Author's note: This chapter, we find out about a little of Cybil's past. I know I can sympathize with her as I was treated very harshly at primary school. Anywayz... this chappie has another love scene in it (which is why it's so long) and was actually more difficult to write than the first one. I'd better stop lolly-gagging. Oh and one more thing- You have to read Akenaten's 'As Insipid as Love'. It's another Smith fic and I reccommend that you all read it!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix, Smith doesn't either (though he wants to!).
Cold Memories
Leaning against the freezing balcony,
Alone,
Clad in a revealing black night dress-
Its fluid hem billowing in the grey wind.
Peering blankly down at the bustling world below,
She seems dormant;
But in her mind,
The worms writhe in vortexes of energy-
As she sorts through her memories...
One memory in particular leaps up from the depths and lands in her train of
thought.
It is one that she thought she had lost;
It is one she wishes not to keep.
It is of the first time she went to pre school.
She remembers the walls being decorated in lovely pastel colours and simple
paintings.
Small children crowd the space it encloses;
Singing, laughing, playing.
Such a strange place-
But she likes it.
Upon seeing a group of girls her age, she gambols up to them and greets
them with a bright smile.
However,
The other children don't share her same kindness or enthusiasm.
One little girl with dirty blonde hair bound in a pink bow asks why she has
wings.
Another pokes at her bizarre-looking ears.
She is pinched and prodded,
Her hair is pulled and feathers are painfully plucked out.
She howls out a scream, revealing her large canines.
The group squeals and run back to their mothers in fright.
Poor, simple humans.
They will ridicule and torture anything they can't understand!
In turn, the parents give the child dirty looks and complain to their
teachers.
'We will not have our children learning with such a monster!'
End flashback.
Cybil's mouth becomes sore and constricted as she fights back tears.
She had put up with ridicule and rejection all her life.
This was Smith's doing...
If he had not tampered with her, she would never have been put through all
this!
But on the other hand
She realised-
That humans were cruel to their own kind as well.
If someone looked different or talked differently,
They would be treated the same way she had been.
Humans,
She thought;
Were the scum of the earth.
Another Memory enters-
Of last night...
He entered her harshly;
Like a merciless beast taking the first bite of its live prey.
She could still remember it-
And she shuddered to even think of it.
The sleek, smooth muscle penetrating her soft flesh like a shivery razor.
She had moaned-
Screamed appeals for him to stop.
But her hunter cut her deeper and faster with every cry.
Fooling himself into thinking that he was bringing immeasurable pleasure to
his queen.
And in a way-
He was;
Her groin became swollen with cool, stinging pleasure.
Smith moved in for a violent, lustful kiss-
But all he was left with was a turned cheek.
So he laid gritted teeth to her jaw-
And breathed a blizzard on her skin.
The culmination was at hand;
And Smith in a frenzy,
Used his hips to grind her into the mattress.
Cybil screeched and her nails wrenched into his shoulders as he slowly
asphyxiated her.
Finally,
The end had come.
It washed over them both like a relentless tempest-
Leaving Smith droning wildly.
His back arching,
Humping Cybil in his afterglow.
He purred like a full-bellied and satisfied cat after it has gorged itself
on milky honey.
Cybil panted in exhaustion,
And tears flowed freely down her face.
The wet-spot between her legs was sticky, cold and uncomfortable.
What was even more discomforting was the fact that she was with such a man
as Smith-
A man who she was eternally chained to.
He reduced her from a once proud and confident woman-
To meek and submissive plaything.
He had whored her,
And she wished him dead for it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix, Smith doesn't either (though he wants to!).
Leaning against the freezing balcony,
Alone,
Clad in a revealing black night dress-
Its fluid hem billowing in the grey wind.
Peering blankly down at the bustling world below,
She seems dormant;
But in her mind,
The worms writhe in vortexes of energy-
As she sorts through her memories...
One memory in particular leaps up from the depths and lands in her train of
thought.
It is one that she thought she had lost;
It is one she wishes not to keep.
It is of the first time she went to pre school.
She remembers the walls being decorated in lovely pastel colours and simple
paintings.
Small children crowd the space it encloses;
Singing, laughing, playing.
Such a strange place-
But she likes it.
Upon seeing a group of girls her age, she gambols up to them and greets
them with a bright smile.
However,
The other children don't share her same kindness or enthusiasm.
One little girl with dirty blonde hair bound in a pink bow asks why she has
wings.
Another pokes at her bizarre-looking ears.
She is pinched and prodded,
Her hair is pulled and feathers are painfully plucked out.
She howls out a scream, revealing her large canines.
The group squeals and run back to their mothers in fright.
Poor, simple humans.
They will ridicule and torture anything they can't understand!
In turn, the parents give the child dirty looks and complain to their
teachers.
'We will not have our children learning with such a monster!'
End flashback.
Cybil's mouth becomes sore and constricted as she fights back tears.
She had put up with ridicule and rejection all her life.
This was Smith's doing...
If he had not tampered with her, she would never have been put through all
this!
But on the other hand
She realised-
That humans were cruel to their own kind as well.
If someone looked different or talked differently,
They would be treated the same way she had been.
Humans,
She thought;
Were the scum of the earth.
Another Memory enters-
Of last night...
He entered her harshly;
Like a merciless beast taking the first bite of its live prey.
She could still remember it-
And she shuddered to even think of it.
The sleek, smooth muscle penetrating her soft flesh like a shivery razor.
She had moaned-
Screamed appeals for him to stop.
But her hunter cut her deeper and faster with every cry.
Fooling himself into thinking that he was bringing immeasurable pleasure to
his queen.
And in a way-
He was;
Her groin became swollen with cool, stinging pleasure.
Smith moved in for a violent, lustful kiss-
But all he was left with was a turned cheek.
So he laid gritted teeth to her jaw-
And breathed a blizzard on her skin.
The culmination was at hand;
And Smith in a frenzy,
Used his hips to grind her into the mattress.
Cybil screeched and her nails wrenched into his shoulders as he slowly
asphyxiated her.
Finally,
The end had come.
It washed over them both like a relentless tempest-
Leaving Smith droning wildly.
His back arching,
Humping Cybil in his afterglow.
He purred like a full-bellied and satisfied cat after it has gorged itself
on milky honey.
Cybil panted in exhaustion,
And tears flowed freely down her face.
The wet-spot between her legs was sticky, cold and uncomfortable.
What was even more discomforting was the fact that she was with such a man
as Smith-
A man who she was eternally chained to.
He reduced her from a once proud and confident woman-
To meek and submissive plaything.
He had whored her,
And she wished him dead for it.