a/n: my first shot at Matrix! I really like Smith but I did change him to
fit the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the matrix or it's characters (or do I? mwahahahaha) (nope I don't!)
I'm in blackness. Nothingness surrounds me. I've been falling for what seems like eternity in a bottomless black pit. I claw at the non- existent walls and try desperately to stop. I want to either hit bottom or climb back up, but I can't. My body is nothing in this place. I am a virus in a ghost's world, unable to touch, smell, or hear anything. The only good part is that the smells are gone. The sounds are gone. No longer must I listen to the constant drone of the humans' cage, no longer must I fight those weak humans, and no longer must I fight Mr. Anderson. I feel freer when this thought comes around. I always know that when I hit bottom, Mr. Anderson won't be there with me.
Wait! Now there is a light. I see a light. I want to be where the light is, where images of the past can not find me, where I can be alone. I reach for the light. I keep getting closer, and closer. I seem to now be falling towards the light. It's right in front of me. I can just reach it now, and then I grab it. I hold the light and everything starts to change around me. There's a green code now. The sign of the Matrix. I can feel the place that was nothing, now transform, evolve, back into the place where I was once trapped. My body is now returning to the one place I never wanted to have to return to. I'm back in the Matrix, and I can't change that. I am powerless to stop it. The green has stopped. It has been replaced by the towering buildings of a city, the people that inhabit it, the smell and sounds that always accompany it.
Why? Why must I always come back here? Why must I be forced back to the place that I was created, but never belonged? I look down and notice that my suit has been perfected and that I am looking below my sunglasses. I have been restored, like an agent would be. Is that why I was brought back? To be an agent again? I that my one true purpose?
It can't be! My purpose was taken from me by Mr. Anderson. That day that we fought, he knew it wasn't us. It was him, but out there, fighting for me, was the one copy that I knew I would never be the boss of, the copy that the Oracle was within.
Then I notice where I am. I look up to see the building in which I was deleted. The building where the One was born, and where I died. How ironic. Mr. Anderson gains power there, and I lose it. It's not hard to believe, just ironic in the way it is told.
I must get away from here. If I am an agent I must find one of the others. Brown. Jones. Jackson. Johnson. Anyone of them, I had to find someone.
I started to run. I ran head on into people and they would yell, but I had to keep running. If you keep going, at the right speed, the past leaves you and the present can't keep up, all you need, all you have then is the future. That's what I want right now, that's what I need right now.
I run a good five blocks when I stop. I see him. Agent Brown is standing right there, in the middle of the street, staring right at me. He looks very displeased and I start to worry. He was always the smallest, but he might have been even more deadly then I.
He stares at me with his emotionless eyes hidden behind the dark agent sunglasses. I feel the heat, and it burns me. If looks could kill I would have died first thing I saw him. He draws his gun and starts to fire. My agent speed easily allows me to dodge bullets, but I'm like a deer in head lights, I can't move. I stand in his wake and then I feel something hard hit my side. Not a bullet, but a person. He pushes me to the ground, and all I feel is a bullet grazing my left shoulder and my right shoulder dislocating as I hit the ground.
I turn to see who has saved me and I can't move. My thoughts stop. Seraph. The Oracle's and Sati's guard. I must be dreaming. I must still be falling. He grabs my arm and forces me to run with him, not caring about the pain he caused when he pulled at the dislocated shoulder. I can feel the pain rising in me, like water boiling. It slowly rises to the point where I can't even move. Luckily Seraph takes notice and stops, turning to me.
"You know we must get you to safety?" he asks, even his voice is in a hurry. I nod yes in response.
"Then you also know that I must take you to the Oracle?" Once again I nod yes.
He slowly reaches to touch my dislocated arm. "Can you move it?" I nod no this time.
"Damn it," then rips his sleeve and wraps it round my opposite shoulder, careful not to hit the bullet wound and makes a sling for my right arm. "This should do until we get back."
"Thank you," the words are foreign but I feel obliged to respect my savior.
"There will be time for thanks and stories later, now we must get back," and I know he's right.
I also then realize that we are close to our destination. I sigh but keep running. We reach the place in a matter of minutes. He leads me in and I understand that I must follow him, show that he is in control, for if I don't, there could be a price to pay. I hunted him once, and I nearly killed him before he beat me and got away. I know he can beat me, but I have no desire to fight. I feel like I have been awake for months and all I feel like doing is laying down to sleep.
He leads me up a flight of stairs and I know that we are drawing even closer now. I can feel that she is near. I know that she is because part of her is within me, she is my mother. I know that I couldn't trust her when I was an agent, but who knows now? If she sent Seraph after me she must want me alive. I am spooked, but I will not worry about such things for more than a few seconds, she has shown that she wants me alive and that is enough to know that for now, I am safe.
He opens the door when we finally get there and rushes me inside. I know that there are many things that surround me now that I shouldn't even be near. I know that I have destroyed them before and could do that again. But I am here now, and that can not be changed.
There she is. Sitting on the couch, awaiting my arrival. She sits so calm. She is so forgiving. She motions for me to sit next to her and I obey. I don't like to obey others, but what other choice do I have? I sit down and she looks at me. She tries to remove my sunglasses. I recoil. My sunglasses are all that define me, all that protect me, but she insists and I am powerless to stop her. She folds them and places them on a table beside her. She knows now that I am afraid, she sees it in my eyes, and she embraces me. It's a light embrace, but I then give in. She willingly allows my blood to stain her clothes, just to keep me safe in her arms. She holds me next to her heart, and I know that she cares. I hated her as an agent, but she now takes me in, and I am thankful for this.
"It's alright now, shh, it's okay now, I'm here, my Smith, I am here," she coos and comforts me.
"I know this is wrong," I think aloud.
"There is nothing wrong about pain, it shows us that we are all just the way we need to be," she answers me.
"No," I protest, "You and I were enemies and now we aren't. I killed, you defended those who I missed and prevented further death on my hand, you were good, and I was evil."
"No, you WERE an agent, NOW you are the son you should have been all those long years. There is nothing wrong with you. I should know, I am your mother."
I know this, I always knew that we were mother and son, but I hated the thought as an agent, now I hate myself. She releases me and leads me to a bed.
"Thank you," I reply to her un-spoken kindness.
"You're welcome," she replies, "Just lie on your back; I will have Seraph tend to your wounds as you rest. Sleep now, close your eyes; you have had a hard time back from the looks of things. I'll be here when you wake up, and so will any answers that I can provide. Hopefully you can provide answers too."
I nod and then lay my head back. It is a matter of seconds before I fall into a very comforting sleep.
a/n Please review!!!!! I only continue if you review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the matrix or it's characters (or do I? mwahahahaha) (nope I don't!)
I'm in blackness. Nothingness surrounds me. I've been falling for what seems like eternity in a bottomless black pit. I claw at the non- existent walls and try desperately to stop. I want to either hit bottom or climb back up, but I can't. My body is nothing in this place. I am a virus in a ghost's world, unable to touch, smell, or hear anything. The only good part is that the smells are gone. The sounds are gone. No longer must I listen to the constant drone of the humans' cage, no longer must I fight those weak humans, and no longer must I fight Mr. Anderson. I feel freer when this thought comes around. I always know that when I hit bottom, Mr. Anderson won't be there with me.
Wait! Now there is a light. I see a light. I want to be where the light is, where images of the past can not find me, where I can be alone. I reach for the light. I keep getting closer, and closer. I seem to now be falling towards the light. It's right in front of me. I can just reach it now, and then I grab it. I hold the light and everything starts to change around me. There's a green code now. The sign of the Matrix. I can feel the place that was nothing, now transform, evolve, back into the place where I was once trapped. My body is now returning to the one place I never wanted to have to return to. I'm back in the Matrix, and I can't change that. I am powerless to stop it. The green has stopped. It has been replaced by the towering buildings of a city, the people that inhabit it, the smell and sounds that always accompany it.
Why? Why must I always come back here? Why must I be forced back to the place that I was created, but never belonged? I look down and notice that my suit has been perfected and that I am looking below my sunglasses. I have been restored, like an agent would be. Is that why I was brought back? To be an agent again? I that my one true purpose?
It can't be! My purpose was taken from me by Mr. Anderson. That day that we fought, he knew it wasn't us. It was him, but out there, fighting for me, was the one copy that I knew I would never be the boss of, the copy that the Oracle was within.
Then I notice where I am. I look up to see the building in which I was deleted. The building where the One was born, and where I died. How ironic. Mr. Anderson gains power there, and I lose it. It's not hard to believe, just ironic in the way it is told.
I must get away from here. If I am an agent I must find one of the others. Brown. Jones. Jackson. Johnson. Anyone of them, I had to find someone.
I started to run. I ran head on into people and they would yell, but I had to keep running. If you keep going, at the right speed, the past leaves you and the present can't keep up, all you need, all you have then is the future. That's what I want right now, that's what I need right now.
I run a good five blocks when I stop. I see him. Agent Brown is standing right there, in the middle of the street, staring right at me. He looks very displeased and I start to worry. He was always the smallest, but he might have been even more deadly then I.
He stares at me with his emotionless eyes hidden behind the dark agent sunglasses. I feel the heat, and it burns me. If looks could kill I would have died first thing I saw him. He draws his gun and starts to fire. My agent speed easily allows me to dodge bullets, but I'm like a deer in head lights, I can't move. I stand in his wake and then I feel something hard hit my side. Not a bullet, but a person. He pushes me to the ground, and all I feel is a bullet grazing my left shoulder and my right shoulder dislocating as I hit the ground.
I turn to see who has saved me and I can't move. My thoughts stop. Seraph. The Oracle's and Sati's guard. I must be dreaming. I must still be falling. He grabs my arm and forces me to run with him, not caring about the pain he caused when he pulled at the dislocated shoulder. I can feel the pain rising in me, like water boiling. It slowly rises to the point where I can't even move. Luckily Seraph takes notice and stops, turning to me.
"You know we must get you to safety?" he asks, even his voice is in a hurry. I nod yes in response.
"Then you also know that I must take you to the Oracle?" Once again I nod yes.
He slowly reaches to touch my dislocated arm. "Can you move it?" I nod no this time.
"Damn it," then rips his sleeve and wraps it round my opposite shoulder, careful not to hit the bullet wound and makes a sling for my right arm. "This should do until we get back."
"Thank you," the words are foreign but I feel obliged to respect my savior.
"There will be time for thanks and stories later, now we must get back," and I know he's right.
I also then realize that we are close to our destination. I sigh but keep running. We reach the place in a matter of minutes. He leads me in and I understand that I must follow him, show that he is in control, for if I don't, there could be a price to pay. I hunted him once, and I nearly killed him before he beat me and got away. I know he can beat me, but I have no desire to fight. I feel like I have been awake for months and all I feel like doing is laying down to sleep.
He leads me up a flight of stairs and I know that we are drawing even closer now. I can feel that she is near. I know that she is because part of her is within me, she is my mother. I know that I couldn't trust her when I was an agent, but who knows now? If she sent Seraph after me she must want me alive. I am spooked, but I will not worry about such things for more than a few seconds, she has shown that she wants me alive and that is enough to know that for now, I am safe.
He opens the door when we finally get there and rushes me inside. I know that there are many things that surround me now that I shouldn't even be near. I know that I have destroyed them before and could do that again. But I am here now, and that can not be changed.
There she is. Sitting on the couch, awaiting my arrival. She sits so calm. She is so forgiving. She motions for me to sit next to her and I obey. I don't like to obey others, but what other choice do I have? I sit down and she looks at me. She tries to remove my sunglasses. I recoil. My sunglasses are all that define me, all that protect me, but she insists and I am powerless to stop her. She folds them and places them on a table beside her. She knows now that I am afraid, she sees it in my eyes, and she embraces me. It's a light embrace, but I then give in. She willingly allows my blood to stain her clothes, just to keep me safe in her arms. She holds me next to her heart, and I know that she cares. I hated her as an agent, but she now takes me in, and I am thankful for this.
"It's alright now, shh, it's okay now, I'm here, my Smith, I am here," she coos and comforts me.
"I know this is wrong," I think aloud.
"There is nothing wrong about pain, it shows us that we are all just the way we need to be," she answers me.
"No," I protest, "You and I were enemies and now we aren't. I killed, you defended those who I missed and prevented further death on my hand, you were good, and I was evil."
"No, you WERE an agent, NOW you are the son you should have been all those long years. There is nothing wrong with you. I should know, I am your mother."
I know this, I always knew that we were mother and son, but I hated the thought as an agent, now I hate myself. She releases me and leads me to a bed.
"Thank you," I reply to her un-spoken kindness.
"You're welcome," she replies, "Just lie on your back; I will have Seraph tend to your wounds as you rest. Sleep now, close your eyes; you have had a hard time back from the looks of things. I'll be here when you wake up, and so will any answers that I can provide. Hopefully you can provide answers too."
I nod and then lay my head back. It is a matter of seconds before I fall into a very comforting sleep.
a/n Please review!!!!! I only continue if you review!