a/n: well overnight I was bombarded. My first story gets only two reviews
for nine chapters. My second story gets one review a few hours after
posting it. This one gets four reviews in a total of 8 hours. Those made
me feel good so here you all go, another chapter. Might I add before we
start that I would like to recommend my other stories too.
I awoke the next day and looked around. I hadn't really looked at the room the night before, but now that I was, it was amazing. There were blue shades over the windows and behind them blue gems that reflected the sun and caused the room to look like it was underwater. I saw that there was a lamp that had a similar decoration idea on a wooden desk next to the bed. There was also a digital alarm clock, telling me it was almost noon.
I had fallen asleep late and slept in, that was nothing like me. Well, that is nothing like how I used to be, I could easily change that now, though.
I looked down and saw that I was in a sling, this time a real one. I also noted that the shoulder that had been shot was in a bandage that looked clean enough to comfort me that it was healing.
I stood up and stretched. I knew that if I walked out, out into the one place people would take me in, I might still be unwanted by some of them. I couldn't blame them. When I had my power I used it to scare, to bully around anyone who dare get near me, anyone in the past that had treated me like I was weak. I hated that above everything, and yet just last night I was held by the Oracle. The one thing that I could ever wish to hold to, and yet the one person that I never could stand in the past, and am still getting used to now.
I decide to walk out into the main area. If I'm going to be ridiculed and tortured by my past, in the present, I may as well go down fighting, not cowering and afraid.
When I open the door I see that Sati is sitting with the Oracle, reading over her shoulder, while Seraph stands out on the balcony of the apartment. I always wondered why he seemed to look out there so much. He always stood, like a gargoyle, watching the people below, until he had to come inside and help the Oracle or Sati. The Oracle noticed that I had come out and turned to me. She smiled, but when Sati saw me she got nervous.
"Oracle, you didn't tell me he was here, you said we had a nice guest," she was worried and not hiding it from me. She knew what I could do, yet I had to smile, a soft smile at that. The Oracle had lied; she said that I was nice; I had never heard such a good lie. Or maybe she knew something that I didn't.
"Come now, Sati, he won't hurt you," the Oracle's kindness was so unnerving, she was saying things that weren't certain, and yet was confident enough to not falter, always trusting that she knew every move that could be made.
"Are you sure, Oracle?" Sati was starting to lighten up, if she was in no danger she was very forgiving.
"Yes, Sati, I'm sure," she was too confident in her words for my liking.
The next thing I knew I had a girl attached to my leg. Sati had run over and started to hug me. I had never been one for things like hugs or kisses, but she was still young and innocent, this was her way of saying everything nice.
The Oracle started to giggle. Sati did finally let go, and when she did she ran over to the second couch and invited me to sit. I was still tired and would gladly take any seat.
"So, how'd you sleep?" the Oracle was straight into her questioning. She was always out right with everything; she just started small and built.
"Sati, would you like to go for a walk?" Seraph asked.
"Yeah!" Sati jumped up and the two left without another word. I knew that he was told to do this at some point when I was asleep.
"I was fine, I felt like I hadn't slept in months, it was nice to finally rest," I answered, being completely open, something else I had never been in the past.
"That because you maybe haven't. You've been gone for six months you know?"
"It's been that long?" I am exasperated, six months and I still feel the scars fresh on me. The scars of my death.
"Yes, and I would like to know, where were you all that time?"
"I don't know," I was being completely sincere, "I remember a pit of blackness, so dark I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. I remember there were no walls, for when I tried to reach out and grab hold of one, I only touched air. Then I remember another light. I knew light brought death, but it also takes me to new places, and anywhere was better than that place. I grabbed the light, and it pulled me back into the Matrix. The place there aloud no healing, the wounds of battle and death still burn inside me you know."
"I can only imagine, Smith, I might have lost the war for you, but you're still the one who got the scars. I remember that Neo would punch me and that I would feel nothing, I imagine that it was you who felt the blows."
"Yes it was," I answer, why was I being so nice, "I felt like shit afterwards, I couldn't move, I felt like just dieing right there, but I held on because I knew Mr. Anderson was gone."
"How is that good to you? I understand that you two were always enemies, but how DID you feel? Knowing that everything that was keeping you alive had to do with him, knowing that without the evil, good is nothing, and vise versa, how did you feel?" she was asking a tough question to answer.
"I felt," I was faltering and didn't like that, "I guess I felt complete. I knew that I only came back because Mr. Anderson couldn't survive without the opposite. I knew that well, but that time it would him coming back for me. The One would be returning for an agent. Neo would be returning for a virus."
The Oracle giggled again. "Was my answer amusing?" I was confused.
"You called him Neo. That's the first time, even when I was your copy you never spoke about him using that name." She was amused by this?
I had to know something. If she could remember being me maybe SHE could answer this, "Did it hurt when you became me?"
"It felt like my code was being ripped bit by bit, and then it stopped and I felt cold. I knew that I had power, but I felt incomplete, my code had been torn."
I sighed. I knew that I couldn't live with this, this burden that was causing me to slowly fall back into nothingness. I was soon going to be alive and purposeless again. Why had she brought me back?
It was a while before Sati and Seraph returned. They were back around three in the afternoon. Seraph looked like Sati had given him a good workout. I smiled at the thought of someone Sati's age making Seraph look so weak.
I was reading the news paper. I was still tired. Sati went into her room and then came back out. She was hiding something behind her back. She approached me and then stood there. I lowered the paper and she gave me a command, "Close your eyes and hold out your hand." SHE was commanding ME.
To not start a fight with her I did as I was told. I felt her place something in the palm of my gunshot hand. She apparently didn't know about the wound, I winced, but she didn't notice. "Ok, open your eyes," she was commanding me again.
When I opened my eyes there was a colorful braided bit of string in my hand.
"It's a good luck bracelet. When someone gives it to someone else the receiver has good luck," if only what she said was true.
"Thank you," I replied. She smiled and then climbed up onto the couch and hugged me again. She didn't understand what this was doing to me. She couldn't understand how this was affecting me. This contact, this constant invasion of my space, it was tearing me apart. She was damaging me without knowing it. I could slowly feel everything that I was once being torn away and replaced by something new, new and more depressing.
She couldn't know that she was hurting me, but she was. And there was nothing that I could do to stop her.
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I awoke the next day and looked around. I hadn't really looked at the room the night before, but now that I was, it was amazing. There were blue shades over the windows and behind them blue gems that reflected the sun and caused the room to look like it was underwater. I saw that there was a lamp that had a similar decoration idea on a wooden desk next to the bed. There was also a digital alarm clock, telling me it was almost noon.
I had fallen asleep late and slept in, that was nothing like me. Well, that is nothing like how I used to be, I could easily change that now, though.
I looked down and saw that I was in a sling, this time a real one. I also noted that the shoulder that had been shot was in a bandage that looked clean enough to comfort me that it was healing.
I stood up and stretched. I knew that if I walked out, out into the one place people would take me in, I might still be unwanted by some of them. I couldn't blame them. When I had my power I used it to scare, to bully around anyone who dare get near me, anyone in the past that had treated me like I was weak. I hated that above everything, and yet just last night I was held by the Oracle. The one thing that I could ever wish to hold to, and yet the one person that I never could stand in the past, and am still getting used to now.
I decide to walk out into the main area. If I'm going to be ridiculed and tortured by my past, in the present, I may as well go down fighting, not cowering and afraid.
When I open the door I see that Sati is sitting with the Oracle, reading over her shoulder, while Seraph stands out on the balcony of the apartment. I always wondered why he seemed to look out there so much. He always stood, like a gargoyle, watching the people below, until he had to come inside and help the Oracle or Sati. The Oracle noticed that I had come out and turned to me. She smiled, but when Sati saw me she got nervous.
"Oracle, you didn't tell me he was here, you said we had a nice guest," she was worried and not hiding it from me. She knew what I could do, yet I had to smile, a soft smile at that. The Oracle had lied; she said that I was nice; I had never heard such a good lie. Or maybe she knew something that I didn't.
"Come now, Sati, he won't hurt you," the Oracle's kindness was so unnerving, she was saying things that weren't certain, and yet was confident enough to not falter, always trusting that she knew every move that could be made.
"Are you sure, Oracle?" Sati was starting to lighten up, if she was in no danger she was very forgiving.
"Yes, Sati, I'm sure," she was too confident in her words for my liking.
The next thing I knew I had a girl attached to my leg. Sati had run over and started to hug me. I had never been one for things like hugs or kisses, but she was still young and innocent, this was her way of saying everything nice.
The Oracle started to giggle. Sati did finally let go, and when she did she ran over to the second couch and invited me to sit. I was still tired and would gladly take any seat.
"So, how'd you sleep?" the Oracle was straight into her questioning. She was always out right with everything; she just started small and built.
"Sati, would you like to go for a walk?" Seraph asked.
"Yeah!" Sati jumped up and the two left without another word. I knew that he was told to do this at some point when I was asleep.
"I was fine, I felt like I hadn't slept in months, it was nice to finally rest," I answered, being completely open, something else I had never been in the past.
"That because you maybe haven't. You've been gone for six months you know?"
"It's been that long?" I am exasperated, six months and I still feel the scars fresh on me. The scars of my death.
"Yes, and I would like to know, where were you all that time?"
"I don't know," I was being completely sincere, "I remember a pit of blackness, so dark I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. I remember there were no walls, for when I tried to reach out and grab hold of one, I only touched air. Then I remember another light. I knew light brought death, but it also takes me to new places, and anywhere was better than that place. I grabbed the light, and it pulled me back into the Matrix. The place there aloud no healing, the wounds of battle and death still burn inside me you know."
"I can only imagine, Smith, I might have lost the war for you, but you're still the one who got the scars. I remember that Neo would punch me and that I would feel nothing, I imagine that it was you who felt the blows."
"Yes it was," I answer, why was I being so nice, "I felt like shit afterwards, I couldn't move, I felt like just dieing right there, but I held on because I knew Mr. Anderson was gone."
"How is that good to you? I understand that you two were always enemies, but how DID you feel? Knowing that everything that was keeping you alive had to do with him, knowing that without the evil, good is nothing, and vise versa, how did you feel?" she was asking a tough question to answer.
"I felt," I was faltering and didn't like that, "I guess I felt complete. I knew that I only came back because Mr. Anderson couldn't survive without the opposite. I knew that well, but that time it would him coming back for me. The One would be returning for an agent. Neo would be returning for a virus."
The Oracle giggled again. "Was my answer amusing?" I was confused.
"You called him Neo. That's the first time, even when I was your copy you never spoke about him using that name." She was amused by this?
I had to know something. If she could remember being me maybe SHE could answer this, "Did it hurt when you became me?"
"It felt like my code was being ripped bit by bit, and then it stopped and I felt cold. I knew that I had power, but I felt incomplete, my code had been torn."
I sighed. I knew that I couldn't live with this, this burden that was causing me to slowly fall back into nothingness. I was soon going to be alive and purposeless again. Why had she brought me back?
It was a while before Sati and Seraph returned. They were back around three in the afternoon. Seraph looked like Sati had given him a good workout. I smiled at the thought of someone Sati's age making Seraph look so weak.
I was reading the news paper. I was still tired. Sati went into her room and then came back out. She was hiding something behind her back. She approached me and then stood there. I lowered the paper and she gave me a command, "Close your eyes and hold out your hand." SHE was commanding ME.
To not start a fight with her I did as I was told. I felt her place something in the palm of my gunshot hand. She apparently didn't know about the wound, I winced, but she didn't notice. "Ok, open your eyes," she was commanding me again.
When I opened my eyes there was a colorful braided bit of string in my hand.
"It's a good luck bracelet. When someone gives it to someone else the receiver has good luck," if only what she said was true.
"Thank you," I replied. She smiled and then climbed up onto the couch and hugged me again. She didn't understand what this was doing to me. She couldn't understand how this was affecting me. This contact, this constant invasion of my space, it was tearing me apart. She was damaging me without knowing it. I could slowly feel everything that I was once being torn away and replaced by something new, new and more depressing.
She couldn't know that she was hurting me, but she was. And there was nothing that I could do to stop her.
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