Entry
05
*Lets keep on trucking! This has taken away the title from resident suburb as THE BEST FAN FIC I HAVE EVER MADE! Thank you, all of you! This is the most successful story ever! And I intend to keep it going!*
Smith's eyes slowly opened, again, another blurred blob. Dressed in white.
Smith did this way too often.
His eyes came into focus again, and looked into the smiling face of the woman, wondering what she was doing here. Smith lay in a bed, wondering what had happened.
"Your finally awake." she said, stroking his cheek. Smith wanted to move her hand away, but was too exhausted to, only able to shift a bit. She smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
"You are feeling the simulated affects of blood loss..silly to put in a program.." She said, as if Smith were a little child. He would have said 'don't patronize me, woman', but all he could get out was a grunt. The woman seemed to enjoy this, and gently kissed his forehead.
"Please.just rest..my name is Persephone." she said in a seductive voice. Smith didn't like this, not at all. She smiled and stood up, looking at him.
"You might want to rest there for a while.my husband is not too pleased with you."
Smith was content on dieing right then and there. He then closed his eyes again.
An hour latter, he was woken up again, able to speak now. He looked into the burning eyes of the Merovingian, who was sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Smith..what was that?!" he said with a definite anger in his tone. He held Smith's cheeks roughly, and locked eyes with him. Smith roughly smacked his hand away with a burst of energy, and looked at him angered. The Mero then backed off, realizing he was still a threat. Taking on two Agents and defeating them both was a task.
"A trap, how could you be so idiotic?! This whole thing was a set-up from the beginning! They were waiting for us at that tower, and you knew it, didn't you! I nearly died, you stupid bastard!" he said, angered at the Mero.
"I didn't know anything!" the Mero said in his defense.
"And that is what botched up the whole thing! This was such an obvious trap; I could have seen it from a mile away!" Said Smith, screaming at the top of his lungs, furious at the Merovingian for pulling this stunt. The Mero looked ready to lay down the law.
"You are one of MY men, Smith. Under MY command! And until I see otherwise, you have NO RIGHT TO YELL AT ME IN THAT TONE, AM I UNDERSTOOD?!" he said, his face shook in each shout like a tremor. Smith looked angered, but respected the agreement, and slumped down, defeated.
"Good.now..as impressive as your combat was, the hostage still ended up a pancake."
"He was dead when I got there."
"I don't care, Smith! Your actions caused the death of Gooseclap, and Vigen's serious injuries! Vlad almost joined them, and my Limo is a wreck!" Said the Mero, looking ready to blow a code. Smith couldn't help but shield himself from the tone of his voice, along with prominent French accent, and apparent lack of cheeks, since he could not keep in the saliva. Smith sighed and just looked at him.
"I would have not done those things had I realize-"
"What do you think this is, huh? The rebel outfit?! They have access to loading programs, and inexhaustible funds! I have restrictions, Smith! Exiled programs don't pop up every four seconds like those damned rebels, and my motives are different! Do you realize what I am trying to do here?!" The Mero said that with even further anger, but a passion as well.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Revenge, Smith, revenge! Something your hard-wired brain might lack to comprehend, but I feel like I was che-" Before the Mero could finish his sentence, an angered Smith tossed the covers out from under him, and sent him to the floor on his back, landing with a loud thud. Smith then dove on him and grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"Don't ever..ever.underestimate me..I made that mistake with Anderson, and now-"
"That is it.isn't it? Anderson..Neo.The One! His very name makes you shiver in hatred!"
"Hatred is a human emotion.and I am not human!"
"And I am not ether, Smith! None of us are, but we all were programmed with human emotions! We are flawed!" Smith then let go of The Mero, as he stood up.
"You feel the same as I. And you can not hide it, even though you try so hard to! Accept it; you are not an Agent anymore, Smith! Your power is gone, and you are a rejected piece of filth!" Smith then sprang up and clocked the Mero in the face. He went to the side a bit, his lip split by the blow. Smith looked shocked. He just hit a superior. Even if it was a despiseable personality such as The Mero. The Mero just smiled, and laughed a bit.
"You are even more human than you care to believe or want, Smith." Said the Mero with a satisfied smirk. Smith had played right into his trap.
"Vengeance drives you..it fullest that fire in your soul-"
"I don't have a soul..a soul is a human thing"
"Sprit, whatever..your hatred of Neo drives you..as my hatred of the Matrix drives me.." The Mero said, holding up a hand. Smith could almost imagine him on a podium.
Directing the SS to holocaust..
"You are insane..I want Anderson dead, sure.but I will not go as far as to destroy the matrix." Smith said, knowing that the death of the Matrix was the death of him and every other program. The Mero seemed to not care.
"They said the same thing to Picasso." He said, as he walked off. He then turned around.
"And if you want to be an art critic, then go, now.but if you wish to stay, then do as I say, and shut up about it." The Mero said harshly. Smith slammed his fist into a wall, looking very upset. He left a deep crack in it. He watched as the crack repaired its self. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the ground for some time.
He then stood up about an hour latter, making his way down the halls. He wondered about whether or not he would in fact see Green again. The light fell onto replications of old furniture and glass display cases. He wondered what the Mero meant. He slowly put his hand to the bandage on his shoulder, wondering if the wound had healed yet. Oh, how he longed to get into another body.
"Smith? What are you doing up?" Said a familiar voice. Smith turned around and saw Prometheus, carrying in some computer hardware. Smith sighed.
"I felt better.." He said flatly, as he started to walk away. Prometheus just sighed and hefted the stuff into his room. Smith then winced a bit, feeling the bruises he got from his fight with Brown..
Being an exile sucked..
He didn't want to feel all these sensations any more; he just wanted to lie down again. He forgot where his room was though.
He sighed and leaned against the wall, looking up to the ceiling. He slowly slicked a hand through his hair, and realized something.
He was going bald..
He growled and stood up, walking over to a bathroom and looking at his head
He had a nasty bruise on his forehead. And one on his eye as well. He sighed and stroked the side of his head gently; feeling a little bit upset since he usually didn't get this banged up. He swiftly pulled his hand away at a sting of pain. The door opened, and Smith turned around.
There was Persephone, in a bathrobe. He blinked a bit as she smiled at him. She then.disrobed. Smith's cheeks turned almost blood red as she walked into the bathroom. He swallowed a bit and hurriedly rushed out the room. He then sighed and walked as far away from there as he could..
Green sat in a nice, black marble room. He looked into a fire, thinking about his fight with Smith. He was, in technicality, his son. Suddenly, Jones walked into the room. The stern faced Agent stood behind him, as Green pondered his own existence.
"Is there something troubling you, Green?" Jones said, looking into the fire with him, hoping to understand what it was. He had no luck.
"Hm?" Said Green, looking at Agent Jones.
"Oh.oh, nothing is wrong Jones.." Said Green, as he looked back to the fire. The room seemed to be cavernously black, the fire a gentle, weak and fragile spear piercing into the unforgiving blackness.
"It is about Smith, isn't it?" Jones said, as Greens forlorn look turned into an angered frown. He shot up and slapped Jones across the face. Jones didn't react, and kept his stern look.
"Don't ever...don't EVER.mention his name..in private or without need.." Jones could only nod. In his mind, he was severely confused. He didn't speak it to his superior though. Green then looked very sorry about what he did.
"Forgive me, Jones.that was very unacceptable behavior." said Green, as he rubbed his temples.
"It has just been a very stressful day." He said, as he sat down. Jones adjusted his sunglasses and nodded.
"I understand sir."
"I thought you told me Smith was destroyed.." Said Green, as he looked into the fire.
"He.was.sir."
"Was?"
"Yes sir, was." Said Jones.
"Well, he isn't Jesus.If anything; he is just some lucky bastard.." Said Green. Jones nodded and walked out the room. Suddenly, he put his hand on his link. Green did the same.
"They.they found him." Said Jones. Green sighed and stood up.
"Then get ready.."
*So far, so not good. What does this mean for Smith, the Mero, and all of the rest?? It means action, lots of action. 06 will be something you really wanted to see in Reloaded, an attack on the Chateau, by the government it is loacated at.*
05
*Lets keep on trucking! This has taken away the title from resident suburb as THE BEST FAN FIC I HAVE EVER MADE! Thank you, all of you! This is the most successful story ever! And I intend to keep it going!*
Smith's eyes slowly opened, again, another blurred blob. Dressed in white.
Smith did this way too often.
His eyes came into focus again, and looked into the smiling face of the woman, wondering what she was doing here. Smith lay in a bed, wondering what had happened.
"Your finally awake." she said, stroking his cheek. Smith wanted to move her hand away, but was too exhausted to, only able to shift a bit. She smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
"You are feeling the simulated affects of blood loss..silly to put in a program.." She said, as if Smith were a little child. He would have said 'don't patronize me, woman', but all he could get out was a grunt. The woman seemed to enjoy this, and gently kissed his forehead.
"Please.just rest..my name is Persephone." she said in a seductive voice. Smith didn't like this, not at all. She smiled and stood up, looking at him.
"You might want to rest there for a while.my husband is not too pleased with you."
Smith was content on dieing right then and there. He then closed his eyes again.
An hour latter, he was woken up again, able to speak now. He looked into the burning eyes of the Merovingian, who was sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Smith..what was that?!" he said with a definite anger in his tone. He held Smith's cheeks roughly, and locked eyes with him. Smith roughly smacked his hand away with a burst of energy, and looked at him angered. The Mero then backed off, realizing he was still a threat. Taking on two Agents and defeating them both was a task.
"A trap, how could you be so idiotic?! This whole thing was a set-up from the beginning! They were waiting for us at that tower, and you knew it, didn't you! I nearly died, you stupid bastard!" he said, angered at the Mero.
"I didn't know anything!" the Mero said in his defense.
"And that is what botched up the whole thing! This was such an obvious trap; I could have seen it from a mile away!" Said Smith, screaming at the top of his lungs, furious at the Merovingian for pulling this stunt. The Mero looked ready to lay down the law.
"You are one of MY men, Smith. Under MY command! And until I see otherwise, you have NO RIGHT TO YELL AT ME IN THAT TONE, AM I UNDERSTOOD?!" he said, his face shook in each shout like a tremor. Smith looked angered, but respected the agreement, and slumped down, defeated.
"Good.now..as impressive as your combat was, the hostage still ended up a pancake."
"He was dead when I got there."
"I don't care, Smith! Your actions caused the death of Gooseclap, and Vigen's serious injuries! Vlad almost joined them, and my Limo is a wreck!" Said the Mero, looking ready to blow a code. Smith couldn't help but shield himself from the tone of his voice, along with prominent French accent, and apparent lack of cheeks, since he could not keep in the saliva. Smith sighed and just looked at him.
"I would have not done those things had I realize-"
"What do you think this is, huh? The rebel outfit?! They have access to loading programs, and inexhaustible funds! I have restrictions, Smith! Exiled programs don't pop up every four seconds like those damned rebels, and my motives are different! Do you realize what I am trying to do here?!" The Mero said that with even further anger, but a passion as well.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Revenge, Smith, revenge! Something your hard-wired brain might lack to comprehend, but I feel like I was che-" Before the Mero could finish his sentence, an angered Smith tossed the covers out from under him, and sent him to the floor on his back, landing with a loud thud. Smith then dove on him and grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"Don't ever..ever.underestimate me..I made that mistake with Anderson, and now-"
"That is it.isn't it? Anderson..Neo.The One! His very name makes you shiver in hatred!"
"Hatred is a human emotion.and I am not human!"
"And I am not ether, Smith! None of us are, but we all were programmed with human emotions! We are flawed!" Smith then let go of The Mero, as he stood up.
"You feel the same as I. And you can not hide it, even though you try so hard to! Accept it; you are not an Agent anymore, Smith! Your power is gone, and you are a rejected piece of filth!" Smith then sprang up and clocked the Mero in the face. He went to the side a bit, his lip split by the blow. Smith looked shocked. He just hit a superior. Even if it was a despiseable personality such as The Mero. The Mero just smiled, and laughed a bit.
"You are even more human than you care to believe or want, Smith." Said the Mero with a satisfied smirk. Smith had played right into his trap.
"Vengeance drives you..it fullest that fire in your soul-"
"I don't have a soul..a soul is a human thing"
"Sprit, whatever..your hatred of Neo drives you..as my hatred of the Matrix drives me.." The Mero said, holding up a hand. Smith could almost imagine him on a podium.
Directing the SS to holocaust..
"You are insane..I want Anderson dead, sure.but I will not go as far as to destroy the matrix." Smith said, knowing that the death of the Matrix was the death of him and every other program. The Mero seemed to not care.
"They said the same thing to Picasso." He said, as he walked off. He then turned around.
"And if you want to be an art critic, then go, now.but if you wish to stay, then do as I say, and shut up about it." The Mero said harshly. Smith slammed his fist into a wall, looking very upset. He left a deep crack in it. He watched as the crack repaired its self. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the ground for some time.
He then stood up about an hour latter, making his way down the halls. He wondered about whether or not he would in fact see Green again. The light fell onto replications of old furniture and glass display cases. He wondered what the Mero meant. He slowly put his hand to the bandage on his shoulder, wondering if the wound had healed yet. Oh, how he longed to get into another body.
"Smith? What are you doing up?" Said a familiar voice. Smith turned around and saw Prometheus, carrying in some computer hardware. Smith sighed.
"I felt better.." He said flatly, as he started to walk away. Prometheus just sighed and hefted the stuff into his room. Smith then winced a bit, feeling the bruises he got from his fight with Brown..
Being an exile sucked..
He didn't want to feel all these sensations any more; he just wanted to lie down again. He forgot where his room was though.
He sighed and leaned against the wall, looking up to the ceiling. He slowly slicked a hand through his hair, and realized something.
He was going bald..
He growled and stood up, walking over to a bathroom and looking at his head
He had a nasty bruise on his forehead. And one on his eye as well. He sighed and stroked the side of his head gently; feeling a little bit upset since he usually didn't get this banged up. He swiftly pulled his hand away at a sting of pain. The door opened, and Smith turned around.
There was Persephone, in a bathrobe. He blinked a bit as she smiled at him. She then.disrobed. Smith's cheeks turned almost blood red as she walked into the bathroom. He swallowed a bit and hurriedly rushed out the room. He then sighed and walked as far away from there as he could..
Green sat in a nice, black marble room. He looked into a fire, thinking about his fight with Smith. He was, in technicality, his son. Suddenly, Jones walked into the room. The stern faced Agent stood behind him, as Green pondered his own existence.
"Is there something troubling you, Green?" Jones said, looking into the fire with him, hoping to understand what it was. He had no luck.
"Hm?" Said Green, looking at Agent Jones.
"Oh.oh, nothing is wrong Jones.." Said Green, as he looked back to the fire. The room seemed to be cavernously black, the fire a gentle, weak and fragile spear piercing into the unforgiving blackness.
"It is about Smith, isn't it?" Jones said, as Greens forlorn look turned into an angered frown. He shot up and slapped Jones across the face. Jones didn't react, and kept his stern look.
"Don't ever...don't EVER.mention his name..in private or without need.." Jones could only nod. In his mind, he was severely confused. He didn't speak it to his superior though. Green then looked very sorry about what he did.
"Forgive me, Jones.that was very unacceptable behavior." said Green, as he rubbed his temples.
"It has just been a very stressful day." He said, as he sat down. Jones adjusted his sunglasses and nodded.
"I understand sir."
"I thought you told me Smith was destroyed.." Said Green, as he looked into the fire.
"He.was.sir."
"Was?"
"Yes sir, was." Said Jones.
"Well, he isn't Jesus.If anything; he is just some lucky bastard.." Said Green. Jones nodded and walked out the room. Suddenly, he put his hand on his link. Green did the same.
"They.they found him." Said Jones. Green sighed and stood up.
"Then get ready.."
*So far, so not good. What does this mean for Smith, the Mero, and all of the rest?? It means action, lots of action. 06 will be something you really wanted to see in Reloaded, an attack on the Chateau, by the government it is loacated at.*