He Writes Too

They had brought over Shadow's dad's toolbox over, to try and fix the TV. Shadow and Squishy sat on the couch, staring across from them, watching Smith and Glitch fixing it.

"It's an old TV. I've never even heard of the brand. 'Deep Image.'" Glitch said, peering into the inside of it.

That's Glitch. Always trying to see what makes something work, then make it work better.

Smith kneels on the other side of the TV, a screwdriver in his hand. He was made from machines, he fought with machines, and now just to spite him, a machine refused to work.

It was one of those days where nothing happened, and there was nothing to talk about. A slow day, where you just wait until the next day. Nothing happened at school, nothing happened at home.

Squishy sat silent, doing his math homework for a change, after borrowing Shadow's calculator...again.

And Shadow stared at Smith, wondering what to write when she stays up until three in the morning, without her dad knowing. Staring at the man in the suit, sitting on the floor.

The boys were never as fascinated by Agents, by Smith as she was. People now a days are taught just as they were before, to hate the Agents, and be careful of the machines. But she...she scares her mother wearing that suit, and it causes much arguing. She was the one that made the boys think about Smith, think about him like she did. She was the one that made it clear, she liked Agents. Then she'd get hit, and the boys would stand back.

How she would spend the nights with her computer, going every little detail that is know about Agents, and Smith.

And now, there he was, sitting in front of her like it was nothing. And she sat there too, as if it was nothing. But it wasn't. She was now everything she wanted to be, a girl that made Smith better. And if it wasn't strange, she'd scream into the pillow right next to her, and hug him. But that would be strange.

Smith looked at her, with those blue eyes that amazed her, as if it were nothing. But it wasn't. There they were, three kids, that were best friends with Smith. Smith, the Smith that ruled the world.

The Smith that would listen to them with so much curiosity. The Smith that remembered their birthdays, and would answer all their questions, no matter how personal or stupid. The Smith that laughed, and played poker with them. Smith that smiled.

And they sat there, bored, as if it were nothing.

"This rocks." Shadow said.

They all stared at her for a moment, wondering what she was talking about. Then Squishy nodded.

"It does." He said.

Then it's back to homework, fixing, and staring.

And Shadow's gaze turns to the bookshelf. Some were library books stolen, others their own that they had finished.

She wondered if Smith liked the books. Most of them were Science fiction, because that's all the three of them ever read. There was some stuff with machines, and some with Aliens. She remembered looking through her books, assuming Smith would like Sci-fi rather than fantasy. But he hasn't said much on it.

"Have you read all those books?" Shadow asked.

Smith looked over at the bookshelf.

"Yes." He said simply.

"Really?" Glitch seemed surprised.

"That's a lot of books." Squishy said.

"You need more complicated books, huh Smith?" Shadow said.

"Well...It's not like those books inspired me." Smith said.

"You should read Shadow's stuff!" Squishy yelled.

"No!"

Everyone looked at Shadow.

"I mean...Uh..." Shadow stuttered.

"Why don't you wish for me to read your work, Shadow?" Smith asked.

"Uh...Squishy I hate you." Shadow said.

"What!? It's pretty good!"

"I don't want Smith to read my stuff, with Smith...doing things..." Shadow said, looking away from Smith.

"Things?" Smith tilted his head.

"Yeah, like one time she wrote you raised your..." Glitch started.

"If you finish that sentence I swear to god that baby picture of you is going on every website I know!" Shadow yelled pointing at him.

"What are you writing about me?" Smith looked at her.

"Uh..."

"Tell him!" Squishy said.

"Don't you dare! I got stuff on you too, Matt!" Shadow yelled at him.

"She gave you a daughter, two lovers, and a lot of angst!" Squishy yelled.

Then it was silent, as Shadow stared at him. That's when something snapped.

"I'm going to kill you!" Shadow yelled.

Shadow lunged for Squishy, grabbing him by the throat, and choking him. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and tried to push her away. Shadow held tightly to him.

But then Smith grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her away.

All the while, Glitch just sat there laughing.

"Let me at him! Let him at him!" Shadow yelled.

"Ms. Catt, lovers?" Smith said, restraining her.

Shadow froze.

"Uh..." Was all she could say.

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He always knew she wrote, knew she was good. Just...not about him in such detail and...such.

"Look, I'm only 13 I leave the more...complicated stuff to the older fangirls." Shadow explained. "It's not as bad as you think."

"Yeah, it's worse."

"Squishy!" Shadow kicked him.

Glitch started holding back a laugh, and Squishy stared at him with all the hatred he could.

"Shut up." Squishy said to Glitch.

"So tell me about this daughter, again." Smith said.

"That one is really good!" Squishy said.

"Shut up!" Shadow kicked him again.

"What? I didn't do anything!" Squishy yelled.

"So far everything you've said has turned out bad for me, so...You can't talk anymore!" Shadow yelled.

Smith started laughing.

"I'm not telling you anything else!" Shadow yelled at Smith.

"Don't make me interrogate you, Ms. Catt." Smith said, grinning.

"Aw crap." Glitch said, with Squishy nodding.

"I know methods...You can't even imagine of the interrogation...It comes from years and years...of practice." Smith spoke slowly, like an Agent again.

And Shadow stood there, watching Smith stand up and walk closer to her. And suddenly she remembered watching the interrogation of Neo for history class. Smith couldn't hurt her...right? He wouldn't dare, the little girl that had a crush on him, he wouldn't touch her.

But he was still Smith right? The Virus the Agent?

"Won't you tell me...?" Smith asked.

Then he put his hand across her face, and gently pulled her black hair out of her eyes, and just stared at her with those beautiful blue eyes.

"Ah!" Shadow jumped back. "Oh God! Oh God!" She started rubbing her arms around herself, as if trying to get clean again.

And Smith and the boys broke out laughing.

"Good one, Smith!" Squishy yelled.

"That was awesome!"

"See? I know how to make a joke." Smith said, looking at Shadow.

"I thought you wanted that, Shadow!" Squishy yelled.

Shadow stopped, and put her hand on her cheek where Smith had touched her.

"Let's do it again!" Shadow yelled.

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"You know he writes too." Shadow said.

Everyone had returned the couch and to fixing the broken television.

"Who?" Smith asked.

"Brownie." Shadow smiled.

"Who?" Smith raised an eyebrow.

"She means Agent Brown. That's what she calls him." Glitch said, peering up from the insides of the television.

"Jonesy and Brownie." Squishy said.

"Well, Brown is the small cute one, right? Small like a Brownie." Shadow explained herself.

"Cute?" Smith repeated.

"Yes cute! He's cute!"

"This is what we put up with. Every. Single. Day." Squishy said.

"He's a writer. New York's best seller for a book on Agents." Shadow said.

Smith started paying attention.

"Really? Brown a writer...That seems right." Smith smiled.

"I forget what the book is called, but he talks about you very fondly. The book itself has caused a lot of arguing. How could an Agent write books, how could an Agent feel like they do. But everyone is still reading it." Shadow said.

Former Agent Brown was a writer. Smith remembered Brown, and it made perfect sense. He was always the more...observant quiet Agent. He probably knew much more than Smith ever gave him credit for.

"Where are those two now?" Smith asked.

"They live in New York." Glitch said.

"Yeah, they live together, Brown writes, and Jones is a producer."

"Those two, you could never separate them. After all, it really was just them two besides me." Smith said.

"I'll bring the book tomorrow for you." Shadow said.

"Hey Smith." Squishy asked.

"Yes?"

"She made me read it, and well...It says Brown and Jones went into Exile and found you." Squishy said.

Squishy looked and Shadow, and she looked away.

"What happened?" Squishy finally asked.

Smith frowned, and turned back to the television.

"I killed them. Copied them." Smith said.

And everyone was quiet for a moment.

"Brown didn't say that." Shadow said. "He wrote that 'Smith pushed us away, because just like before, he didn't need us. And it was black for a long time.' That's all he said."

That wasn't true. He killed them. Smith knew what he did. He looked them straight in the eye as the smiled at him, so happy that they found him. They were so proud of themselves surviving without him. They were so proud they were able to deal with those emotions in Exile. They were so happy. Brown was the one that jumped towards him, smiling, so happy to see their leader again.

Then Smith did it. He lunged his hand into Brown and copied him. Jones stood in horror, and attacked him in the anger Jones always kept inside. And then Jones was copied.

That was the first time, the first sign Smith was a virus.

Jones and Brown were the first to fall, and the first to become his copies.

"They would never forgive me." Smith said.

"They already have. They miss you, Smith." Shadow said.

Then it was black for a long time.

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Next Chapter: School Sucks

Just a little chapter on my friends and I at school. More of my friends will be introduced, and there will be a new kid.

And if Smith were real I wouldn't want him reading my stuff, Hugo yes, Smith no...