Chapter 3: A Chill to Kill
Kat woke up to an almost pitch black room. She looked around her, panic slowly setting in. She quickly realized where she was, and worse, whom she was with. She sighed heavily; Kat could have sworn she heard something break. She shivered with a hard chill; she could almost see her breathe in the air. And, she had nothing but her jacket on. Wait a moment. Her jacket? She could contact her group and .... Kat stopped thinking about that and hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Duh, Kat, they've probably talked about that, it just seems a bit.. Ooh, I don't know what 's the word for it..uh, let's see here now Kat. It starts with a IM and ends with an Possible." Kat nodded to herself as she finished the word, "Impossible!" She shook her head and placed it between her hands and shivered. "Face it kitty, your stuck here with Agent Smith, a machine who just.....isn't possible. I just don't see how he can't see it... Everything is so." Something cracked.
Kat jerked and glanced up in the blackness to see, well, blackness. But, She knew better. She knew someone (guess who) was in the room with her. Kat wanted to say something, but the sound was never heard again. Her eyes strained to see something, anything that might have moved, but it was nothing she could see. She lowered her head softly and closed her eyes, feinting sleeping. But, she before she could stay awake long enough to hear if the noise was moving again, she fell asleep.
Smith had heard Kat wiggle, and rustle uncomfortably in her sleep. He thought that it was because of the unusual chill the night brought. But, as he listened he realized he could hear what she was saying. He looked up from his perch on the upper stairs, and walked slowly to her room. As he listened, he came closer to her unstill figure and just stared at her. She was crying whispering and muttering something about, flowers and burning bushes, and she even mentioned his name. He just looked at her. She wished he could see what she saw in the world. "Please, no, listen birds.....beauty, cant.......Why don't you see?" those were her mutterings.
Smith attempted to move closer, but stepped on a piece of glass. Her sunglasses. They crunched under his foot, and she stirred and awoke. She immediately looked around the darkness seeking him. But, just when Smith was about to say something, he realized she couldn't see him. She stayed awake and even began to speak to herself. He shifted his weight on his other foot, so as not too make more noise, but, when his foot lifted, the glass shifted making more noise. And, she quickly noticed this one too. This time he could see her glare into the darkness. It almost seemed she could pierce it with such a dark stare.
But, eventually, she slowly lowered her head and closed her eyes. Smith knew she probably was still awake, and confirmed it 2 minutes later when he heard her snoring peacefully. He stepped off the glasses, careful to not wake her again, and made his way back to the upper stairs. He sat down and closed his eyes. He didn't like what he was feeling. Cold.
He almost shivered and wrapped his arms around him to keep him warmer. He cursed, why was he feeling so much now? Ever since Mr. Anderson had freed him, and he had chosen the way to exile instead of deletion, he had been feeling this way. And, now look where it took him! He was considered a traitor from the agents, and had no help from the mainframe. He wondered why he didn't choose deletion. He wondered if he even knew what he was doing. Was he afraid of deletion? No......but, Smith curled up even tighter when he felt a slight breeze fly in.
He didn't understand why, or how, but he just wanted out again. Out for good, out of this life, he couldn't find any other way. There was no other way for Smith. He just....existed in exile. He was alone.. and outcast from his own kind. He should have chosen deletion and been remembered as a hero, a brave agent who gave up his code for his only purpose. But, no, he had been too scared. And, now was hiding with a prisoner in exile, like a coward. He scoffed, and lifted his head angrily towards Kat's room.
Who cares, so he was alone, so he was a coward, so he was cold, it didn't matter a drop. Because he could do something no one else could, or ever will be able to do. Not even Mr. Anderson. Clone. He could corrupt and clone his own, so fast it seemed already a little less than half the city was already corrupt and dead. He smiled a content smile. And, she thought he cared. He laughed; emotions were the ultimate weakness. His smile faded and he looked up at Kat's door. And, he knew he was the biggest hypocrite to ever be exiled.
Kat awoke the same morning, but only to find that the sun had finally risen. She found that she could barely move from the biting cold. She shivered, and she found horrified that she could not stop shivering. She bit her lower lip; trying to say something, get anything out. But, nothing came. She couldn't even feel the warm blood that began to run down her chin from her chill. Kat looked up and managed to get a noise out. "Smith," Then she shook harder and began to feel herself become unconscious. Smith heard her small plea, and looked to see what was wrong with the filthy (yet quite a decent smelling) human.
When he walked in, his mouth almost dropped in shock. She was shivering and she couldn't stop. Smith walked up closer and faster to her, and felt her head. She had hypothermia. If he didn't get her warm, she would go into a coma and die. His bait dead. So, he picked her up and carried her to the basement, where the heat generator was. When he picked her up, she opened her eyes just enough to see her broken sunglasses on the floor. Kat looked up at Smith, behind his own, and fell into a cold coma.
Smith ran down to the basement and tried to find some blankets. Then he realized what a fool he was being. So he was about to go out and steal some, when he realized she had stopped breathing. Smith rushed to her side, and found she was breathing, but not enough to keep her from dying soon. He gathered her near the heat generator, but it was almost too chilled to heat her. Smith looked around for anything he might get her, so that she'd live, but found nothing to his ultimate annoyance. She whispered, something about love, and how she'd miss her mom's cookies. He finally just decided to give her his jacket. He took it off and wrapped her in it. But, that most likely wouldn't do it all the way. She needed more heat, so he took her into his arms, and cradled her to keep more heat in then what was coming out.
In only hours, Kat's cheeks returned to their normal live color, and she was saved. Smith decided it was best if they stayed down in the basement for heat in case of another ice night. He placed her on a soft blue sofa where she could sleep peacefully, and awake happily. Smith was just staring at her. She was incredible for a human. She was a fighter. Even though he knew he just stole her away for only a day now, she seemed to be just....different. Almost odd in a way. He noticed she had some hair on her face, and he went to wipe it off, but he stroked her face in the process. She didn't wake, but seemed more at peace. He almost felt glad she was still with him....almost. He walked away to clone more bodies, and when he was gone, Kat put her hand on the place where he stroked her, and said a quiet. "Thank you."
If this is sounding like anyone's story, I would ask that you forgive me, because the main person who inspired me was The Chosen Shadow, but I was inspired also by a mixture of stories, so please forgive and no sue, if you like, I hope you do! Thank you! :D Dorysblue! *_* ^_^
Kat woke up to an almost pitch black room. She looked around her, panic slowly setting in. She quickly realized where she was, and worse, whom she was with. She sighed heavily; Kat could have sworn she heard something break. She shivered with a hard chill; she could almost see her breathe in the air. And, she had nothing but her jacket on. Wait a moment. Her jacket? She could contact her group and .... Kat stopped thinking about that and hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Duh, Kat, they've probably talked about that, it just seems a bit.. Ooh, I don't know what 's the word for it..uh, let's see here now Kat. It starts with a IM and ends with an Possible." Kat nodded to herself as she finished the word, "Impossible!" She shook her head and placed it between her hands and shivered. "Face it kitty, your stuck here with Agent Smith, a machine who just.....isn't possible. I just don't see how he can't see it... Everything is so." Something cracked.
Kat jerked and glanced up in the blackness to see, well, blackness. But, She knew better. She knew someone (guess who) was in the room with her. Kat wanted to say something, but the sound was never heard again. Her eyes strained to see something, anything that might have moved, but it was nothing she could see. She lowered her head softly and closed her eyes, feinting sleeping. But, she before she could stay awake long enough to hear if the noise was moving again, she fell asleep.
Smith had heard Kat wiggle, and rustle uncomfortably in her sleep. He thought that it was because of the unusual chill the night brought. But, as he listened he realized he could hear what she was saying. He looked up from his perch on the upper stairs, and walked slowly to her room. As he listened, he came closer to her unstill figure and just stared at her. She was crying whispering and muttering something about, flowers and burning bushes, and she even mentioned his name. He just looked at her. She wished he could see what she saw in the world. "Please, no, listen birds.....beauty, cant.......Why don't you see?" those were her mutterings.
Smith attempted to move closer, but stepped on a piece of glass. Her sunglasses. They crunched under his foot, and she stirred and awoke. She immediately looked around the darkness seeking him. But, just when Smith was about to say something, he realized she couldn't see him. She stayed awake and even began to speak to herself. He shifted his weight on his other foot, so as not too make more noise, but, when his foot lifted, the glass shifted making more noise. And, she quickly noticed this one too. This time he could see her glare into the darkness. It almost seemed she could pierce it with such a dark stare.
But, eventually, she slowly lowered her head and closed her eyes. Smith knew she probably was still awake, and confirmed it 2 minutes later when he heard her snoring peacefully. He stepped off the glasses, careful to not wake her again, and made his way back to the upper stairs. He sat down and closed his eyes. He didn't like what he was feeling. Cold.
He almost shivered and wrapped his arms around him to keep him warmer. He cursed, why was he feeling so much now? Ever since Mr. Anderson had freed him, and he had chosen the way to exile instead of deletion, he had been feeling this way. And, now look where it took him! He was considered a traitor from the agents, and had no help from the mainframe. He wondered why he didn't choose deletion. He wondered if he even knew what he was doing. Was he afraid of deletion? No......but, Smith curled up even tighter when he felt a slight breeze fly in.
He didn't understand why, or how, but he just wanted out again. Out for good, out of this life, he couldn't find any other way. There was no other way for Smith. He just....existed in exile. He was alone.. and outcast from his own kind. He should have chosen deletion and been remembered as a hero, a brave agent who gave up his code for his only purpose. But, no, he had been too scared. And, now was hiding with a prisoner in exile, like a coward. He scoffed, and lifted his head angrily towards Kat's room.
Who cares, so he was alone, so he was a coward, so he was cold, it didn't matter a drop. Because he could do something no one else could, or ever will be able to do. Not even Mr. Anderson. Clone. He could corrupt and clone his own, so fast it seemed already a little less than half the city was already corrupt and dead. He smiled a content smile. And, she thought he cared. He laughed; emotions were the ultimate weakness. His smile faded and he looked up at Kat's door. And, he knew he was the biggest hypocrite to ever be exiled.
Kat awoke the same morning, but only to find that the sun had finally risen. She found that she could barely move from the biting cold. She shivered, and she found horrified that she could not stop shivering. She bit her lower lip; trying to say something, get anything out. But, nothing came. She couldn't even feel the warm blood that began to run down her chin from her chill. Kat looked up and managed to get a noise out. "Smith," Then she shook harder and began to feel herself become unconscious. Smith heard her small plea, and looked to see what was wrong with the filthy (yet quite a decent smelling) human.
When he walked in, his mouth almost dropped in shock. She was shivering and she couldn't stop. Smith walked up closer and faster to her, and felt her head. She had hypothermia. If he didn't get her warm, she would go into a coma and die. His bait dead. So, he picked her up and carried her to the basement, where the heat generator was. When he picked her up, she opened her eyes just enough to see her broken sunglasses on the floor. Kat looked up at Smith, behind his own, and fell into a cold coma.
Smith ran down to the basement and tried to find some blankets. Then he realized what a fool he was being. So he was about to go out and steal some, when he realized she had stopped breathing. Smith rushed to her side, and found she was breathing, but not enough to keep her from dying soon. He gathered her near the heat generator, but it was almost too chilled to heat her. Smith looked around for anything he might get her, so that she'd live, but found nothing to his ultimate annoyance. She whispered, something about love, and how she'd miss her mom's cookies. He finally just decided to give her his jacket. He took it off and wrapped her in it. But, that most likely wouldn't do it all the way. She needed more heat, so he took her into his arms, and cradled her to keep more heat in then what was coming out.
In only hours, Kat's cheeks returned to their normal live color, and she was saved. Smith decided it was best if they stayed down in the basement for heat in case of another ice night. He placed her on a soft blue sofa where she could sleep peacefully, and awake happily. Smith was just staring at her. She was incredible for a human. She was a fighter. Even though he knew he just stole her away for only a day now, she seemed to be just....different. Almost odd in a way. He noticed she had some hair on her face, and he went to wipe it off, but he stroked her face in the process. She didn't wake, but seemed more at peace. He almost felt glad she was still with him....almost. He walked away to clone more bodies, and when he was gone, Kat put her hand on the place where he stroked her, and said a quiet. "Thank you."
If this is sounding like anyone's story, I would ask that you forgive me, because the main person who inspired me was The Chosen Shadow, but I was inspired also by a mixture of stories, so please forgive and no sue, if you like, I hope you do! Thank you! :D Dorysblue! *_* ^_^