Fallen
I just thought that it would be interesting if Smith actually had a past event to spark the beginnings of his insanity, so I made this one up, although he really does not need one, because he does the psychotic agent thing so well. Well, any way let's go on with it. In no way do I own any of the matrix characters other than the ones I make up. Kira is entirely my character and I hope u enjoy my story.
Chapter One
Systems online. Systems check. Accessing Memory hard drive. Archive retrieval. Data found. Data Enter pass code: **** Access granted.
Event code: 10011 1900 hours Stanhope and Wilmington Possible safe house Mission directives: Search, interrogate and destroy
The empty hallway was illuminated with a single fluorescent light that ran the length of the hall. The building was condemned nearly six years ago, but the city never demolished it or cut the utilities. It was as if the city simply forgot it ever existed, but the people knew that it was off limits. Even the homeless were never desperate enough for shelter to risk squatting in that building. It was as if somewhere in their minds they knew that something was not right about the building and left it alone. What seemed like the first time in years, a pair of high polished black shoes walked the length of the hallway on the fourth floor, leaving ridged shoe prints in the dust. It continued on in a casual, yet oddly purposeful stride. They finally stopped in front of room 401. The doors have long since lost their original paint and most of them were now a putrid faded green that was now peeling and curled into horrible little rolls like old dried skin. Then a resounding crash echoed throughout the building as none other than Agent Smith reduced the door into nothing but a pile of decrepit greenish splinters and a pair of hinges still clinging pitifully on the doorframe with his fist. As the dust settled, Smith scanned the small apartment room. He saw nothing but a single table with a phone connected to a LAN line, no doubt an exit point for the rebels, but even Smith could see that the dust had settled for some time now and revealed no signs of recent use. Smith checked quickly with his fellow agents, silently scanning their reports in some unseen mode of communication; nothing. Brown and Jones were guarding the exits. The search program had determined this to be a safe house for the members of the resistance. So far, there was nothing of significance. Smith was about to report that there was nothing here, when he heard gunshots down the hall. Running down the hall, he saw Brown shoot several rounds at the fleeing rebels. Jones was right behind him and the three gave chase.
The pursuit ended at an abandoned warehouse. Jones had killed two of the five rebels in a devastating car chase and Brown and Smith were pursuing the others. Smith had already downloaded their identities. He was interested in only one of them, the leader of their crew, a man named Arimis. He would be the only one that knew the codes to Zion's mainframe. Smith placed his hand over his earpiece. There, a human that was still plugged in.
Bill looked through several of the trash bins and found nothing to help him fight off the chill of the night. The warehouse gave him a roof over his head, but it was drafty and cold as hell. Bill was about to sit down and attempt to get some sleep when he felt a strange sensation. Oh, God, what is happening? It felt as if something was tearing him apart from the inside. Bill tried to scream, but everything went black.
Smith adjusted his suit and tie. He checked again with the other agents. But instead of getting Brown and Jones, he felt another human that was still plugged in. Digital information was already flowing into his head, telling him that it was a female and that her mass indicated that she was a child. Information on her already began to flow into his system to be processed. Her size alone prevented him from hacking into her, but there was a different reason he did not attempt to take over. Something was odd about this human. He could feel it. She was not like the others. This perked his curiosity even more. Now he wanted to get to her fist, besides, she was with his main target.
Arimis had gotten separated from the rest of his crew, but it was better this way. He knew that the agents were primarily more interested in him than the rest of them. Arimis had a hard time running since he was carrying something in his arms. Breathing heavily, Arimis finally stopped when he had found a mountain of cardboard boxes. He gently placed his bundle down and made sure that it was hidden from view. He smiled with reassurance as a ten-year-old girl looked at him with frightened eyes. He looked at those big green eyes and knew that he no choice but to leave her. He had planned to unplug her and her mother tonight, but then the agents found them. Running his hands through her silky brown hair, he suddenly flooded with the memories of her mother.
"Kira, I want you to listen to me. I need you to stay here."
"No, Arimis, don't leave me here." Arimis winced as she said his name. He had left her nearly eight years ago. It felt as if it was an eternity. One day he just suddenly noticed that something was very wrong with his reality and the next thing he knew, he was serving on the Halo and became captain within a few years. He always wanted to return to them, but it was always too dangerous. When he did finally show up, Kira welcomed him with open arms, but her mother was a different story. It took time, time he didn't have, but eventually Kira's mom came around and wanted him back to be apart of their life. That decision probably decided Nina and her daughter's fate. But Arimis couldn't live or breathe without Kira. He loved her too much to listen to reason and Kira knew it too. She could see it in his eyes. Arimis had no doubt that Kira loved him, but even now, it was always Arimis, never daddy or father. When he told them the truth about what happened, Kira believed him, not because she loved him or wanted to, but because she could feel it. She was different than any one he ever encountered. She was what some people would call an "empath." She could sense what others were thinking or feeling. And tonight, Arimis had a feeling that this might be the last time he ever saw her, but he would die for her any day, but once, just once, he would have given anything to hear her call him dad.
"I have too, baby. If I take you with me they are going to hurt you."
"Is mom ok?"
Arimis did not answer and knew he did not have too.
"Promise me you will stay here."
Kira only looked at him with glazed eyes. "I promise."
"I will be back for you, if not me then one of my crew will come get you." Arimis knew she saw through that lie. The look alone proved that she knew that he was probably not coming back or any of his crew. Kira only nodded and hugged him tightly. Arimis struggled to hide his tears.
"I love you so much, Kira."
"I love you too, daddy." Kira whispered. Arimis' heart felt as if it was going to break into a million pieces. It was bitter sweet to finally hear her say that word. Now that she had, he didn't want to let her go or felt prepared to say goodbye. "I'll be ok. I will see you again." "Liar," Kira sobbed, but gave him a sad smile. Kira then watched helplessly as he ran trying to draw the agents away from her as far as possible. Kira waited in nervous anxiety hoping against all hope that her instincts were wrong, but so far they never were.
Nina smiled as she watched her two-year-old daughter chase a butterfly in their ridiculously small backyard. Nina always felt a small surge of rage whenever she looked at her beautiful daughter and remembered how her own husband walked out on them. How could anyone leave someone like that behind?
Five years later.
Nina sat with Kira in her arms watching the news replay the terrorists' new attack on a government building. Nina shook her head and clicked her tongue.
"What is with these people?" Nina bent over to pick up the remote when the doorbell rang. "Who the hell is that?"
"Let him in, mommy." Kira said without even looking away from the television. Nina looked at her daughter. She knew that she was special, but sometimes Kira frightened her with the stuff she knew. Walking over to the door she opened it and nearly fainted.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Nina was prepared to punch her abandoning husband right in the face.
"Nina, I know you think the worst of me right now, but I can explain."
"Yeah? Explain it to the door." Nina slammed the door in his face and refused to acknowledge his pleas and knocking.
Two months later, Nina finally let Arimis see his daughter. Nina had to admit Arimis' story was completely insane, but when she saw him and Kira together, she knew that he loved her more than anything else in the world. She knew Kira felt it too. When they were together they felt completed and that was something Nina did not want to destroy. He would lay down his life for her.
Kira's thoughts were shattered when she heard it; a single shot had been fired. There was no way to tell who had shot it, but Kira knew it wasn't one of Arimis' crew, because they shot entire clips at agents and even then that was pointless. But it could have been an agent, their aim was lethal, but Kira knew better. No, Arimis had fired that one. She knew he would die before allowing them to take him hostage. She knew he would kill himself rather than expose Zion. Kira tried to will herself to move and escape; there was no one coming for her and the agents would know she was there soon enough. But Kira had nowhere to go. She had lost the two people she cared about most on same night. Desperately trying to stifle her tears, she heard the clicking of shoes on the cement. Burying her head into her knees, she hoped that maybe the agents would just leave her alone. But they never do. She jumped slightly as she heard the agent move the boxes. He walked very slowly toward her and stopped. Kira could see her tear streaked face on his black shoes. Unable to help herself, she looked up slowly. Kira just gaped as her scream was caught in her throat. Not only was it an agent, it was the worst one of all. It was Smith. Kira was expecting the barrel of his gun pointed at her face, but instead he only stared at her as if she was something new and interesting.
"Your name is Kira, right?" he spoke with unflinching cold. Kira only nodded her head. She suddenly backed away as Smith bent down to be eye level with her. She looked over him wildly searching for a way out that did not exist. "Your father is dead." Smith reached up to remove his glasses. "I guess that means you are all alone."
Kira did not know what came over her. Her fear vanished and was replaced by the sheer desperation to be with someone, anyone. She flung herself into the arms of Smith and wrapped her own shaking arms around his neck tightly.
"Please don't leave me alone," Kira whispered quietly. She had her face buried in the crook of Smith's neck. Smith looked appalled and then regained his composure. He looked at this small ten-year-old girl in his arms. His mind told him to make her let go of him and just leave her there, but something else told him to keep her. Kira sensed that Smith had no real intention of doing anything with her except maybe get rid of her, but to her surprise he picked her up in his arms and started to walk out of the warehouse. Kira looked over his shoulder and into the inky blackness of the warehouse where Arimis and his crew had undoubtedly met their fate. Kira then looked at the stern countenance of her new guardian for the time being and knew for the first time the meaning of betrayal.
Smith placed the sleeping child on the bed. He did not understand why he even bothered. The source could have easily erased her memory and given her a new home. However, something told him that Kira was different and would probably sense that something was not right. She is only human. Why bother? What am I doing?
Smith turned and walked over to the door. He opened it and saw both Brown and Jones standing there emotionless as usual.
"Where did you go?" Brown asked.
"Looking for the others," Smith replied.
"What are you doing in here?" Jones asked. They seemed unsatisfied by his answer. This annoyed him for some reason.
"Looking for anything that can help us find another leader. We need the codes."
Brown and Jones only stared. They turned around and started walking down the hall. Smith turned back to check that Kira was still asleep. He found her standing in the corner looking at him. Smith knew that Brown and Jones were waiting for him.
"You changed it."
Smith looked at with a puzzled expression. "What?"
"The room." Smith nearly snorted with impatience but didn't because agents don't snort. They sneer. "Get some sleep," Smith replied, completely ignoring her first comment. Smith frowned as Kira still remained in her spot. "I will come back tomorrow." Why did I say that?
"Promise?"
"What?"
"Promise you'll come back?"
Smith did not reply, and then realized it would be the only way to get her back in bed. "Yes."
Kira hesitated for a second and then finally gave in and went back under her covers. Smith closed the door and saw Brown and Jones waiting at the end of the hallway.
"What's wrong?" Jones asked.
"Just a cat," Smith replied.
I just thought that it would be interesting if Smith actually had a past event to spark the beginnings of his insanity, so I made this one up, although he really does not need one, because he does the psychotic agent thing so well. Well, any way let's go on with it. In no way do I own any of the matrix characters other than the ones I make up. Kira is entirely my character and I hope u enjoy my story.
Chapter One
Systems online. Systems check. Accessing Memory hard drive. Archive retrieval. Data found. Data Enter pass code: **** Access granted.
Event code: 10011 1900 hours Stanhope and Wilmington Possible safe house Mission directives: Search, interrogate and destroy
The empty hallway was illuminated with a single fluorescent light that ran the length of the hall. The building was condemned nearly six years ago, but the city never demolished it or cut the utilities. It was as if the city simply forgot it ever existed, but the people knew that it was off limits. Even the homeless were never desperate enough for shelter to risk squatting in that building. It was as if somewhere in their minds they knew that something was not right about the building and left it alone. What seemed like the first time in years, a pair of high polished black shoes walked the length of the hallway on the fourth floor, leaving ridged shoe prints in the dust. It continued on in a casual, yet oddly purposeful stride. They finally stopped in front of room 401. The doors have long since lost their original paint and most of them were now a putrid faded green that was now peeling and curled into horrible little rolls like old dried skin. Then a resounding crash echoed throughout the building as none other than Agent Smith reduced the door into nothing but a pile of decrepit greenish splinters and a pair of hinges still clinging pitifully on the doorframe with his fist. As the dust settled, Smith scanned the small apartment room. He saw nothing but a single table with a phone connected to a LAN line, no doubt an exit point for the rebels, but even Smith could see that the dust had settled for some time now and revealed no signs of recent use. Smith checked quickly with his fellow agents, silently scanning their reports in some unseen mode of communication; nothing. Brown and Jones were guarding the exits. The search program had determined this to be a safe house for the members of the resistance. So far, there was nothing of significance. Smith was about to report that there was nothing here, when he heard gunshots down the hall. Running down the hall, he saw Brown shoot several rounds at the fleeing rebels. Jones was right behind him and the three gave chase.
The pursuit ended at an abandoned warehouse. Jones had killed two of the five rebels in a devastating car chase and Brown and Smith were pursuing the others. Smith had already downloaded their identities. He was interested in only one of them, the leader of their crew, a man named Arimis. He would be the only one that knew the codes to Zion's mainframe. Smith placed his hand over his earpiece. There, a human that was still plugged in.
Bill looked through several of the trash bins and found nothing to help him fight off the chill of the night. The warehouse gave him a roof over his head, but it was drafty and cold as hell. Bill was about to sit down and attempt to get some sleep when he felt a strange sensation. Oh, God, what is happening? It felt as if something was tearing him apart from the inside. Bill tried to scream, but everything went black.
Smith adjusted his suit and tie. He checked again with the other agents. But instead of getting Brown and Jones, he felt another human that was still plugged in. Digital information was already flowing into his head, telling him that it was a female and that her mass indicated that she was a child. Information on her already began to flow into his system to be processed. Her size alone prevented him from hacking into her, but there was a different reason he did not attempt to take over. Something was odd about this human. He could feel it. She was not like the others. This perked his curiosity even more. Now he wanted to get to her fist, besides, she was with his main target.
Arimis had gotten separated from the rest of his crew, but it was better this way. He knew that the agents were primarily more interested in him than the rest of them. Arimis had a hard time running since he was carrying something in his arms. Breathing heavily, Arimis finally stopped when he had found a mountain of cardboard boxes. He gently placed his bundle down and made sure that it was hidden from view. He smiled with reassurance as a ten-year-old girl looked at him with frightened eyes. He looked at those big green eyes and knew that he no choice but to leave her. He had planned to unplug her and her mother tonight, but then the agents found them. Running his hands through her silky brown hair, he suddenly flooded with the memories of her mother.
"Kira, I want you to listen to me. I need you to stay here."
"No, Arimis, don't leave me here." Arimis winced as she said his name. He had left her nearly eight years ago. It felt as if it was an eternity. One day he just suddenly noticed that something was very wrong with his reality and the next thing he knew, he was serving on the Halo and became captain within a few years. He always wanted to return to them, but it was always too dangerous. When he did finally show up, Kira welcomed him with open arms, but her mother was a different story. It took time, time he didn't have, but eventually Kira's mom came around and wanted him back to be apart of their life. That decision probably decided Nina and her daughter's fate. But Arimis couldn't live or breathe without Kira. He loved her too much to listen to reason and Kira knew it too. She could see it in his eyes. Arimis had no doubt that Kira loved him, but even now, it was always Arimis, never daddy or father. When he told them the truth about what happened, Kira believed him, not because she loved him or wanted to, but because she could feel it. She was different than any one he ever encountered. She was what some people would call an "empath." She could sense what others were thinking or feeling. And tonight, Arimis had a feeling that this might be the last time he ever saw her, but he would die for her any day, but once, just once, he would have given anything to hear her call him dad.
"I have too, baby. If I take you with me they are going to hurt you."
"Is mom ok?"
Arimis did not answer and knew he did not have too.
"Promise me you will stay here."
Kira only looked at him with glazed eyes. "I promise."
"I will be back for you, if not me then one of my crew will come get you." Arimis knew she saw through that lie. The look alone proved that she knew that he was probably not coming back or any of his crew. Kira only nodded and hugged him tightly. Arimis struggled to hide his tears.
"I love you so much, Kira."
"I love you too, daddy." Kira whispered. Arimis' heart felt as if it was going to break into a million pieces. It was bitter sweet to finally hear her say that word. Now that she had, he didn't want to let her go or felt prepared to say goodbye. "I'll be ok. I will see you again." "Liar," Kira sobbed, but gave him a sad smile. Kira then watched helplessly as he ran trying to draw the agents away from her as far as possible. Kira waited in nervous anxiety hoping against all hope that her instincts were wrong, but so far they never were.
Nina smiled as she watched her two-year-old daughter chase a butterfly in their ridiculously small backyard. Nina always felt a small surge of rage whenever she looked at her beautiful daughter and remembered how her own husband walked out on them. How could anyone leave someone like that behind?
Five years later.
Nina sat with Kira in her arms watching the news replay the terrorists' new attack on a government building. Nina shook her head and clicked her tongue.
"What is with these people?" Nina bent over to pick up the remote when the doorbell rang. "Who the hell is that?"
"Let him in, mommy." Kira said without even looking away from the television. Nina looked at her daughter. She knew that she was special, but sometimes Kira frightened her with the stuff she knew. Walking over to the door she opened it and nearly fainted.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Nina was prepared to punch her abandoning husband right in the face.
"Nina, I know you think the worst of me right now, but I can explain."
"Yeah? Explain it to the door." Nina slammed the door in his face and refused to acknowledge his pleas and knocking.
Two months later, Nina finally let Arimis see his daughter. Nina had to admit Arimis' story was completely insane, but when she saw him and Kira together, she knew that he loved her more than anything else in the world. She knew Kira felt it too. When they were together they felt completed and that was something Nina did not want to destroy. He would lay down his life for her.
Kira's thoughts were shattered when she heard it; a single shot had been fired. There was no way to tell who had shot it, but Kira knew it wasn't one of Arimis' crew, because they shot entire clips at agents and even then that was pointless. But it could have been an agent, their aim was lethal, but Kira knew better. No, Arimis had fired that one. She knew he would die before allowing them to take him hostage. She knew he would kill himself rather than expose Zion. Kira tried to will herself to move and escape; there was no one coming for her and the agents would know she was there soon enough. But Kira had nowhere to go. She had lost the two people she cared about most on same night. Desperately trying to stifle her tears, she heard the clicking of shoes on the cement. Burying her head into her knees, she hoped that maybe the agents would just leave her alone. But they never do. She jumped slightly as she heard the agent move the boxes. He walked very slowly toward her and stopped. Kira could see her tear streaked face on his black shoes. Unable to help herself, she looked up slowly. Kira just gaped as her scream was caught in her throat. Not only was it an agent, it was the worst one of all. It was Smith. Kira was expecting the barrel of his gun pointed at her face, but instead he only stared at her as if she was something new and interesting.
"Your name is Kira, right?" he spoke with unflinching cold. Kira only nodded her head. She suddenly backed away as Smith bent down to be eye level with her. She looked over him wildly searching for a way out that did not exist. "Your father is dead." Smith reached up to remove his glasses. "I guess that means you are all alone."
Kira did not know what came over her. Her fear vanished and was replaced by the sheer desperation to be with someone, anyone. She flung herself into the arms of Smith and wrapped her own shaking arms around his neck tightly.
"Please don't leave me alone," Kira whispered quietly. She had her face buried in the crook of Smith's neck. Smith looked appalled and then regained his composure. He looked at this small ten-year-old girl in his arms. His mind told him to make her let go of him and just leave her there, but something else told him to keep her. Kira sensed that Smith had no real intention of doing anything with her except maybe get rid of her, but to her surprise he picked her up in his arms and started to walk out of the warehouse. Kira looked over his shoulder and into the inky blackness of the warehouse where Arimis and his crew had undoubtedly met their fate. Kira then looked at the stern countenance of her new guardian for the time being and knew for the first time the meaning of betrayal.
Smith placed the sleeping child on the bed. He did not understand why he even bothered. The source could have easily erased her memory and given her a new home. However, something told him that Kira was different and would probably sense that something was not right. She is only human. Why bother? What am I doing?
Smith turned and walked over to the door. He opened it and saw both Brown and Jones standing there emotionless as usual.
"Where did you go?" Brown asked.
"Looking for the others," Smith replied.
"What are you doing in here?" Jones asked. They seemed unsatisfied by his answer. This annoyed him for some reason.
"Looking for anything that can help us find another leader. We need the codes."
Brown and Jones only stared. They turned around and started walking down the hall. Smith turned back to check that Kira was still asleep. He found her standing in the corner looking at him. Smith knew that Brown and Jones were waiting for him.
"You changed it."
Smith looked at with a puzzled expression. "What?"
"The room." Smith nearly snorted with impatience but didn't because agents don't snort. They sneer. "Get some sleep," Smith replied, completely ignoring her first comment. Smith frowned as Kira still remained in her spot. "I will come back tomorrow." Why did I say that?
"Promise?"
"What?"
"Promise you'll come back?"
Smith did not reply, and then realized it would be the only way to get her back in bed. "Yes."
Kira hesitated for a second and then finally gave in and went back under her covers. Smith closed the door and saw Brown and Jones waiting at the end of the hallway.
"What's wrong?" Jones asked.
"Just a cat," Smith replied.