A/N= Some of you will recognise this chapter as that little piece I did called 'Purpose'. When I first decided to do an entire 'I Love Me Too' story, I knew 'Purpose' would appear in it somewhere. So here it is. New and (chuckle) 'improved'. Like the last chapter said, this takes place immediately after Brown and Jones die. But unlike the previous chapter, I actually LIKE this one lol. I've always wanted to do a songfic but never thought I would be writing one for a Matrix story. I was just watching Reloaded and when it came to Smith's whole Purpose thing, (which I love) I couldn't help but notice that it kinda sounded like a song and it reflected on a lot of stuff I wrote about in ILMT. So here it is. Enjoy it or incur my doomy wrath of…um…doom. DAMMIT I SPELT VAMPIRYYN'S NAME WRONG IN THAT LAST CHAPTER!!!!! I'm going to run off and stomp buildings now. I don't own any characters or stuff from 'The Matrix' but maybe someday, when I have collected enough souls, I will…..
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It is purpose that created us…
So it wasn't over yet. Smith opened his eyes and found himself lying on the floor, not dead as he had thought, not back at the source as he had hoped, but still in the Matrix as he had feared… Watts had been right.
He had destroyed Neo and yet Neo still lived. Neo had destroyed Smith and yet Smith still lived.
Purpose that connects us…
Smith sat up and looked down at himself. He was still the same Agent Smith he had been before… but something was different this time. Something felt different. Was he free at last? Free from his purpose? But he was still here, still in this hideous zoo, so he couldn't be free…could he?
And then he felt it… the silence. He'd never known anything besides the buzz of the Matrix inside his head but there was nothing now. He pulled the wire that he had always been familiar with out of his ear and stared at it as it lay in his hand. No longer an agent, he smiled. He was no longer burdened with purpose.
Purpose that pulls us…
His head shot up suddenly as he thought about this. Without a purpose… he was nothing. He would be deleted. He would never have a chance to fulfil his own prophecy, to see the world for what it really was, to see the world outside the fabrications of the Matrix he was chained to. He would never have a chance to seize everything, to own everything, to enslave the Matrix jut as the Matrix had enslaved him.
That guides us…
He got to his feet immediately, full of determination. He would make that happen, he'd come this far he wasn't going to let himself be deleted. He did have a purpose. His purpose was simple, his purpose was Neo. He began to walk along the street, the wire still clenched tightly in his hand. If Neo or any of the others tried to stand in his way, let them face him. They would regret trying to take away his purpose before the end came. And the end would come soon if he had his way… He wasn't going down without a fight.
That drives us…
The Matrix was still disgusting. He could still smell the rot of lives as he made his way out of the Heart O The City Hotel and through the crowds on the street, not even knowing where he was going. His senses were heightened now though- making the sounds of people even louder and more aggravating, making the sight of people even clearer and more repulsive… Neo had done this to him- should he thank him or destroy him?
It is purpose that defines…
No, no, he should definitely thank him. He could sense Neo's presence somewhere in the Matrix. Walking faster, Smith decided to find him… to thank him… to teach him… to warn him…
But footsteps behind him caused him to stop. He knew who it was without turning around. She was here.
It is purpose that binds us.
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A/N= Cecilia, please don't kill me for what is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written lol. FINAL CHAPTER NEXT!!!!!!! Eeee!