Sorry it's been so long since I have updated anything. I have a life
too. Anyway, I know it is short and I am currently working on the Third
chapter so relax. (Add disclaimers here).
Chapter Two
Kira opened her eyes and saw the sun streaming through the window. She felt a slight tingling sensation in her head. Getting up she felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
"How long have I been asleep?" Kira said to no one in particular.
"Two days." Kira turned to see Smith standing near her bed.
"Why does my head hurt?"
"By moving you, I have disturbed your equilibrium within the pod, but you will adjust in a few hours."
"So where is it now?"
"Hidden, but I had to keep it at broadcast level."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"No, I have three sentinels watching it constantly." Smith relayed all this information in stone cold precision.
"Will they find out?" Kira asked slowly.
"Eventually." Kira only nodded at his response.
"So what now?"
"Training."
Kira struggled to her feet as she tried to push the pain away. She lifted her gaze back up to see her opponent positioned in a fighting stance with pure poise. Kira was desperately trying to regain her composure while, her adversary stood nearly motionless. They had been fighting for nearly twenty minutes and he wasn't even breathing hard. All around them was evidence of their grueling battle. The room was hardly left in tact.
Kira was about to begin a new attack when Smith pulled out of his fighting stance.
"That's enough."
"No, I was just getting started," Kira replied.
"I said, that is enough." Smith glared at his ward. Kira opened her mouth to protest, but shut it because she knew that there was no arguing with him. Kira watched as the reality of the training program began to melt like liquid paint running slowly down a wall. Then Kira found she was once again in the safety of room 401 and sitting on her bed and across from her was Smith sitting on a chair. He looked at her with a stern countenance, but the coldness she once saw in his eyes were now gone and replaced by something else, concern.
"Why do you have me fight you, if you think I will never be good enough to win?" Kira asked angrily.
"Are you hurt?" The question nearly knocked Kira over. She wasn't expecting that.
"No."
"Good." Smith stood up and straightened his suit.
"You didn't answer my question," Kira insisted.
"Because you need to be good enough to at least escape from them," Smith paused like he was experiencing some sharp pain. "To survive them."
"You mean the other agents," Kira said softly.
"It will be only a matter of time." Smith looked at Kira.
"But you will be there," Kira paused. "Right?" Smith did not answer right away. He turned to stare out the window overlooking the streets below.
"Of course."
Secured Area.
"Where have you been?" asked Jones.
"That is not important," Smith sneered. "Why were we summoned here?"
"The main system thinks that there is a intruder in our world," replied Brown.
"What kind?" asked Smith in his usual calm monotone.
"There might be a traitor among us. The source wants us to find and destroy it," Jones with equal coldness.
"But what about the codes?" Smith asked.
"That is no longer out priority. The traitor must be dealt with," Brown reiterated.
"Fine, begin the search," Smith said. The other two just nodded and went their separate ways. Smith remained still and poised, but inside his head, he was listing all the possibilities on how to get Kira safely out and away from him. "I am sorry, Kira," Smith said to himself.
When Smith entered room 401 the last thing he expected was to see Kira waiting for him with a birthday cake and a ridiculous party hat.
"Surprise!" Kira shouted gleefully.
"What are you wearing?" asked Smith. Kira frowned.
"The least you could do was say, "thank you." This cake took forever to bake." Kira put the cake down without much ceremony and flopped on the couch.
"Take that thing off," Smith said.
"Does it bother you?" Kira snapped.
"It looks ridiculous."
"Well, maybe I like it!" Kira yelled.
"Fine," Smith seethed menacingly. Smith stood stiffly in front of the door in agonizing silence.
"Well at least come in and shut the door," Kira spat. She turned to look at him and if she weren't so mad at him, she would have laughed because he looked like a puffed up bird that just had his feathers ruffled the wrong way. Kira was sure he would say something equally stinging at her for that last comment, but he didn't. He did however, turn around and walked right out the door, and to Kira, that hurt more than anything he could have said. She felt the hot tears threatening to spill as she stared at the closed door. She angrily brushed them away and got up to throw away the cake. Then to her utmost shock, Smith burst back into the room.
"What the hell was that for?" Smith could have brought down the whole building down with his tone. But what really had Kira surprised was not that he actually lost his cool, (ok that did surprise her) but the fact he actually cursed (sort of). Could it be he was spending so much time with her that he was in fact changing? No it, couldn't be. But what if.
"Well?"
"I just wanted to make today a special occasion. It's been exactly five years since you took me in." Kira struggled for self-control and was totally angry with her self for falling apart like this. Smith's rigid stance seemed to relax.
"They know."
Kira felt her heart plummet to her feet. Old feelings of despair suddenly flooding back into her heart. No, this can't happen, but she knew it was going to happen sooner or later, and it is happening now.
"No."
"They are already searching for you."
"So what do I do?"
"I have to get you out."
"What about you?"
"The longer you stay with me, the closer they will get to finding you." Kira felt her entire security, or what little of it, being shattered.
"Ok." Admitting defeat, Kira knew that this was never suppose to last, but some how she was starting to believe that her foolish hope would actually come true. "What do I do?"
"Wait. I need to find a way to get you out and unplugged." Smith seemed to be thinking about something. Kira knew by now that he was searching his internal memory and the system files. She couldn't help but stare at her unlikely guardian and felt her heart break. It was never meant to be. The world that should have been theirs was never going to happen. Peace between man and machine was abandoned by both sides long ago. With tears spilling freely now, she walked over to her guardian and wrapped her arms around him. Smith at first flinched at her sudden touch, but regrouped when he was fully focused on her. He let her linger in their embrace. Then she leaned to over to his ear.
"Wolf." Kira knew he would understand. Smith's eyes registered the name. Kira knew he would agree. It was the best choice, the only choice.
"Contact the Halo." Kira heard defeat in his voice and wanted to make everything just go away.
"You should have just killed me at the warehouse."
"Don't ever say that."
"You shouldn't have saved me." Smith held her close, as he thought, "No, you saved me."
Chapter Two
Kira opened her eyes and saw the sun streaming through the window. She felt a slight tingling sensation in her head. Getting up she felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
"How long have I been asleep?" Kira said to no one in particular.
"Two days." Kira turned to see Smith standing near her bed.
"Why does my head hurt?"
"By moving you, I have disturbed your equilibrium within the pod, but you will adjust in a few hours."
"So where is it now?"
"Hidden, but I had to keep it at broadcast level."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"No, I have three sentinels watching it constantly." Smith relayed all this information in stone cold precision.
"Will they find out?" Kira asked slowly.
"Eventually." Kira only nodded at his response.
"So what now?"
"Training."
Kira struggled to her feet as she tried to push the pain away. She lifted her gaze back up to see her opponent positioned in a fighting stance with pure poise. Kira was desperately trying to regain her composure while, her adversary stood nearly motionless. They had been fighting for nearly twenty minutes and he wasn't even breathing hard. All around them was evidence of their grueling battle. The room was hardly left in tact.
Kira was about to begin a new attack when Smith pulled out of his fighting stance.
"That's enough."
"No, I was just getting started," Kira replied.
"I said, that is enough." Smith glared at his ward. Kira opened her mouth to protest, but shut it because she knew that there was no arguing with him. Kira watched as the reality of the training program began to melt like liquid paint running slowly down a wall. Then Kira found she was once again in the safety of room 401 and sitting on her bed and across from her was Smith sitting on a chair. He looked at her with a stern countenance, but the coldness she once saw in his eyes were now gone and replaced by something else, concern.
"Why do you have me fight you, if you think I will never be good enough to win?" Kira asked angrily.
"Are you hurt?" The question nearly knocked Kira over. She wasn't expecting that.
"No."
"Good." Smith stood up and straightened his suit.
"You didn't answer my question," Kira insisted.
"Because you need to be good enough to at least escape from them," Smith paused like he was experiencing some sharp pain. "To survive them."
"You mean the other agents," Kira said softly.
"It will be only a matter of time." Smith looked at Kira.
"But you will be there," Kira paused. "Right?" Smith did not answer right away. He turned to stare out the window overlooking the streets below.
"Of course."
Secured Area.
"Where have you been?" asked Jones.
"That is not important," Smith sneered. "Why were we summoned here?"
"The main system thinks that there is a intruder in our world," replied Brown.
"What kind?" asked Smith in his usual calm monotone.
"There might be a traitor among us. The source wants us to find and destroy it," Jones with equal coldness.
"But what about the codes?" Smith asked.
"That is no longer out priority. The traitor must be dealt with," Brown reiterated.
"Fine, begin the search," Smith said. The other two just nodded and went their separate ways. Smith remained still and poised, but inside his head, he was listing all the possibilities on how to get Kira safely out and away from him. "I am sorry, Kira," Smith said to himself.
When Smith entered room 401 the last thing he expected was to see Kira waiting for him with a birthday cake and a ridiculous party hat.
"Surprise!" Kira shouted gleefully.
"What are you wearing?" asked Smith. Kira frowned.
"The least you could do was say, "thank you." This cake took forever to bake." Kira put the cake down without much ceremony and flopped on the couch.
"Take that thing off," Smith said.
"Does it bother you?" Kira snapped.
"It looks ridiculous."
"Well, maybe I like it!" Kira yelled.
"Fine," Smith seethed menacingly. Smith stood stiffly in front of the door in agonizing silence.
"Well at least come in and shut the door," Kira spat. She turned to look at him and if she weren't so mad at him, she would have laughed because he looked like a puffed up bird that just had his feathers ruffled the wrong way. Kira was sure he would say something equally stinging at her for that last comment, but he didn't. He did however, turn around and walked right out the door, and to Kira, that hurt more than anything he could have said. She felt the hot tears threatening to spill as she stared at the closed door. She angrily brushed them away and got up to throw away the cake. Then to her utmost shock, Smith burst back into the room.
"What the hell was that for?" Smith could have brought down the whole building down with his tone. But what really had Kira surprised was not that he actually lost his cool, (ok that did surprise her) but the fact he actually cursed (sort of). Could it be he was spending so much time with her that he was in fact changing? No it, couldn't be. But what if.
"Well?"
"I just wanted to make today a special occasion. It's been exactly five years since you took me in." Kira struggled for self-control and was totally angry with her self for falling apart like this. Smith's rigid stance seemed to relax.
"They know."
Kira felt her heart plummet to her feet. Old feelings of despair suddenly flooding back into her heart. No, this can't happen, but she knew it was going to happen sooner or later, and it is happening now.
"No."
"They are already searching for you."
"So what do I do?"
"I have to get you out."
"What about you?"
"The longer you stay with me, the closer they will get to finding you." Kira felt her entire security, or what little of it, being shattered.
"Ok." Admitting defeat, Kira knew that this was never suppose to last, but some how she was starting to believe that her foolish hope would actually come true. "What do I do?"
"Wait. I need to find a way to get you out and unplugged." Smith seemed to be thinking about something. Kira knew by now that he was searching his internal memory and the system files. She couldn't help but stare at her unlikely guardian and felt her heart break. It was never meant to be. The world that should have been theirs was never going to happen. Peace between man and machine was abandoned by both sides long ago. With tears spilling freely now, she walked over to her guardian and wrapped her arms around him. Smith at first flinched at her sudden touch, but regrouped when he was fully focused on her. He let her linger in their embrace. Then she leaned to over to his ear.
"Wolf." Kira knew he would understand. Smith's eyes registered the name. Kira knew he would agree. It was the best choice, the only choice.
"Contact the Halo." Kira heard defeat in his voice and wanted to make everything just go away.
"You should have just killed me at the warehouse."
"Don't ever say that."
"You shouldn't have saved me." Smith held her close, as he thought, "No, you saved me."