The End of the Beginning
Chapter four
Summary: The end of The Matrix and through Reloaded and Revolutions from Agent Smith's point of view.
Disclaim: I don't own any of this the Wachowski Brothers do.
Authors Note: I'm glad people like this fic and reviewed it! The reviews encourage me and give me something to think about. Also, the ending is kind of clichéd but not that bad. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.
Voice Of Reason 2: Thanks for the review and compliments! I'm glad you like it!
Aqua Phoenix1: Thanks for the review and the suggestions! I need those! Hope you like this chapter!
alocin: Glad you like it and thanks for the review!
david osburne: Thanks for the review and come again!
ltnikki: Thanks for reviewing and the suggestion! I think you'll like this chapter Dai!
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The Agent, Smith stood outside the Architect's room, his back to the door. So this was his decision, to be an exile. So be it then. The former Agent surveyed his surroundings. He noticed he was in a short hallway. The hall had six doors. There was one door about five feet in front of him, two on his left, two on his right, and the one behind him.
Everything, the walls, floor, doors, and ceiling all had a green tone. The only things in the room that stood out were the silver door handles. The exile gazed at the door in front of him and made his decision.
" The only way to go now is forward. I can not go back and taking to a side could be hazardous," he thought.
The former Agent strode up to the door, grasped the handle firmly, and turned the doorknob. He stepped outside. And found himself in another hallway. Smith cursed, and then mentally slapped himself.
" Disgusting human habits, you will not succumb to them," Smith thought to himself. " You will not become like a human."
The former Agent looked around at the new hallway. It was stranger than the previous one. It was completely white, except for the silver doorknobs. This corridor seemed to go on infinitely. The white doors seemed to open to a new fate. Smith opened a door to his right. On the other side was a busy city street, full of people, cars, and skyscrapers. Smith quickly closed the door.
"What was that?" thought the former Agent.
He opened a different door. A subway, old and abandoned, lay on the other side Smith closed the door. The exile opened several more doors until realization dawned.
"These doors," he thought "must be shortcuts to other parts of the Matrix. How interesting."
Smith opened another door and stuck his head out. The door opened into an alleyway. At one end of the alleyway a neon sign hung. It read "Heart O' The City Hotel".
"I recognize this place," thought the former Agent "I will enter here."
With one last look at the white hallway, Smith closed the door. The exile strode through the graffitied alley and to the entrance of the hotel. He stepped into the musty lobby and moved towards the elevators. Pressing the "up" button, Smith waited for the lift. A few moments later, the elevator doors slid open and the Agent stepped in. The doors closed and he pressed the third floor button. As slow as molasses in January, the lift moved up, beeping when it hit a floor. The elevator reached the third floor and the doors slid open. Smith exited the lift.
He strode down the hall. Now, Smith had never been one for grand entrances, but this was an opportunity too good to miss. To return where he had been "defeated", what a treat. The Agent put his finger to his earpiece to contact Brown and Jones. They would be shocked. But he did not find his earpiece, nothing was there. Smith felt wildly around his ear and neck, but did not find hid earpiece or the cord.
"Of course it isn't there," said a voice in his head "Did you really think that it would still be there? You are not an Agent anymore.you barely escaped deletion.All because you had to complete that Neo project."
Smith's neutral expression turned vicious at the thought of the human. The being that had destroyed his existence. The exile drew his gun and, out of pure rage, began shooting the wall on his right. After firing several times, the ex-Agent paused and stared at the wall.
On the green wallpaper, amid the bullet holes was a great smear of blood leading from halfway down the wall to the floor. Smith knew that blood. This was the place where he almost killed Neo, the hazel-eyed menace. The thought of the virus only angered him more. Why did he come back here? Smith resumed shooting the wall. After Smith finished the round, he ejected the magazine and loaded another. The exile put the gun, a .50 caliber Desert Eagle, back in its holster and walked towards the elevator.
Just a few steps from the lift, Smith paused. A small object lay at his polished shoes. Something vaguely familiar.Former Agent Smith knelt down and picked it up. The exile stood up slowly and opened his hand. In his palm was his old earpiece. Part of Smith wanted to throw it on the ground, stomp on it, and destroy it. But instead, the former Agent placed the earpiece in his inside pocket, as he pressed the down button on the elevator. The lift's doors slid open and the exile stepped in.
"That virus, Neo, will pay for what he did to me. He will die if it is the last thing I do." Smith thought menacingly. The elevator doors closed with a metallic crunch, as if making the statement binding.
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How did you like it? Tell me in a review! Once again, I apologize for the annoying, overused ending.
On a side note, did anybody notice the irony that in the Real World there is a blue color tone and blue is the color of the choice to stay in the Matrix (the blue pill)? Does this question even make sense? If you have a response to this question tell me in a review. Anyways thanks for reading, come again soon!
~AgentofDeception
Chapter four
Summary: The end of The Matrix and through Reloaded and Revolutions from Agent Smith's point of view.
Disclaim: I don't own any of this the Wachowski Brothers do.
Authors Note: I'm glad people like this fic and reviewed it! The reviews encourage me and give me something to think about. Also, the ending is kind of clichéd but not that bad. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.
Voice Of Reason 2: Thanks for the review and compliments! I'm glad you like it!
Aqua Phoenix1: Thanks for the review and the suggestions! I need those! Hope you like this chapter!
alocin: Glad you like it and thanks for the review!
david osburne: Thanks for the review and come again!
ltnikki: Thanks for reviewing and the suggestion! I think you'll like this chapter Dai!
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The Agent, Smith stood outside the Architect's room, his back to the door. So this was his decision, to be an exile. So be it then. The former Agent surveyed his surroundings. He noticed he was in a short hallway. The hall had six doors. There was one door about five feet in front of him, two on his left, two on his right, and the one behind him.
Everything, the walls, floor, doors, and ceiling all had a green tone. The only things in the room that stood out were the silver door handles. The exile gazed at the door in front of him and made his decision.
" The only way to go now is forward. I can not go back and taking to a side could be hazardous," he thought.
The former Agent strode up to the door, grasped the handle firmly, and turned the doorknob. He stepped outside. And found himself in another hallway. Smith cursed, and then mentally slapped himself.
" Disgusting human habits, you will not succumb to them," Smith thought to himself. " You will not become like a human."
The former Agent looked around at the new hallway. It was stranger than the previous one. It was completely white, except for the silver doorknobs. This corridor seemed to go on infinitely. The white doors seemed to open to a new fate. Smith opened a door to his right. On the other side was a busy city street, full of people, cars, and skyscrapers. Smith quickly closed the door.
"What was that?" thought the former Agent.
He opened a different door. A subway, old and abandoned, lay on the other side Smith closed the door. The exile opened several more doors until realization dawned.
"These doors," he thought "must be shortcuts to other parts of the Matrix. How interesting."
Smith opened another door and stuck his head out. The door opened into an alleyway. At one end of the alleyway a neon sign hung. It read "Heart O' The City Hotel".
"I recognize this place," thought the former Agent "I will enter here."
With one last look at the white hallway, Smith closed the door. The exile strode through the graffitied alley and to the entrance of the hotel. He stepped into the musty lobby and moved towards the elevators. Pressing the "up" button, Smith waited for the lift. A few moments later, the elevator doors slid open and the Agent stepped in. The doors closed and he pressed the third floor button. As slow as molasses in January, the lift moved up, beeping when it hit a floor. The elevator reached the third floor and the doors slid open. Smith exited the lift.
He strode down the hall. Now, Smith had never been one for grand entrances, but this was an opportunity too good to miss. To return where he had been "defeated", what a treat. The Agent put his finger to his earpiece to contact Brown and Jones. They would be shocked. But he did not find his earpiece, nothing was there. Smith felt wildly around his ear and neck, but did not find hid earpiece or the cord.
"Of course it isn't there," said a voice in his head "Did you really think that it would still be there? You are not an Agent anymore.you barely escaped deletion.All because you had to complete that Neo project."
Smith's neutral expression turned vicious at the thought of the human. The being that had destroyed his existence. The exile drew his gun and, out of pure rage, began shooting the wall on his right. After firing several times, the ex-Agent paused and stared at the wall.
On the green wallpaper, amid the bullet holes was a great smear of blood leading from halfway down the wall to the floor. Smith knew that blood. This was the place where he almost killed Neo, the hazel-eyed menace. The thought of the virus only angered him more. Why did he come back here? Smith resumed shooting the wall. After Smith finished the round, he ejected the magazine and loaded another. The exile put the gun, a .50 caliber Desert Eagle, back in its holster and walked towards the elevator.
Just a few steps from the lift, Smith paused. A small object lay at his polished shoes. Something vaguely familiar.Former Agent Smith knelt down and picked it up. The exile stood up slowly and opened his hand. In his palm was his old earpiece. Part of Smith wanted to throw it on the ground, stomp on it, and destroy it. But instead, the former Agent placed the earpiece in his inside pocket, as he pressed the down button on the elevator. The lift's doors slid open and the exile stepped in.
"That virus, Neo, will pay for what he did to me. He will die if it is the last thing I do." Smith thought menacingly. The elevator doors closed with a metallic crunch, as if making the statement binding.
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How did you like it? Tell me in a review! Once again, I apologize for the annoying, overused ending.
On a side note, did anybody notice the irony that in the Real World there is a blue color tone and blue is the color of the choice to stay in the Matrix (the blue pill)? Does this question even make sense? If you have a response to this question tell me in a review. Anyways thanks for reading, come again soon!
~AgentofDeception