ONCE UPON A DREAM
Author's Note: Heh . . . . well I've made kind of a boo boo in the last chapter . . . THIS is chapter six, ha ha ha . . . I guess that I just can't count. Anyway, I am now warning that, from this point on, any hardcore Neo, and other main character fans of the Matrix, you will be sorely disappointed. They're not in the rest of this story much. . . . oh sure, I can't totally avoid them, but unless you're like me and in mad, complete love with Agent Smith, you won't really get the maximum reading enjoyment. So if you don't like Smith. . . . . . . TURN BACK NOW ! ! ! ! ! !
Chapter Six: "What next?"
The Agent's firm grip tightened around her waist, his sunglasses starring blankly at her. She now saw his face. . . .It was Smith. Salem turned and twisted to get away from him. As she struggled, she knocked off his dark glasses. Now she was still, held by his naked gaze, his chilling blue/green eyes stared into her cool jade ones. Her lips trembled, and so did the rest of her. Inwardly she cursed herself for this weakness. She was a machine, an android, cold and emotionless. She was never meant to be trembling like a wanton in the arms of an Agent, captive to his touch, his gaze, his lips.
Those lips, now inching closer to her's.
No! She screamed at herself, You must resist this. You are not some mindless slut to this Smith. . . . You are Salem Keller. . . . You have to kill the Agent. . . . Not love them!
But she couldn't do anything. All of the strength she had used against the Agents for so many decades, it was gone. . . . all of it gone. Now all she wanted was for him to kiss her. To feel that slender lipped, sensual mouth on her's. She got her wish, before she was even expecting it. His warm mouth, his soft lips on her's, moving slowly. She voiced her approval in a low, almost primal moan. She then felt his tongue flick across her lips, asking. . . . begging for permission. She parted her lips, just enough for him to slip his tongue into her mouth, massaging her's. Her long fingers slid through his hair, caressing it, eventually pulling it gently. His body pressed her against the brick wall of the ally.
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Salem bolted upright, covered in a cold sweat, breath ragged and harsh. She touched her lips, swearing that she could still feel Smith's lips there. She shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. . . . . . REALITY. . . . .Where the Hell was she? She looked around, angry that she didn't recognize any of her surroundings. The room was small, paint chipping off of the walls. She moved out of the bed, feeling her power had completely restored. She moved to the oak door. Opening it a crack she peered out into a long hallway. She stepped out into it, careful not to alert anyone.
"I see that you're better." A low, now familiar voice sounded, startling her.
She turned to see Smith. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes hidden behind those dark glasses. She glared at him.
"Where am I, Smith?" She demanded, her voice sharp, her tone curt.
She was scarcely aware that her body was shaking. She was still weak from the fight an from her recharging. Still she stood her ground, her eyes not leaving his face, as if anticipating an attack.
He said nothing, merely moving swiftly toward her, bridging the gap between them in a few steps. His face was smug, a small smile curving his lips. Lips that Salem could practically taste. He smelled exactly like nothing. . . . he had no scent. Salem was a bit shocked at this. Even the other Agents had a scent. Like a generic cologne or something. But he smelled of nothing. Salem almost liked that, even though it was a bit unnerving. His face was handsome in a refined sort of way, not conventionally attractive, but with a certain sexual magnetism that Salem couldn't ignore. She now resisted the urge to kiss him, knowing that it would be stupid, and that he was still, in essence, an Agent. She drew back from him, her back now firmly pressed against the wall of the narrow hallway.
"Answer me, Smith. . . . Where am I?" her voice was noticeably less confident then it had been a moment ago.
He moved closer still, his hand placed itself on the wall right beside her head. Two long tapered fingers of his other hand trailed lightly up her side, causing her to tremble. This intrigued Smith. He had never made a woman shiver before. . . . and it wasn't an all together bad sensation. He smirked at her.
"Well Miss Keller. . . . it really doesn't matter where you are. You won't be here for long"
This was getting on her nerves. . . .She didn't have to sit here and listen to him be cryptic. And he was getting a little to close to her, now as he spoke to her, his hot breath formed moist trails on her cheeks. That combined with her trembling, he was certainly going to began to think that something was amiss in her mind. Salem didn't want that, but then again, she didn't want that thing to be amiss anymore. He was an Agent. . . . Why did she have to continually remind herself of this?
Without warning, her knee shot out, slamming him in the chest, sending him back into the wall. A loud crack could be heard as Smith's body connected, and as he moved away from the wall, Salem could see the ragged hole in the plaster. All was silent, save for the sound of crumbling plaster. Salem wanted her answer.
"Enough of your bull shit Agent! . . . Keep this up and I swear to God. . . . I'll kill you."
Smith only smiled at her.
"Miss Keller. . ." There was her name again, his drawling tone, drawing her name out, making Salem tremble harder.
God, why is he doing this to me?
"Miss Keller. . . .You say that you will kill me?"
She glared at him.
"You're no different from any other Agent. . . . Yeah, I'd kill you in a minute."
He drew his gun, "I'm only asking because. . ." He placed the cold muzzle against her forehead. "I think that you'd only kill me if I didn't kill you first."
She only starred at him, her eyes narrowed, her fists clenched. "You cannot frighten me with that toy . . .Smith." She hissed at him through her teeth.
Smith holstered his gun. He then pulled off his sunglasses, looking into her eyes. His gaze held her whole. It was so intense, much like the rest of him. But now that intensity was focussed on her. The thought settled into her mind with some ill ease. She starred back at him, her own intense eyes stabbing at his. It looked to her, however, something was fighting within Smith. She didn't understand what it was, but he was definitely conflicted within his mind. He sighed suddenly, looking away from her.
". . .Go." He said, after a long pause.
Salem wasn't sure she had heard him right. . . .Had he told her to go?
"Are you deaf as well as an idiot Miss Keller? . . . . I said go. Do it now!"
She didn't waste any time. Bolting to the end of the hallway she saw a glass door that led to a terrace. Bursting through that, she leapt from the terrace and onto the pavement below. She then ran down the street, moving as fast as she was able. As she passed a man talking on a cell phone, she seized it, ignoring that frantic cries of the owner as he screamed obscenities at her. Dialling the number that connected with the outside world while running she listened as the phone rang once. . . twice . . . . three times. . . .
"Operator," Link responded.
"Link!" Salem shouted through the phone, "Get me an exit!"
A pause. "You're right beside one."
Salem halted abruptly, looking around the street. She saw her exit. An old pay phone. As she looked at it, it began to ring. She ran to it and picked up the receiver, feeling a strange, but familiar tingling sensation as she was returned to her real world.
Salem opened her eyes, looking up into Morpheus's welcoming face.
"Welcome back. . ."
End Chapter Six: Well there we go . . . heh . . . A brand new chapter. I hope you all liked it. The next chapter is all about Smith as well. But I'm not gonna repeat the fiasco of trying to write first person again . . . ^_^. Anyway. . . . I probably won't update for a little while. Maybe a week . . . we'll see . . . But still look for the next chapter before the end of the month. Until next time. . . ADIEU
Author's Note: Heh . . . . well I've made kind of a boo boo in the last chapter . . . THIS is chapter six, ha ha ha . . . I guess that I just can't count. Anyway, I am now warning that, from this point on, any hardcore Neo, and other main character fans of the Matrix, you will be sorely disappointed. They're not in the rest of this story much. . . . oh sure, I can't totally avoid them, but unless you're like me and in mad, complete love with Agent Smith, you won't really get the maximum reading enjoyment. So if you don't like Smith. . . . . . . TURN BACK NOW ! ! ! ! ! !
Chapter Six: "What next?"
The Agent's firm grip tightened around her waist, his sunglasses starring blankly at her. She now saw his face. . . .It was Smith. Salem turned and twisted to get away from him. As she struggled, she knocked off his dark glasses. Now she was still, held by his naked gaze, his chilling blue/green eyes stared into her cool jade ones. Her lips trembled, and so did the rest of her. Inwardly she cursed herself for this weakness. She was a machine, an android, cold and emotionless. She was never meant to be trembling like a wanton in the arms of an Agent, captive to his touch, his gaze, his lips.
Those lips, now inching closer to her's.
No! She screamed at herself, You must resist this. You are not some mindless slut to this Smith. . . . You are Salem Keller. . . . You have to kill the Agent. . . . Not love them!
But she couldn't do anything. All of the strength she had used against the Agents for so many decades, it was gone. . . . all of it gone. Now all she wanted was for him to kiss her. To feel that slender lipped, sensual mouth on her's. She got her wish, before she was even expecting it. His warm mouth, his soft lips on her's, moving slowly. She voiced her approval in a low, almost primal moan. She then felt his tongue flick across her lips, asking. . . . begging for permission. She parted her lips, just enough for him to slip his tongue into her mouth, massaging her's. Her long fingers slid through his hair, caressing it, eventually pulling it gently. His body pressed her against the brick wall of the ally.
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Salem bolted upright, covered in a cold sweat, breath ragged and harsh. She touched her lips, swearing that she could still feel Smith's lips there. She shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. . . . . . REALITY. . . . .Where the Hell was she? She looked around, angry that she didn't recognize any of her surroundings. The room was small, paint chipping off of the walls. She moved out of the bed, feeling her power had completely restored. She moved to the oak door. Opening it a crack she peered out into a long hallway. She stepped out into it, careful not to alert anyone.
"I see that you're better." A low, now familiar voice sounded, startling her.
She turned to see Smith. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes hidden behind those dark glasses. She glared at him.
"Where am I, Smith?" She demanded, her voice sharp, her tone curt.
She was scarcely aware that her body was shaking. She was still weak from the fight an from her recharging. Still she stood her ground, her eyes not leaving his face, as if anticipating an attack.
He said nothing, merely moving swiftly toward her, bridging the gap between them in a few steps. His face was smug, a small smile curving his lips. Lips that Salem could practically taste. He smelled exactly like nothing. . . . he had no scent. Salem was a bit shocked at this. Even the other Agents had a scent. Like a generic cologne or something. But he smelled of nothing. Salem almost liked that, even though it was a bit unnerving. His face was handsome in a refined sort of way, not conventionally attractive, but with a certain sexual magnetism that Salem couldn't ignore. She now resisted the urge to kiss him, knowing that it would be stupid, and that he was still, in essence, an Agent. She drew back from him, her back now firmly pressed against the wall of the narrow hallway.
"Answer me, Smith. . . . Where am I?" her voice was noticeably less confident then it had been a moment ago.
He moved closer still, his hand placed itself on the wall right beside her head. Two long tapered fingers of his other hand trailed lightly up her side, causing her to tremble. This intrigued Smith. He had never made a woman shiver before. . . . and it wasn't an all together bad sensation. He smirked at her.
"Well Miss Keller. . . . it really doesn't matter where you are. You won't be here for long"
This was getting on her nerves. . . .She didn't have to sit here and listen to him be cryptic. And he was getting a little to close to her, now as he spoke to her, his hot breath formed moist trails on her cheeks. That combined with her trembling, he was certainly going to began to think that something was amiss in her mind. Salem didn't want that, but then again, she didn't want that thing to be amiss anymore. He was an Agent. . . . Why did she have to continually remind herself of this?
Without warning, her knee shot out, slamming him in the chest, sending him back into the wall. A loud crack could be heard as Smith's body connected, and as he moved away from the wall, Salem could see the ragged hole in the plaster. All was silent, save for the sound of crumbling plaster. Salem wanted her answer.
"Enough of your bull shit Agent! . . . Keep this up and I swear to God. . . . I'll kill you."
Smith only smiled at her.
"Miss Keller. . ." There was her name again, his drawling tone, drawing her name out, making Salem tremble harder.
God, why is he doing this to me?
"Miss Keller. . . .You say that you will kill me?"
She glared at him.
"You're no different from any other Agent. . . . Yeah, I'd kill you in a minute."
He drew his gun, "I'm only asking because. . ." He placed the cold muzzle against her forehead. "I think that you'd only kill me if I didn't kill you first."
She only starred at him, her eyes narrowed, her fists clenched. "You cannot frighten me with that toy . . .Smith." She hissed at him through her teeth.
Smith holstered his gun. He then pulled off his sunglasses, looking into her eyes. His gaze held her whole. It was so intense, much like the rest of him. But now that intensity was focussed on her. The thought settled into her mind with some ill ease. She starred back at him, her own intense eyes stabbing at his. It looked to her, however, something was fighting within Smith. She didn't understand what it was, but he was definitely conflicted within his mind. He sighed suddenly, looking away from her.
". . .Go." He said, after a long pause.
Salem wasn't sure she had heard him right. . . .Had he told her to go?
"Are you deaf as well as an idiot Miss Keller? . . . . I said go. Do it now!"
She didn't waste any time. Bolting to the end of the hallway she saw a glass door that led to a terrace. Bursting through that, she leapt from the terrace and onto the pavement below. She then ran down the street, moving as fast as she was able. As she passed a man talking on a cell phone, she seized it, ignoring that frantic cries of the owner as he screamed obscenities at her. Dialling the number that connected with the outside world while running she listened as the phone rang once. . . twice . . . . three times. . . .
"Operator," Link responded.
"Link!" Salem shouted through the phone, "Get me an exit!"
A pause. "You're right beside one."
Salem halted abruptly, looking around the street. She saw her exit. An old pay phone. As she looked at it, it began to ring. She ran to it and picked up the receiver, feeling a strange, but familiar tingling sensation as she was returned to her real world.
Salem opened her eyes, looking up into Morpheus's welcoming face.
"Welcome back. . ."
End Chapter Six: Well there we go . . . heh . . . A brand new chapter. I hope you all liked it. The next chapter is all about Smith as well. But I'm not gonna repeat the fiasco of trying to write first person again . . . ^_^. Anyway. . . . I probably won't update for a little while. Maybe a week . . . we'll see . . . But still look for the next chapter before the end of the month. Until next time. . . ADIEU