Disclaimer: The idea of the Matrix is not mine in any way, shape, or form.
"Go, Smith. He is a vulnerable target now."
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there.
He runs, rushes, bolts after the human. His prey.
Hunting you, I can smell you- alive
Your heart pounding in my head-
BANG!
Agent Smith stared blankly down at Neo and smirked. Finally, he had succeeded in killing him. His lips curved up in a cynical grin.
"Mr. Anderson," he growled, remembering the human he had been in pursuit of for so long.
Brown came up behind him. "Is he dead?" He inquired. Smith remained silent, glaring at his colleague. Brown must not have seen it.
He kicked the motionless body. "Must be."
"Get out. Now." Smith retorted and Brown immediately 'followed orders.'
Smith found himself kneeling beside the man, his gaze softening. Mr. Anderson. He ran a hand through the man's chocolate hair. Was it true? Had he regretted this?
Smith cradled Neo's head in his lap. He truly feared humans, with all of their strange customs- but he never knew they could be so beautiful. Even in death. Beautiful.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
No. It couldn't be. Could it? Sympathy for a human?
Smith leaned down, looking into Neo's face, caressing it with his hands. Yes. There could be.
But suddenly, the form of the man stirred and awoke, meeting Smith's eyes in his own ever so menacingly.
"You bastard!" He cried, and the chase was begun again.
As Smith fought him, realization hit him. He loved Neo. And even as he landed blows unto Neo's body, his heart ached from within. His life's destiny was truly to attack his love. And his destiny was consistent. Why did it have to be this way? There was no answer to the question, but Smith knew one thing was for sure. He would always feel the same.
"Go, Smith. He is a vulnerable target now."
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there.
He runs, rushes, bolts after the human. His prey.
Hunting you, I can smell you- alive
Your heart pounding in my head-
BANG!
Agent Smith stared blankly down at Neo and smirked. Finally, he had succeeded in killing him. His lips curved up in a cynical grin.
"Mr. Anderson," he growled, remembering the human he had been in pursuit of for so long.
Brown came up behind him. "Is he dead?" He inquired. Smith remained silent, glaring at his colleague. Brown must not have seen it.
He kicked the motionless body. "Must be."
"Get out. Now." Smith retorted and Brown immediately 'followed orders.'
Smith found himself kneeling beside the man, his gaze softening. Mr. Anderson. He ran a hand through the man's chocolate hair. Was it true? Had he regretted this?
Smith cradled Neo's head in his lap. He truly feared humans, with all of their strange customs- but he never knew they could be so beautiful. Even in death. Beautiful.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
No. It couldn't be. Could it? Sympathy for a human?
Smith leaned down, looking into Neo's face, caressing it with his hands. Yes. There could be.
But suddenly, the form of the man stirred and awoke, meeting Smith's eyes in his own ever so menacingly.
"You bastard!" He cried, and the chase was begun again.
As Smith fought him, realization hit him. He loved Neo. And even as he landed blows unto Neo's body, his heart ached from within. His life's destiny was truly to attack his love. And his destiny was consistent. Why did it have to be this way? There was no answer to the question, but Smith knew one thing was for sure. He would always feel the same.