Disclaimer: I do not own any of the copyright characters from the Matrix,
nor do I own the Matrix. I am simply using them for my (and everyone
else's) amusement. However, since this is a tragic story, there is no
amusement. (Laughs) No flames, please!
Chapter 2: The images are getting stronger.
(Begin Image)
The office man tore down the streets. A mad panic was within him as a black car veered towards him from behind. Then, the man stopped as he saw the black skinned person he's killed earlier standing in front of him, gun cocked and ready to fire. The office man calmly raised his hands in defeat.
(End image)
Smith ran trough the rainy streets of town. He came to a dock, stopped, and then retched over the side. A nearby boatsman who was on duty watched him oddly. "Probably drunk." He chuckled, then began reading his newspaper again.
Smith had run for more than an hour, at high speed, and the blurring lights, spinning streetlights, blaring horns and images in his head went by so fast that they were enough to make anyone hurl.
Smith wiped his mouth, then sat on the dock. He removed his sunglasses and made circular motions on his eyelids. He was tired, didn't want to sleep. He was afraid of what he might see.
(Begin image)
The man was seated in the interrogation room. The tall one spoke to hi for a long time, but nothing went right. The short one grabbed the office man and forced him to lie down on the table. The office man looked afraid when the tall one pulled out a strange looking bug thing.
(End Image)
Smith grasped his head and screamed. He couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't know this man, and he certainly didn't want to. He got ready to retch again, but his shoulders were grabbed.
(Begin Image)
The short one held him down by the shoulders as the bug the tall one released began to crawl into the office man's navel. The tall one held him down as the office man shrieked in pain and fear.
(End Image)
Quickly, Smith turned around and punched his attacker in the jaw, knocking him into the water. "Get away from me!" Smith yelled.
The other figure that was there cocked his head to the side. "Smith?"
It was Jones. He was standing there, holding a newspaper. Smith looked to where his attacker had fallen. Brown surface, looking quite unhappy.
Jones helped Brown back up on the dock, and for a split second, Smith noticed a small smirk play on Jones' face. He must've thought Brown's fall was hilarious.
Brown was soaked, and was being weighed down by his jacket. "Hello to you, too, Smith." Brown growled, trying his best to dry off his glasses.
"Wha - - -?" Smith was flustered.
"You were hurling over the side of the dock, sir. We wanted to help you." Jones informed.
Smith looked at them. 'Why are they so concerned about me?!' he thought.
Then, the disgust of his colleagues being too human came back to his mind. He turned his head away from them and scoffed. "You two are too human. It's repulsive. I don't like it. If you want to help me, just shut up."
Brown was about to counter, but Smith raised his hand and silences him. "Bite your tongue, Brown. I don't need an insignificant, irrelevant comment from you, or Jones. Let's go."
(Begin Image)
The man awoke in his bed, screaming "no". He looked around. He was in his bedroom, and his wife was staring up at him while lying next to him.
"... Honey? Are you all right? You screamed so loud for a long time . . . I was afraid you weren't going to wake up." She said, her voice shaky as if she would cry at any moment.
The man lied back down, breathing more calmly now. "I'm fine." He replied.
She placed a hand on his chest, "You sure?"
He stared into her green eyes and sighed. "Yeah . . ."
(End Image)
A/N: Don't worry, Smith didn't say any of that last image out loud. So, the mystery is starting to unfold, but no one knows who this man is! Could it be Neo? Even though Neo isn't married, and this is WAY before Smith even meets Neo . . . I wonder . . .
By the way, I say "informed" way too much. Oh well. I'm going to call that my "Agents Brown and Jones word". ^_^ They seem to use it a lot. Well . . . so does Smith and everyone else . . . oh well.
R & R! No flames, please!
Chapter 2: The images are getting stronger.
(Begin Image)
The office man tore down the streets. A mad panic was within him as a black car veered towards him from behind. Then, the man stopped as he saw the black skinned person he's killed earlier standing in front of him, gun cocked and ready to fire. The office man calmly raised his hands in defeat.
(End image)
Smith ran trough the rainy streets of town. He came to a dock, stopped, and then retched over the side. A nearby boatsman who was on duty watched him oddly. "Probably drunk." He chuckled, then began reading his newspaper again.
Smith had run for more than an hour, at high speed, and the blurring lights, spinning streetlights, blaring horns and images in his head went by so fast that they were enough to make anyone hurl.
Smith wiped his mouth, then sat on the dock. He removed his sunglasses and made circular motions on his eyelids. He was tired, didn't want to sleep. He was afraid of what he might see.
(Begin image)
The man was seated in the interrogation room. The tall one spoke to hi for a long time, but nothing went right. The short one grabbed the office man and forced him to lie down on the table. The office man looked afraid when the tall one pulled out a strange looking bug thing.
(End Image)
Smith grasped his head and screamed. He couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't know this man, and he certainly didn't want to. He got ready to retch again, but his shoulders were grabbed.
(Begin Image)
The short one held him down by the shoulders as the bug the tall one released began to crawl into the office man's navel. The tall one held him down as the office man shrieked in pain and fear.
(End Image)
Quickly, Smith turned around and punched his attacker in the jaw, knocking him into the water. "Get away from me!" Smith yelled.
The other figure that was there cocked his head to the side. "Smith?"
It was Jones. He was standing there, holding a newspaper. Smith looked to where his attacker had fallen. Brown surface, looking quite unhappy.
Jones helped Brown back up on the dock, and for a split second, Smith noticed a small smirk play on Jones' face. He must've thought Brown's fall was hilarious.
Brown was soaked, and was being weighed down by his jacket. "Hello to you, too, Smith." Brown growled, trying his best to dry off his glasses.
"Wha - - -?" Smith was flustered.
"You were hurling over the side of the dock, sir. We wanted to help you." Jones informed.
Smith looked at them. 'Why are they so concerned about me?!' he thought.
Then, the disgust of his colleagues being too human came back to his mind. He turned his head away from them and scoffed. "You two are too human. It's repulsive. I don't like it. If you want to help me, just shut up."
Brown was about to counter, but Smith raised his hand and silences him. "Bite your tongue, Brown. I don't need an insignificant, irrelevant comment from you, or Jones. Let's go."
(Begin Image)
The man awoke in his bed, screaming "no". He looked around. He was in his bedroom, and his wife was staring up at him while lying next to him.
"... Honey? Are you all right? You screamed so loud for a long time . . . I was afraid you weren't going to wake up." She said, her voice shaky as if she would cry at any moment.
The man lied back down, breathing more calmly now. "I'm fine." He replied.
She placed a hand on his chest, "You sure?"
He stared into her green eyes and sighed. "Yeah . . ."
(End Image)
A/N: Don't worry, Smith didn't say any of that last image out loud. So, the mystery is starting to unfold, but no one knows who this man is! Could it be Neo? Even though Neo isn't married, and this is WAY before Smith even meets Neo . . . I wonder . . .
By the way, I say "informed" way too much. Oh well. I'm going to call that my "Agents Brown and Jones word". ^_^ They seem to use it a lot. Well . . . so does Smith and everyone else . . . oh well.
R & R! No flames, please!