*hugs all her reviewers* Thank you! Without all your support I might not have continued this… it
WAS supposed to be an one-off, maybe sequel-led, but hey, I saw Reloaded and got ideas :D
*****
"There's more of him?"
"Yeah. A lot more."
******
Visions of Smith dancing in his eyes. Hearing that voice… -that voice! – again.
"Then you're aware of it."
Yes. He was. He was far too aware of it.
"Our connection."
Connected… They were connected…
"I don't fully understand how it happened."
That made the two of them.
" I killed you, Mister Anderson, I watched you die... With a certain satisfaction, I might add"
The look in his face, the cold glee… the burning desire to see those blue eyes trapped behind
sunglasses before everything went dark…
"We're here because of you, Mister Anderson, we're here to take from you what you tried to take
from us… Purpose."
The way he had paused before the last word, as if he was going to say something else, something
different….
"More!"
That voice, roughened by the fighting, eager… oh how he longed to hear that word in another
circumstances! Hear it again and again and again… no! What was he thinking? This could not be!
"It is inevitable!"..vitable!" …table." …ble…" ...e…"
The hissing sound filling his ears, the pressure of the multiple Smiths around and on top of him…
the feeling of something hard digging into his back as the "lead" Smith was pressed against him in a
mockery of a lover's embrace…
"I want exactly what you want."
No!
"I want everything."
WAS supposed to be an one-off, maybe sequel-led, but hey, I saw Reloaded and got ideas :D
*****
"There's more of him?"
"Yeah. A lot more."
******
Visions of Smith dancing in his eyes. Hearing that voice… -that voice! – again.
"Then you're aware of it."
Yes. He was. He was far too aware of it.
"Our connection."
Connected… They were connected…
"I don't fully understand how it happened."
That made the two of them.
" I killed you, Mister Anderson, I watched you die... With a certain satisfaction, I might add"
The look in his face, the cold glee… the burning desire to see those blue eyes trapped behind
sunglasses before everything went dark…
"We're here because of you, Mister Anderson, we're here to take from you what you tried to take
from us… Purpose."
The way he had paused before the last word, as if he was going to say something else, something
different….
"More!"
That voice, roughened by the fighting, eager… oh how he longed to hear that word in another
circumstances! Hear it again and again and again… no! What was he thinking? This could not be!
"It is inevitable!"..vitable!" …table." …ble…" ...e…"
The hissing sound filling his ears, the pressure of the multiple Smiths around and on top of him…
the feeling of something hard digging into his back as the "lead" Smith was pressed against him in a
mockery of a lover's embrace…
"I want exactly what you want."
No!
"I want everything."