AUTHOR: Sailor Nova
TITLE: The Matrix: Full Throttle
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing! The Matrix, Agents Smith, Jones and Brown, Neo, Trinity and Morpheus are all owned by The Wachowski brothers and Warner Brothers films. Anthony/thin man, Dylan, Natalie, Alex, Charlie, Bosley, etc. all belong to their owners.
In other words, I own none of these characters!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I got the idea for this story because I really love Agent Smith and Anthony and wondered what would happen if they were to be in a fight? Who would win? So, I asked a few people's opinions and then came up with my own solution! I hope it makes everyone happy, Smith fans as well as Anthony fans! Yeah, leave it to me to come up with a crazy idea like this! I even did a pic of the two of them in sort of a fighting position for my computer wallpaper! I love it! Please read and review! And tell your friends to, also!
Agent Smith stood looking out the window and at the night sky. The sky was filled with stars but he didn't see their beauty, he only saw HIM. The one who had up to now eluded him at every turn. He knew he was out there, somewhere, looking at the same sky. He lived for the night and the darkness and anonymity that came with it. It was his world, the world of assassins! Upon which their world could flourish. His name was unknown but the ones who loved him knew him as Anthony, named after St. Anthony the healer of mutes. A silent, tall, thin man with a love for swords, cigarettes and hair. He also had a love that thankfully Agent Smith knew nothing about and that was for a certain red-headed woman named Dylan. Smith knew nothing about love. He could feel emotions but he had never felt love. As a matter of fact, he thought that love was insipid! He thought it was somehow disgusting and not worth his time. As an agent of the system his time was spent hunting down rebels who would destroy the illusion of the Matrix by telling others that the world was a lie and that they were used as living batteries for a machine ran world. Smith sighed. He wondered if Morpheus had gotten to Anthony yet. He knew that it was just a matter of time. Morpheus was always searching for "The One" who was prophesized to save the humans from the machines. This...Anthony might just be him, the One. Smith thought back to when they had first crossed paths...
The agents had been told rebels had a camp set up in the hills under the guise of a traveling Romanian circus. That night Anthony had a talk with his parents. They told him that he was finally old enough to know the family secret! Anthony was so excited! Of course back then, he wasn't known as Anthony, he was Nicoli. A name that he never wanted to hear again because it brought back all the pain from that night. He listened to his parents story about how this world was like a dream and that in a dream you can do practically anything because you're not bound by the rules! You can jump really long distances, break bricks, bend steel and even fly! The world was a lie so people would be slaves to machines. It was fantastic, hard to believe even for a seven year old! Then, everyone ran around screaming and then he heard shots being fired! The enemy has come! They hid under a wagon with a tarp over it. Anthony could see who it was now! There were three of them. Men dressed in dark suits and sunglasses carrying guns and shooting everyone they seen. Then they headed towards where they were hiding. Anthony's parents made him promise to never tell anyone about the family secret or else the bad men would come and kill Anthony and anyone he had told! They then ran out and tried to fight the men but they were killed. Then one of the men said to the other two, "Burn everything to the ground." Anthony watched in horror as they did just that. He managed to escape somehow and then because of the fear of being found by the men, he lived in those hills until he was found by police and taken to the orphanage where he was then raised by the nuns who gave him his new name, Anthony. He knew he could not stay with them anymore by the time he was sixteen. If he stayed, he could not protect them. He would instead leave and find a way to support them financially. He had become an assassin, a killer for hire by some trick of fate. He would kill those he knew were guilty of crimes and take their wealth for the children. If he could not free the children from this artificial world, then he would make their prison more bearable! Anthony had at first lost his voice from the shock of that horrible night, then when his voice came back, he decided that it would be wise if he never spoke again because then he would never accidentally tell someone his secret. The secret he vowed never to tell...the secret of the Matrix!
It was a beautiful day and Anthony was in Beverly Hills to meet a client. The meeting was not going too well and before he knew it, Anthony found himself in the middle of a brawl! The client's henchmen had drawn guns at Anthony and tried to shoot him but he just jumped up in the air and seemed to hover for a bit and then kicked the guns out of their hands! He hit them with kung fu moves and then went after the supposed client. He performed so many acrobatics that it was astonishing that he was not out of breath! Then the man had by now gotten to his car and left Anthony standing there with a scowl. He then heard behind him the click of guns being cocked. He turned around expecting the henchmen he had just fought. However, instead he saw three men in dark suits and sunglasses. He was at first surprised and then angry when he recognized them as the three men who had killed his parents and the others at the circus!
There they stood, looking exactly as they did then. Had they been human they would have had graying hair, baldness or at the very least a few wrinkles... but they were NOT human! Anthony started to shake...not from fear but from rage. It was Smith who broke the silence.
"Soooo, it looks like we've got ourselves another rebel but looks can be deceiving after all.." Smith paused and took off his sunglasses. "On the surface, he looks like one of them, smells..."Smith scrunched his face. "Like one of them and yet he dresses like we do." Jones and Brown looked at each other and then at Smith.
"Is that supposed to be significant?" Jones asked.
"Shouldn't we just terminate him?" Brown asked.
"No. This a rare opportunity, gentlemen. He may be a rebel but according to our records..." Smith who had never taken his eyes off Anthony, now turned and looked right at Brown and Jones. "He is still plugged into the system." Brown and Jones looked at each other again.
"Then...Morpheus has not yet freed him," Jones stated.
"That's correct, but I believe he will try and when he does..."Smith puts his sunglasses back on. "Then you will lead us to him, Mr. Anthony." Anthony looked surprised. "Oh, yes, we know who you are. I know that you escaped from us before. You...waste your talents Mr. Anthony. Killing for profit instead of a cause. We could really use someone like you on our side, Mr. Anthony, a spy who could use your talents and knowledge of the Matrix to get rid of trouble making terrorists who disrupt the order of things out of selfishness and a misguided sense of loyalty." Smith paused and looked at Jones and Brown. He then put his gun away slowly and once again took off his sunglasses. Sometimes he seemed to do this action just by sheer boredom. Brown and Jones lowered their guns but did not put them away. "So what do you say? Will you work for us? With us? Since money seems to be all you care about, then this should not be a problem. We will pay you large amounts of money and in return...you get us Morpheus and the other rebels and finally, Zion itself." Smith cocked his head sideways first to the left and then to the right. He was trying to determine if Anthony was going to take the offer. He found instead that Anthony is hard to read. He hadn't said a word and except for the anger all too apparent on his face, Anthony did not move or make any gestures the whole time. A few minutes went by and Anthony still said and did nothing. It would have been awkward for a human but Smith was not. "Did you hear me, Mr. Anthony?" Anthony slowly nodded yes. "And do you have an anwser for us?" Once again Anthony slowly nodded yes, only this time he had a smile on his face. He was still scowling, so he looked extremely creepy and had Smith been human he would probably have had a small shudder run up and down his spine at this point. However, Smith did not and he continued as though nothing were wrong. "And what would that answer be, Mr. Anthony?" Anthony paused only to look each agent in the face and then, still smiling that ghoulish grin, he gave them the finger. Brown and Jones raised their guns back up and Smith reached in his jacket pocket. He sighed and nodded his head in disappointment. "Too bad. I was hoping you'd cooperate with us...but either way, you will still get us Morpheus." Smith pulled out a cigarette case that contained not cigarettes but some kind of tiny bug-like mechanism. Anthony took a step backwards, fists clenched and his scowl back on his face. The agents closed in on him and he jumped up and backwards and pulled his sword out from his cane which he had dropped earlier in his fight with the henchmen, so it had been out of sight from the agents. Not on purpose though, since he didn't know they were coming. He screamed and swung his sword at them. For once the agents weren't ready for such an attack and they fell backwards. Jones got cut on the hand and the bug Smith had in his grip had also been damaged. Each agent in turn fought Anthony, one after the other. It looked like noone was getting the upperhand and then Anthony ran up a wall did a backflip and ran his sword right through Smith! Then Smith being a program imposed upon a person, vanished and in his place was a very badly wounded FBI agent, gasping what would probably be his last breaths. Anthony managed to get to his sports car and watched as Smith took over a guy who by chance happened to be walking around the corner, making a delivery to a store. Jones and Brown stood there looking back at forth at each other, then to the corpse at their feet and finally to Smith. Smith walked up to them as though nothing had happened. The three of them watched as Anthony, with a smirk, drove away. "Make no doubt about it, gentlemen...I WILL get Mr. Anthony. Oh, yes, he will be mine." Then Smith cracked his neck and the three of them turned and left. None of them seen the figure that had been watching and listening to the whole thing.
TO BE CONTINUED...SO HOW DO YOU LIKE IT SO FAR? Please review!