ONCE UPON A DREAM
Dislaimer: Okay this is gonna be the last one of these thingies that I write. Mostly cuz . . . . well . . . I'm lazy. Yeah thats right. . . lazy. So yeah . . . I don't own Matrix, its characters . . and blah blah blah blah . . . . yadda yadda yadda . . . don't sue me. . . .
Chapter Three . . . .The Agent Named Smith
"It's your lucky day, kiddo . . . " the Oracle said, "Cuz I'm gonna help you."
Salem wasn't sure how that made her lucky, but then she wasn't all that sure of anything that the Oracle told her. But everything that she had told Salem up until now had been truthful. Salem had no reason to mistrust her now. Her jade eyes starred into the soft brown eyes of the Oracle. A long silence ensued, then the Oracle spoke
"Well . . . it's really quite obvious why you're dreaming it don't you think?"
Salem had no idea what she was talking about, "No i do not, old woman, other wise I would not be here, in this cramped apartment, seeking your advice."
"Alright, alright. Take it easy. I'll spell it out for you. You're going to meet an agent. And you're going to fall in love with him. But be careful with this, because one of you may not make it out of this infatuation alive."
Salem, masking her shock, anger, and disgust all at the same time, glarred at the Oracle.
"What the hell do you mean? An AGENT!? They are the very essence of everything that I fight to eliminate. How can I fall in love with an agent?"
The Oracle shrugged, "How can I tell you that? They're your emotions, not mine. And if you ask me, you can do better."
"How will I know what Agent it is? Or can you not tell me that either?"
"Well, his dark glasses and dark suit won't help ya, "The Oracle joked, "But you'll just know. . . .you'll just know."
Salem sighed. She hated that she had wasted her time coming here. She muttered something to The Oracle, turned, and left. Starting up her bike again, she suddenly became angry with that damned woman. What kind of lame help was that? That didn't help her, not in the least. She arrived at the Exit and returned her bike to its storage area , making sure to lock it up. Just as she headed into the door, a hand came down hard on her shoulder, turning her around harshly. There she stood face to face with an agent.
His face was solemn, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. His dark brown hair was slicked back, in typical Agent fashion, his jaw knotted in disgust. Salem, shocked by this aggression, shook herself from her stupor quickly. Her knee shot out, catching the Agent in the stomac, pushing him away from her. He recoiled and moved back, catching his balance. He looked at her, his expression turning smug
"The android. . . . come with me. And I will not harm you . . . much"
Salem didn't even dignify this with a response. She lunged forward, striking out at him. They moved too quickly for most to detect. Kicks, jabs, and blows landed on both of them, all at lightening speed. Then from out of no where, a gunshot rang out. The Agent toppled over, landing on the cement with a thud. Salem looked around to see where the shot had come from. She found the source standing a few metres away from her, smoking gun in his hand.
He was dressed like an Agent, dark sunglasses, black suit. His hair, an interesting mix between aubourne and brown, was slicked back only slightly, giving him a less slimy look then the others. His face was almost too hawk like to be conventionally attractive, but he was still handsome in a refined sort of way. He looked at Salem, even through his dark glasses, his glare penetrated her, causing shivers to clime up her spine.
Was this the Agent that was in her dreams? He strode towards her, pausing to check the agent that still lay on the pavement. He then turned his attention back to Salem, who was frozen in place. Her mind raced
What the Hell? she thought to herself, Agents DO NOT kill other Agents. It is not in their programming. Not in their design. Why did this one kill another of his kind? He must be malfucntioning . . . . or he is . . . . . . Smith . . .
". . . .Why have you done this Agent . . . ?" Salem demanded, not caring for the Agent on the ground, but more because of the way that she felt.
He smirked, "Smith. . . . and I'm not an Agent of this system any more."
Salem closed her eyes, realism taking her over. She knew much about Smith. How he was no longer an Agent of the Matrix, how he was "free". She knew of his loathing of humans and especially of Neo. She knew his body count, which was climbing still, and that he had gained the ability to copy himself. He was a formidable fighter, and a ruthless one at that. She sighed, this man couldn't be the Agent from her dreams, she felt nothing.
"So answer my question. . . Smith."
He paused, then his deep, slow, smooth voice played in her head, "I never liked him anyway. . . . too smug."
"What do you want?"
"You," he answered simply, an evil smile crossing his face.
Salem felt a certain surprise take her. What had he said?
"Pardon. . . "
He eyed her, his smile going from his face, his expression turning stoic. "I believe that you are the android Salem Keller. . . are you not?"
"Indeed, why?"
He said nothing, only bridged the gap between them in two steps, now standing a few scant inches from her. His hand shot out, slamming into her stomac, inside of her. She felt it, but couldn't stop it, couldn't be rid of it. Her hands held onto his wrist, trying with great effort to pull it out. He glared at her viciously.
"Don't struggle. It'll all be over soon."
But it was Salem's turn to smile. "You can't turn me into a copy, fool. I am not a program!"
That being said, she pulled his hand out of her, landing a kick in the middle of his chest, knocking him backwards. She smirked. "Your little tricks will not work on me, Smith"
He only smiled, "Fine then. If I can't transform you, then I'll kill you."
He threw his gun to the side, assuming a fighter's stance. He turned his head to the side, causing a series of loud cracks from his neck bone. Salem smirked confidently, but as she looked at him, she began to feel something that she hadn't expected. . . . . . She felt excited . . . she felt warm . . . . .she felt . . . . infatuated.
End Chapter Three
Next Chapter: Salem faints, Smith saves her from other Agents. . . . Trinity reveals Salem's dreams to Morpheus. All this capped off by a wild delusion and mad, child like taunting . . . heh heh . . . so exciting. ^_^
Dislaimer: Okay this is gonna be the last one of these thingies that I write. Mostly cuz . . . . well . . . I'm lazy. Yeah thats right. . . lazy. So yeah . . . I don't own Matrix, its characters . . and blah blah blah blah . . . . yadda yadda yadda . . . don't sue me. . . .
Chapter Three . . . .The Agent Named Smith
"It's your lucky day, kiddo . . . " the Oracle said, "Cuz I'm gonna help you."
Salem wasn't sure how that made her lucky, but then she wasn't all that sure of anything that the Oracle told her. But everything that she had told Salem up until now had been truthful. Salem had no reason to mistrust her now. Her jade eyes starred into the soft brown eyes of the Oracle. A long silence ensued, then the Oracle spoke
"Well . . . it's really quite obvious why you're dreaming it don't you think?"
Salem had no idea what she was talking about, "No i do not, old woman, other wise I would not be here, in this cramped apartment, seeking your advice."
"Alright, alright. Take it easy. I'll spell it out for you. You're going to meet an agent. And you're going to fall in love with him. But be careful with this, because one of you may not make it out of this infatuation alive."
Salem, masking her shock, anger, and disgust all at the same time, glarred at the Oracle.
"What the hell do you mean? An AGENT!? They are the very essence of everything that I fight to eliminate. How can I fall in love with an agent?"
The Oracle shrugged, "How can I tell you that? They're your emotions, not mine. And if you ask me, you can do better."
"How will I know what Agent it is? Or can you not tell me that either?"
"Well, his dark glasses and dark suit won't help ya, "The Oracle joked, "But you'll just know. . . .you'll just know."
Salem sighed. She hated that she had wasted her time coming here. She muttered something to The Oracle, turned, and left. Starting up her bike again, she suddenly became angry with that damned woman. What kind of lame help was that? That didn't help her, not in the least. She arrived at the Exit and returned her bike to its storage area , making sure to lock it up. Just as she headed into the door, a hand came down hard on her shoulder, turning her around harshly. There she stood face to face with an agent.
His face was solemn, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. His dark brown hair was slicked back, in typical Agent fashion, his jaw knotted in disgust. Salem, shocked by this aggression, shook herself from her stupor quickly. Her knee shot out, catching the Agent in the stomac, pushing him away from her. He recoiled and moved back, catching his balance. He looked at her, his expression turning smug
"The android. . . . come with me. And I will not harm you . . . much"
Salem didn't even dignify this with a response. She lunged forward, striking out at him. They moved too quickly for most to detect. Kicks, jabs, and blows landed on both of them, all at lightening speed. Then from out of no where, a gunshot rang out. The Agent toppled over, landing on the cement with a thud. Salem looked around to see where the shot had come from. She found the source standing a few metres away from her, smoking gun in his hand.
He was dressed like an Agent, dark sunglasses, black suit. His hair, an interesting mix between aubourne and brown, was slicked back only slightly, giving him a less slimy look then the others. His face was almost too hawk like to be conventionally attractive, but he was still handsome in a refined sort of way. He looked at Salem, even through his dark glasses, his glare penetrated her, causing shivers to clime up her spine.
Was this the Agent that was in her dreams? He strode towards her, pausing to check the agent that still lay on the pavement. He then turned his attention back to Salem, who was frozen in place. Her mind raced
What the Hell? she thought to herself, Agents DO NOT kill other Agents. It is not in their programming. Not in their design. Why did this one kill another of his kind? He must be malfucntioning . . . . or he is . . . . . . Smith . . .
". . . .Why have you done this Agent . . . ?" Salem demanded, not caring for the Agent on the ground, but more because of the way that she felt.
He smirked, "Smith. . . . and I'm not an Agent of this system any more."
Salem closed her eyes, realism taking her over. She knew much about Smith. How he was no longer an Agent of the Matrix, how he was "free". She knew of his loathing of humans and especially of Neo. She knew his body count, which was climbing still, and that he had gained the ability to copy himself. He was a formidable fighter, and a ruthless one at that. She sighed, this man couldn't be the Agent from her dreams, she felt nothing.
"So answer my question. . . Smith."
He paused, then his deep, slow, smooth voice played in her head, "I never liked him anyway. . . . too smug."
"What do you want?"
"You," he answered simply, an evil smile crossing his face.
Salem felt a certain surprise take her. What had he said?
"Pardon. . . "
He eyed her, his smile going from his face, his expression turning stoic. "I believe that you are the android Salem Keller. . . are you not?"
"Indeed, why?"
He said nothing, only bridged the gap between them in two steps, now standing a few scant inches from her. His hand shot out, slamming into her stomac, inside of her. She felt it, but couldn't stop it, couldn't be rid of it. Her hands held onto his wrist, trying with great effort to pull it out. He glared at her viciously.
"Don't struggle. It'll all be over soon."
But it was Salem's turn to smile. "You can't turn me into a copy, fool. I am not a program!"
That being said, she pulled his hand out of her, landing a kick in the middle of his chest, knocking him backwards. She smirked. "Your little tricks will not work on me, Smith"
He only smiled, "Fine then. If I can't transform you, then I'll kill you."
He threw his gun to the side, assuming a fighter's stance. He turned his head to the side, causing a series of loud cracks from his neck bone. Salem smirked confidently, but as she looked at him, she began to feel something that she hadn't expected. . . . . . She felt excited . . . she felt warm . . . . .she felt . . . . infatuated.
End Chapter Three
Next Chapter: Salem faints, Smith saves her from other Agents. . . . Trinity reveals Salem's dreams to Morpheus. All this capped off by a wild delusion and mad, child like taunting . . . heh heh . . . so exciting. ^_^