I Can See Why
Angel fell to the ground, having been punched in the face. She staggered up to her feet, rubbing her face. She shook her head, and put up her hands again, ready to fight. She showed no emotion to Smith as he gazed at her. She wanted to fight. She didn't have time for playing, to help Smith she had to fight. She wanted to help, she wanted to please Smith, almost make him proud. Smith raised an eyebrow at her. He was surprised at her though. With each fight she would fail, but get up and become stronger. It was impressive, and made Smith a little happy I suppose. But he didn't understand why she still wanted to fight, she was good, but not much compared to him. He rubbed his fist a little, he was getting tired of punching. He looked at her for a moment longer. They stared at each other in silence.
"No." Smith said. "No more fighting."
"But- -" Angel started.
"No, go play."
"I don't want to!"
He didn't like it, that she argued with him. He never liked being disobeyed. He walked up to Angel. He didn't have time to fight with her all day, he had to do other things before they met up with Mr. Anderson.
"Children can not work all the time, they need to play." Smith said.
He knew that as a fact. Knowing a little about humans he knew that if they were stress severely it was not healthy for them. Angel being almost like human most likely was the same way. So in a way, he wasn't really lying to her.
Angel looked up at Smith, and pouted looking away.
"Alright. . ." She whispered.
"Good, now go ahead." Smith said.
"Where do I go?"
"You know the surroundings, and now you can fight. I believe you are more than capable of going out on your own for an hour or so."
"Alright. . ."
"Be back before sunset."
"I will."
Smith stood motionless, as Angel walked slowly out the door in her new suite. When he was sure she was gone, he returned to speak with his copies.
Angel stood right outside the building for a long time. She didn't know what to do, she didn't want to do anything with these humans, and they were disgusting after all. She stood hunched over, and scanned the area.
"Urh!" She moaned to herself.
She started to walk off, going down the street. She saw as people looked at her, a child all alone in the streets, though she wasn't really a child. She walked a little more, with nothing catching her eye. Angel was starting to get tired of people bumping into her, she backed away from the humans, into a store. She looked around in the new place. It seemed to be a music store. She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. She expressed no emotion, for she hated being there. Giving up in just standing there, she walked around, looking at pathetic human adolescent listening to music that didn't make any sense. She found herself in the back of the store, with a few books. She picked a couple up, not really interested. She opened one up and started to read in the corner. To her surprise it wasn't as bad as she suspected. She looked at the cover, it was a book of poems and lyrics. She gave a small noise of surprise, and continued to read. It wasn't as bad as Smith said human culture was. She liked the idea of Smith being wrong about something. In fact the book wasn't at all bad. She smiled. She wanted to show Smith, show that he was wrong. She smiled, and put the small book in her inside jacket pocket.
Angel then trailed off, aimlessly in the store. She went upstairs, to find some boys and a couple of computers. Then she realized, computers? She was a program after all, she already knew how to use a computer, and use it well. She smiled one of those Smith smiles, and eerily walked towards a free computer. She sat down still smiling. She looked over at the boys next to her, the appeared to be what Angel's age was supposed to be. Angel stared blankly at the screen, and then started typing. She didn't know exactly what she was doing. She knew she was hacking something but she didn't know what. It was really a file transferred from Smith. Smith knew the codes of the Matrix, he knew how to get them too. So now Angel knew, and that file was taking over. She typed furiously, and grinned. Then all the sudden the computer went blank for a moment, and Angel wondered why. Then a few lines of green code went down her screen, then another, and another, and another, until the screen was full of this green code. Her eyes widened.
"The Matrix!" She blurted out.
The boys next to her looked over, and saw her screen.
"The what?" A boy asked.
They came closer.
"Wow! Dude, that looks Japanese!"
"How'd you do that?"
"Um. . ." Angel started. "It was easy."
Angel started to stare at the code. She started to read it, then she realized what she was looking at was herself. On that screen showed her code and those boys around her. Again, code reading was a file transfer. She grinned. And then an idea came to her.
"Wait." She said.
"What?" A boy asked.
"If this thing can read my code, then why not Mr. Anderson's?" She continued.
"Who's Mr. Anderson?"
"I could find him for Daddy. No. I could find him for myself."
"What?"
"I could get to him before Daddy. I could kill him for Daddy."
"What are you talking about?"
Angel didn't hear the boys. She stared at the code, and smiled Smith's smile. It was so simple. If she could only get to Mr. Anderson first. If she could get him, if she could kill him. She knew she could. She could feel this power inside her, this force that no human could survive. She had seen Mr. Anderson fight, he didn't look that tough. She could do it. She could kill him. And then Smith would be so pleased. He would be so proud. It was perfect. It'd be like a surprise.
"I got to go!" Angel said jumping out of her seat.
Angel ran down the stairs, and out into the streets. She headed towards her right, when she ran into someone. She froze and looked slowly up. A copy stood over her, staring at her in a way that made her feel scared.
"We were looking for you." He said.
"Well. . . You found me. . ." She said quietly.
"Indeed."
The copy turned around, and began to go down the street. Angel quickly followed. It was strange walking behind the copy. She didn't like it at all. They went further down, and then Angel finally ran in front of the copy, to find Smith. He came out of the door, just as she came.
"Daddy!" She said.
"We must go now." He said sternly.
She wanted more of a welcome, and was a little shocked as Smith walked calmly passed her. She stood for a moment, then felt her jacket. She felt the book she wanted to show Smith.
"Oh, Daddy, wait! I wanted to show you- -" She said, running to catch up with Smith.
Smith turned around slowly to face her.
"We have no time." He said.
"But. . ." She would have to show him later, maybe tomorrow.
Copies came out of the door joining Smith and Angel. They stood staring at Smith. Smith sighed, and smiled. He nodded to the others, and the walked off in different directions. Angel stood, wondering what was going on.
"Where are they going?" She said. "To their positions." Smith said. "Now come."
Angel stood close to Smith, as copies joined them. The sky was turning dark now, and stars could be seen. The group walked into the park, and Smith busted down a door behind a park bench. Angel stepped into the door first. It revealed what seemed to be an endless white hallway of endless green doors.
"Wow. . ." Angel said under her breath.
Smith and the copies walked in slowly, looking down and up the hallway.
"What is this place?" She asked.
"It is a type of short cut, a back door, between the Matrix. These doors lead to anywhere in the Matrix." He explained.
"Mr. Anderson will be here?"
"Actually he'll be down here."
Smith walked down the hall, and turned right. Everyone followed with Angel in back. It seemed like they walked miles, turning left and right. But then they stopped. Angel pushed her way to her father. He looked down at her.
"This is where he will be." He said, and Angel nodded.
Then suddenly all the doors down that part of the hallway opened, with Copies stepping in. Angel could see Smith smile.
"Mr. Anderson will be here soon. Come." Smith instructed to Angel.
Smith led to one of the doors.
"Wait out here."
"But. . ."
"Wait here, Mr. Anderson is still very dangerous."
He didn't want Angel to get hurt, no be seen by Mr. Anderson. She had to be kept safe and a secret.
"But I can fight now."
"That is not enough."
Angel would have argued some more, but she could see Smith was serious. She nodded, and Smith pushed her to the other side of the door. The copy closed it. She sighed, and turned. Her eyes widened, for in front of her were about fifty copies. She never expected that many. She never knew Smith had that many. Then she got a little nervous. She was all alone with fifty copies, and they were all staring at her. She backed into the door staring back at them. They showed no emotion, almost like Smith, but smith showed at least a little. But then behind the door she could hear Smith's voice. She turned and pressed her ear to the door to hear better.
"They' coming." She heard Smith say.
There was a long moment of silence until she heard Smith's voice again.
"How much further?" a familiar voice said. It was Mr. Anderson.
"Here, just here." Another voice said.
"I'm sorry this is a dead end." Smith said.
Mr. Anderson was just behind that door. Just behind that door! Angel grew more excited.
"You look surprised to see me again, Mr. Anderson. . . That's the difference between us. I've been expecting you."
"What do you want, Smith?" Mr. Anderson said.
"Oh you haven't figured that out? Still using all the muscles except the one that matters? I want exactly what you want. . . I want everything."
"Would that include a bullet from this gun?" Angel heard a new voice say, and then the sound of a gun.
"Go ahead, shoot. The best thing about me, there's so many me." Smith said.
Then Angel was pushed aside by a copy, and it opened the door. Angel laid on the floor, watching the copies crowd around trying to get through. She got up, and jumped into the crowd, trying to see what was happening. The hallway was filled with these copies, and Smith. Hitting Mr. Anderson.
"If you can't beat us." Copies said.
"Join us."
Angel could see copies trying to take over a person.
"Morpheus!" Mr. Anderson yelled.
Angel turned her head in time to see Mr. Anderson rush by feet of the ground. He went by so fast, the cloak making darkness go in her eyes, like blinding her. The wind from his passing by hit her, and threw to the ground. It happened so fast, but she didn't like it. Mr. Anderson was indeed a dangerous person, she thought a little scared.
"Kill them!" Smith said.
"Kill them!" A copy said at the same time.
On the ground Angel could hear guns being pulled out. And then gunfire, loud enough to make her ears hurt. She ducked to the ground, covering her ears. She almost screamed, Angel wanted her father. The gunfire stopped, but she stayed on the ground, afraid. She heard footsteps come closer. She shivered, she didn't want to look up. That cloak, Mr. Anderson wore, it scared her, something about that cloak. But then she felt hands on her shoulder. Strong, warm hands, lifting her up until she stood. She still didn't look up, she didn't open her eyes.
"Angel. . . Angel it's over." Smith said.
Angel opened her eyes, to see her father. He down at her, and she smiled. Her father came for her.
"It's ok." Smith said.
His voice was a little bit softer than before, something different. Angel liked his voice better like that. It didn't seem full of power anymore, but something else. She smiled and hugged her father. Smith bent back as Angel hugged him. He didn't know really what to do. He looked down at her, holding him, he then eased into the hug. He sighed, and looked up at his copies, whom were all staring at him. He knew what they were thinking. He shouldn't show this much affection to Angel. But for some reason Smith didn't back away from the hug. He knew he should, but he didn't. In fact he soon put his arms around her, as if protecting her. For a while Smith didn't know what he was doing. He felt the need to hold Angel. To make her feel better. He didn't know why. He just knew he had to. Something overwhelming or something came over him to protect her. He didn't know what to do. He just held her.
They were back in the building. Angel lay on her bed, and Smith sat next to her. He looked down at her as she stared at him. She kept smiling. But then she stopped, and sat up.
"I can see why we must kill Mr. Anderson." She said. "They want to kill you. . . What if that man did shoot you, Daddy?" Her voice now filled with fear.
She came closer to Smith, and he didn't know what to think of it.
"Do not worry, if I am ever killed I will transfer myself to a copy, thus I will be saved."
Angel sighed in relief.
"I can see why now." She said.
"You do?" Smith asked.
"That cloak. . . There's something bad about that cloak, and him entirely."
Smith was wondering why Angel appeared so afraid back there. He had never seen that fear before, even when he was killing rebels. She was terrified. She seemed so helpless and weak.
"You shouldn't worry about the cloak, that is not why he is so dangerous. He can do things, unbelievable things." He said.
"But if he's so bad. . . Then how did he free you? Isn't freeing you a good thing?" Angel asked.
Smith was surprised by the question. He didn't really know how to answer, or if he even should.
"Well. . . How he freed me is the thing." He said.
"Then how did he free you?" Angel said quietly.
"He. . . He. . ."
Smith wasn't prepared to say. He looked down at his hand, remembering what it was like in that hallway. Looking down hat his hand, seeing the cracks appear, and brake. He stared at his and moved it slightly.
"He went inside me. . . Going inside my code, and tearing it. . . Ripping the codes to nothing. . . Literally tearing me apart. . ." Smith said looking away.
Angel saw her father. He stared at the ground, as if in a trance. Like remembering was bad or something. His sunglasses were off and she could see his eyes moving, remembering. She could see Mr. Anderson had caused her father pain. She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how.
"I can remember how much it hurt. . . I was torn away, into oblivion. But then. . ."
"Then what?"
Angel leaned on her father, trying to help. Smith moved slightly from her leaning. He looked down at her.
"I came back, my code reassembled except. . . The Mainframe that gave me orders were gone. I could do whatever I wished."
Smith grinned evilly, looking up.
"I was freed."
"Mr. Anderson has caused you pain, Daddy?" Angel asked a little scared of the answer.
Smith looked at Angel, why was he telling her these things, did she even understand? Did she care? But why? Why was he telling a mere child about his pain? It didn't make any sense. But the thing was, Smith knew that, but he continued to tell her everything. It's like he couldn't stop.
"Yes. . . He did. He took away my purpose. Now I must take away his. And then we will rule the Matrix. I will make more copies, I will become more powerful, and I will rule this world and the other." He said.
"Yeah!"
Angel saw her father wanted this.
"Mr. Anderson will die." She continued.
They sat there in silence then. Angel thought about her plan, even though Mr. Anderson had just pretty much terrified her, she had to kill him. She had to now more than ever for her father. She would go tomorrow and scan the Matrix on the computer, she'd search for his code. She was going to make her father proud.
"I must go." Smith said, starting to get up.
"No!" Angel grabbed his arm. "Stay, Daddy, please?
He looked down at her, he could see she was still a bit frightened. Her blue eyes were filled with needing. And Smith felt that need to protect again. He was getting confused over himself. He swallowed and kind of shook his head. He didn't know what was going on with him, he didn't know how to react to this need to protect. What had Angel done to him? He didn't know, or he may have not wanted to know the answer anyway. He opened his mouth searching for an explanation to this feeling. He couldn't find one. He looked back at Angel. He didn't know what to do, but he sat down next to her.
"You know I don't sleep." He said.
"That's ok, you can leave once I go to sleep." She said.
". . . Alright."
Smith sat there for a moment, and watched Angel go to sleep. He was about to leave, when he turned back to look at her. He sat back down, for no reason. He was doing something he didn't know. But he didn't really think about it he just did it. He watched her for a long time, fast asleep, her black hair on the pillow. But then something happened to Smith. Suddenly everything went black, and he didn't fight it. Darkness consumed his vision. Then there was nothing.
Angel rustled in bed, having discomfort. She rustled to her side, and kind of woke up. She slowly opened her eye, frustrated that she woke up. Then she looked up, and was pleased to see her father. Sitting on the chair across the room, sound asleep. His arms were crossed, his legs stretched out, and his head hanging down. He breathed in deeply and slowly. Then he slightly moved his head, and Angel could see he was dreaming.
She was happy, her father was dreaming. She smiled at her father. Smith was dreaming.
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Next Chapter: My Name Is Neo
Yes!!! HEHEHEHE!!!! Lets the good part of this story begin!!! Let the emotion start and the fists fly!!
Angel fell to the ground, having been punched in the face. She staggered up to her feet, rubbing her face. She shook her head, and put up her hands again, ready to fight. She showed no emotion to Smith as he gazed at her. She wanted to fight. She didn't have time for playing, to help Smith she had to fight. She wanted to help, she wanted to please Smith, almost make him proud. Smith raised an eyebrow at her. He was surprised at her though. With each fight she would fail, but get up and become stronger. It was impressive, and made Smith a little happy I suppose. But he didn't understand why she still wanted to fight, she was good, but not much compared to him. He rubbed his fist a little, he was getting tired of punching. He looked at her for a moment longer. They stared at each other in silence.
"No." Smith said. "No more fighting."
"But- -" Angel started.
"No, go play."
"I don't want to!"
He didn't like it, that she argued with him. He never liked being disobeyed. He walked up to Angel. He didn't have time to fight with her all day, he had to do other things before they met up with Mr. Anderson.
"Children can not work all the time, they need to play." Smith said.
He knew that as a fact. Knowing a little about humans he knew that if they were stress severely it was not healthy for them. Angel being almost like human most likely was the same way. So in a way, he wasn't really lying to her.
Angel looked up at Smith, and pouted looking away.
"Alright. . ." She whispered.
"Good, now go ahead." Smith said.
"Where do I go?"
"You know the surroundings, and now you can fight. I believe you are more than capable of going out on your own for an hour or so."
"Alright. . ."
"Be back before sunset."
"I will."
Smith stood motionless, as Angel walked slowly out the door in her new suite. When he was sure she was gone, he returned to speak with his copies.
Angel stood right outside the building for a long time. She didn't know what to do, she didn't want to do anything with these humans, and they were disgusting after all. She stood hunched over, and scanned the area.
"Urh!" She moaned to herself.
She started to walk off, going down the street. She saw as people looked at her, a child all alone in the streets, though she wasn't really a child. She walked a little more, with nothing catching her eye. Angel was starting to get tired of people bumping into her, she backed away from the humans, into a store. She looked around in the new place. It seemed to be a music store. She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. She expressed no emotion, for she hated being there. Giving up in just standing there, she walked around, looking at pathetic human adolescent listening to music that didn't make any sense. She found herself in the back of the store, with a few books. She picked a couple up, not really interested. She opened one up and started to read in the corner. To her surprise it wasn't as bad as she suspected. She looked at the cover, it was a book of poems and lyrics. She gave a small noise of surprise, and continued to read. It wasn't as bad as Smith said human culture was. She liked the idea of Smith being wrong about something. In fact the book wasn't at all bad. She smiled. She wanted to show Smith, show that he was wrong. She smiled, and put the small book in her inside jacket pocket.
Angel then trailed off, aimlessly in the store. She went upstairs, to find some boys and a couple of computers. Then she realized, computers? She was a program after all, she already knew how to use a computer, and use it well. She smiled one of those Smith smiles, and eerily walked towards a free computer. She sat down still smiling. She looked over at the boys next to her, the appeared to be what Angel's age was supposed to be. Angel stared blankly at the screen, and then started typing. She didn't know exactly what she was doing. She knew she was hacking something but she didn't know what. It was really a file transferred from Smith. Smith knew the codes of the Matrix, he knew how to get them too. So now Angel knew, and that file was taking over. She typed furiously, and grinned. Then all the sudden the computer went blank for a moment, and Angel wondered why. Then a few lines of green code went down her screen, then another, and another, and another, until the screen was full of this green code. Her eyes widened.
"The Matrix!" She blurted out.
The boys next to her looked over, and saw her screen.
"The what?" A boy asked.
They came closer.
"Wow! Dude, that looks Japanese!"
"How'd you do that?"
"Um. . ." Angel started. "It was easy."
Angel started to stare at the code. She started to read it, then she realized what she was looking at was herself. On that screen showed her code and those boys around her. Again, code reading was a file transfer. She grinned. And then an idea came to her.
"Wait." She said.
"What?" A boy asked.
"If this thing can read my code, then why not Mr. Anderson's?" She continued.
"Who's Mr. Anderson?"
"I could find him for Daddy. No. I could find him for myself."
"What?"
"I could get to him before Daddy. I could kill him for Daddy."
"What are you talking about?"
Angel didn't hear the boys. She stared at the code, and smiled Smith's smile. It was so simple. If she could only get to Mr. Anderson first. If she could get him, if she could kill him. She knew she could. She could feel this power inside her, this force that no human could survive. She had seen Mr. Anderson fight, he didn't look that tough. She could do it. She could kill him. And then Smith would be so pleased. He would be so proud. It was perfect. It'd be like a surprise.
"I got to go!" Angel said jumping out of her seat.
Angel ran down the stairs, and out into the streets. She headed towards her right, when she ran into someone. She froze and looked slowly up. A copy stood over her, staring at her in a way that made her feel scared.
"We were looking for you." He said.
"Well. . . You found me. . ." She said quietly.
"Indeed."
The copy turned around, and began to go down the street. Angel quickly followed. It was strange walking behind the copy. She didn't like it at all. They went further down, and then Angel finally ran in front of the copy, to find Smith. He came out of the door, just as she came.
"Daddy!" She said.
"We must go now." He said sternly.
She wanted more of a welcome, and was a little shocked as Smith walked calmly passed her. She stood for a moment, then felt her jacket. She felt the book she wanted to show Smith.
"Oh, Daddy, wait! I wanted to show you- -" She said, running to catch up with Smith.
Smith turned around slowly to face her.
"We have no time." He said.
"But. . ." She would have to show him later, maybe tomorrow.
Copies came out of the door joining Smith and Angel. They stood staring at Smith. Smith sighed, and smiled. He nodded to the others, and the walked off in different directions. Angel stood, wondering what was going on.
"Where are they going?" She said. "To their positions." Smith said. "Now come."
Angel stood close to Smith, as copies joined them. The sky was turning dark now, and stars could be seen. The group walked into the park, and Smith busted down a door behind a park bench. Angel stepped into the door first. It revealed what seemed to be an endless white hallway of endless green doors.
"Wow. . ." Angel said under her breath.
Smith and the copies walked in slowly, looking down and up the hallway.
"What is this place?" She asked.
"It is a type of short cut, a back door, between the Matrix. These doors lead to anywhere in the Matrix." He explained.
"Mr. Anderson will be here?"
"Actually he'll be down here."
Smith walked down the hall, and turned right. Everyone followed with Angel in back. It seemed like they walked miles, turning left and right. But then they stopped. Angel pushed her way to her father. He looked down at her.
"This is where he will be." He said, and Angel nodded.
Then suddenly all the doors down that part of the hallway opened, with Copies stepping in. Angel could see Smith smile.
"Mr. Anderson will be here soon. Come." Smith instructed to Angel.
Smith led to one of the doors.
"Wait out here."
"But. . ."
"Wait here, Mr. Anderson is still very dangerous."
He didn't want Angel to get hurt, no be seen by Mr. Anderson. She had to be kept safe and a secret.
"But I can fight now."
"That is not enough."
Angel would have argued some more, but she could see Smith was serious. She nodded, and Smith pushed her to the other side of the door. The copy closed it. She sighed, and turned. Her eyes widened, for in front of her were about fifty copies. She never expected that many. She never knew Smith had that many. Then she got a little nervous. She was all alone with fifty copies, and they were all staring at her. She backed into the door staring back at them. They showed no emotion, almost like Smith, but smith showed at least a little. But then behind the door she could hear Smith's voice. She turned and pressed her ear to the door to hear better.
"They' coming." She heard Smith say.
There was a long moment of silence until she heard Smith's voice again.
"How much further?" a familiar voice said. It was Mr. Anderson.
"Here, just here." Another voice said.
"I'm sorry this is a dead end." Smith said.
Mr. Anderson was just behind that door. Just behind that door! Angel grew more excited.
"You look surprised to see me again, Mr. Anderson. . . That's the difference between us. I've been expecting you."
"What do you want, Smith?" Mr. Anderson said.
"Oh you haven't figured that out? Still using all the muscles except the one that matters? I want exactly what you want. . . I want everything."
"Would that include a bullet from this gun?" Angel heard a new voice say, and then the sound of a gun.
"Go ahead, shoot. The best thing about me, there's so many me." Smith said.
Then Angel was pushed aside by a copy, and it opened the door. Angel laid on the floor, watching the copies crowd around trying to get through. She got up, and jumped into the crowd, trying to see what was happening. The hallway was filled with these copies, and Smith. Hitting Mr. Anderson.
"If you can't beat us." Copies said.
"Join us."
Angel could see copies trying to take over a person.
"Morpheus!" Mr. Anderson yelled.
Angel turned her head in time to see Mr. Anderson rush by feet of the ground. He went by so fast, the cloak making darkness go in her eyes, like blinding her. The wind from his passing by hit her, and threw to the ground. It happened so fast, but she didn't like it. Mr. Anderson was indeed a dangerous person, she thought a little scared.
"Kill them!" Smith said.
"Kill them!" A copy said at the same time.
On the ground Angel could hear guns being pulled out. And then gunfire, loud enough to make her ears hurt. She ducked to the ground, covering her ears. She almost screamed, Angel wanted her father. The gunfire stopped, but she stayed on the ground, afraid. She heard footsteps come closer. She shivered, she didn't want to look up. That cloak, Mr. Anderson wore, it scared her, something about that cloak. But then she felt hands on her shoulder. Strong, warm hands, lifting her up until she stood. She still didn't look up, she didn't open her eyes.
"Angel. . . Angel it's over." Smith said.
Angel opened her eyes, to see her father. He down at her, and she smiled. Her father came for her.
"It's ok." Smith said.
His voice was a little bit softer than before, something different. Angel liked his voice better like that. It didn't seem full of power anymore, but something else. She smiled and hugged her father. Smith bent back as Angel hugged him. He didn't know really what to do. He looked down at her, holding him, he then eased into the hug. He sighed, and looked up at his copies, whom were all staring at him. He knew what they were thinking. He shouldn't show this much affection to Angel. But for some reason Smith didn't back away from the hug. He knew he should, but he didn't. In fact he soon put his arms around her, as if protecting her. For a while Smith didn't know what he was doing. He felt the need to hold Angel. To make her feel better. He didn't know why. He just knew he had to. Something overwhelming or something came over him to protect her. He didn't know what to do. He just held her.
They were back in the building. Angel lay on her bed, and Smith sat next to her. He looked down at her as she stared at him. She kept smiling. But then she stopped, and sat up.
"I can see why we must kill Mr. Anderson." She said. "They want to kill you. . . What if that man did shoot you, Daddy?" Her voice now filled with fear.
She came closer to Smith, and he didn't know what to think of it.
"Do not worry, if I am ever killed I will transfer myself to a copy, thus I will be saved."
Angel sighed in relief.
"I can see why now." She said.
"You do?" Smith asked.
"That cloak. . . There's something bad about that cloak, and him entirely."
Smith was wondering why Angel appeared so afraid back there. He had never seen that fear before, even when he was killing rebels. She was terrified. She seemed so helpless and weak.
"You shouldn't worry about the cloak, that is not why he is so dangerous. He can do things, unbelievable things." He said.
"But if he's so bad. . . Then how did he free you? Isn't freeing you a good thing?" Angel asked.
Smith was surprised by the question. He didn't really know how to answer, or if he even should.
"Well. . . How he freed me is the thing." He said.
"Then how did he free you?" Angel said quietly.
"He. . . He. . ."
Smith wasn't prepared to say. He looked down at his hand, remembering what it was like in that hallway. Looking down hat his hand, seeing the cracks appear, and brake. He stared at his and moved it slightly.
"He went inside me. . . Going inside my code, and tearing it. . . Ripping the codes to nothing. . . Literally tearing me apart. . ." Smith said looking away.
Angel saw her father. He stared at the ground, as if in a trance. Like remembering was bad or something. His sunglasses were off and she could see his eyes moving, remembering. She could see Mr. Anderson had caused her father pain. She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how.
"I can remember how much it hurt. . . I was torn away, into oblivion. But then. . ."
"Then what?"
Angel leaned on her father, trying to help. Smith moved slightly from her leaning. He looked down at her.
"I came back, my code reassembled except. . . The Mainframe that gave me orders were gone. I could do whatever I wished."
Smith grinned evilly, looking up.
"I was freed."
"Mr. Anderson has caused you pain, Daddy?" Angel asked a little scared of the answer.
Smith looked at Angel, why was he telling her these things, did she even understand? Did she care? But why? Why was he telling a mere child about his pain? It didn't make any sense. But the thing was, Smith knew that, but he continued to tell her everything. It's like he couldn't stop.
"Yes. . . He did. He took away my purpose. Now I must take away his. And then we will rule the Matrix. I will make more copies, I will become more powerful, and I will rule this world and the other." He said.
"Yeah!"
Angel saw her father wanted this.
"Mr. Anderson will die." She continued.
They sat there in silence then. Angel thought about her plan, even though Mr. Anderson had just pretty much terrified her, she had to kill him. She had to now more than ever for her father. She would go tomorrow and scan the Matrix on the computer, she'd search for his code. She was going to make her father proud.
"I must go." Smith said, starting to get up.
"No!" Angel grabbed his arm. "Stay, Daddy, please?
He looked down at her, he could see she was still a bit frightened. Her blue eyes were filled with needing. And Smith felt that need to protect again. He was getting confused over himself. He swallowed and kind of shook his head. He didn't know what was going on with him, he didn't know how to react to this need to protect. What had Angel done to him? He didn't know, or he may have not wanted to know the answer anyway. He opened his mouth searching for an explanation to this feeling. He couldn't find one. He looked back at Angel. He didn't know what to do, but he sat down next to her.
"You know I don't sleep." He said.
"That's ok, you can leave once I go to sleep." She said.
". . . Alright."
Smith sat there for a moment, and watched Angel go to sleep. He was about to leave, when he turned back to look at her. He sat back down, for no reason. He was doing something he didn't know. But he didn't really think about it he just did it. He watched her for a long time, fast asleep, her black hair on the pillow. But then something happened to Smith. Suddenly everything went black, and he didn't fight it. Darkness consumed his vision. Then there was nothing.
Angel rustled in bed, having discomfort. She rustled to her side, and kind of woke up. She slowly opened her eye, frustrated that she woke up. Then she looked up, and was pleased to see her father. Sitting on the chair across the room, sound asleep. His arms were crossed, his legs stretched out, and his head hanging down. He breathed in deeply and slowly. Then he slightly moved his head, and Angel could see he was dreaming.
She was happy, her father was dreaming. She smiled at her father. Smith was dreaming.
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Next Chapter: My Name Is Neo
Yes!!! HEHEHEHE!!!! Lets the good part of this story begin!!! Let the emotion start and the fists fly!!