Summary: Cybil is bound to Smith, she is trying to escape from his clutches but ther is something that won't let her (OK- i'm real bad at summarys as u can tell).
Disclaimer: I don't own Smith (damn!) or the matrix however, i do own this story and Cybil.
Author's note: Ok! this is my first fic. I wrote this today while in my double english class. All my friends liked this fic so I thought of posting it here. Plz tell me what you think of it.
Eternal Bondage
In the chill of stagnant midnight,
Under the watchful moon.
She rolls agonisingly in restless slumber.
Rousing from her sleep, squinting at the moon-
Moans a hapless wail.
The worm in her skull wraps itself around her brain.
Squeezing tighter and tighter till she collapses on the floor with her
nails clasping her temples as if to stop her head from exploding.
A voice slithers into the room.
Soft at first,
But it gets louder and louder.
'I told you not to deny me...' it whispered
'I told you our souls were bound to each other...
You are mine, I am yours for all eternity.'
'NO! It cannot be!' she screamed in denial.
'Oh yes my darling- we are bound. You may hide, you may flee- but you can't
escape me!' He purred ferociously.
'No!' She whimpered,
'No no no!'
'What will it be Cybil? Your blissful sleep or your honour?
For you shall not sleep till I find you-
You shall will have no rest till I have you.
You shall find no peace darling- no peace at all.' he growled.
The voice then left the room along with the headache.
Oh! How she hated him...
She despised him with every tortured spasm in her muscles,
Every crack in her bones.
She loathed him.
His piercing, synthesised cyan eyes-
Concealed by dark shades.
His hard, aggressive face showing animated fury-
For the simulation and its contents.
He had a smooth, glided pace-
too perfect for human movement.
Every step spoke with power, prowess and control.
As she thought about him,
The more she realised,
To her horror...
That she loved him;
And she hung her head in shame.
All those times when he dominated her-
She enjoyed!
She wanted more.
He was the lethal drug and she, the helpless user.
She was addicted to him.
And that was what she hated.
Morning was coming,
The stars were fading.
She felt like she had not slept in years-
And this was true.
She had been running far too long,
The temptation was overpowering,
Devouring her breath by breath.
Turning to the moon,
Wet eyed and weary, whispering...
'Come back to me once more Smith,
I am yours.'
Disclaimer: I don't own Smith (damn!) or the matrix however, i do own this story and Cybil.
Author's note: Ok! this is my first fic. I wrote this today while in my double english class. All my friends liked this fic so I thought of posting it here. Plz tell me what you think of it.
In the chill of stagnant midnight,
Under the watchful moon.
She rolls agonisingly in restless slumber.
Rousing from her sleep, squinting at the moon-
Moans a hapless wail.
The worm in her skull wraps itself around her brain.
Squeezing tighter and tighter till she collapses on the floor with her
nails clasping her temples as if to stop her head from exploding.
A voice slithers into the room.
Soft at first,
But it gets louder and louder.
'I told you not to deny me...' it whispered
'I told you our souls were bound to each other...
You are mine, I am yours for all eternity.'
'NO! It cannot be!' she screamed in denial.
'Oh yes my darling- we are bound. You may hide, you may flee- but you can't
escape me!' He purred ferociously.
'No!' She whimpered,
'No no no!'
'What will it be Cybil? Your blissful sleep or your honour?
For you shall not sleep till I find you-
You shall will have no rest till I have you.
You shall find no peace darling- no peace at all.' he growled.
The voice then left the room along with the headache.
Oh! How she hated him...
She despised him with every tortured spasm in her muscles,
Every crack in her bones.
She loathed him.
His piercing, synthesised cyan eyes-
Concealed by dark shades.
His hard, aggressive face showing animated fury-
For the simulation and its contents.
He had a smooth, glided pace-
too perfect for human movement.
Every step spoke with power, prowess and control.
As she thought about him,
The more she realised,
To her horror...
That she loved him;
And she hung her head in shame.
All those times when he dominated her-
She enjoyed!
She wanted more.
He was the lethal drug and she, the helpless user.
She was addicted to him.
And that was what she hated.
Morning was coming,
The stars were fading.
She felt like she had not slept in years-
And this was true.
She had been running far too long,
The temptation was overpowering,
Devouring her breath by breath.
Turning to the moon,
Wet eyed and weary, whispering...
'Come back to me once more Smith,
I am yours.'