. "Will this hurt?"
"No. Just close your eyes." It was then that Smith noticed that he was still holding her hand. Internally, his mind was working furiously. He needed to have Kira's pod safe and out of sight.
Kira noticed a strange sensation starting to build in her head. Her limbs began to get very cold and stiff.
"What's happening?"
"Everything will be ok." Smith replied. "The discomfort will last for only a while."
Kira grip on Smith's hand grew tighter as her vision began to blur and started to fade. Kira was struggling to keep her eyes open but felt a tremendous pressure in the back of her head and finally blacked out.