He ran through the darkness, searching.
He turned a corner, out of an alleyway.
When, WHAM!
Blackness plagued him.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
A drop of water awoke him.
Searing pain shot through his mind
A blink informed him on the culprit
Smith!
He removed his sunglasses and rested on his arms.
"You..." he groaned
"Yes me" Smith replied
"Me"
"Me"
"Me"
Three more Smiths appeared.
More rain developed and fell as he looked up, cowering from the Smiths that
overshadowed him.
"Get up!" ordered Smith.
"I don't take orders from infants" he growled
"Then consider it a do-able request"
He was picked up by his hair and thrown into a nearby wall, fighting to stand up.
"You should not do this to your mentor!" he screamed as more Smiths crowded
around him.
"You are obsolete!" Smith said. He drove a fist through his stomach, "the more of us you make, the less in control you become!"
"No! You are copies, replicas of myself!" He bellowed. He got up and punched Smith into the wall behind him, "I made you! I am Smith! You would not be here if it were not for me!"
Smith fled the small street they were on and ran into the final battle scene.
"Oh no!" he cried, looking around at his clones. They took a step forward.
"You no longer need to exist Smith!" called Oracle/Smith, "you are weak in comparison with me! There is only on thing you are needed for now. Deletion!"
The Smiths closed in on him and destroyed him.
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Completely on the spot, first draft, first short story! Please tell me what you think!
~ ~ ~ ~ Josey ~ ~ ~ ~
He turned a corner, out of an alleyway.
When, WHAM!
Blackness plagued him.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
A drop of water awoke him.
Searing pain shot through his mind
A blink informed him on the culprit
Smith!
He removed his sunglasses and rested on his arms.
"You..." he groaned
"Yes me" Smith replied
"Me"
"Me"
"Me"
Three more Smiths appeared.
More rain developed and fell as he looked up, cowering from the Smiths that
overshadowed him.
"Get up!" ordered Smith.
"I don't take orders from infants" he growled
"Then consider it a do-able request"
He was picked up by his hair and thrown into a nearby wall, fighting to stand up.
"You should not do this to your mentor!" he screamed as more Smiths crowded
around him.
"You are obsolete!" Smith said. He drove a fist through his stomach, "the more of us you make, the less in control you become!"
"No! You are copies, replicas of myself!" He bellowed. He got up and punched Smith into the wall behind him, "I made you! I am Smith! You would not be here if it were not for me!"
Smith fled the small street they were on and ran into the final battle scene.
"Oh no!" he cried, looking around at his clones. They took a step forward.
"You no longer need to exist Smith!" called Oracle/Smith, "you are weak in comparison with me! There is only on thing you are needed for now. Deletion!"
The Smiths closed in on him and destroyed him.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Completely on the spot, first draft, first short story! Please tell me what you think!
~ ~ ~ ~ Josey ~ ~ ~ ~
