Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've had loads of work.
Quietly drawing closer to the sleeping Program, Zephyr reached inside her long, swooping coat, as if for her gun, but as her hand touched the cold, deadly metal of it, she changed her mind.
A bullet, she thought, was merciful; she did not want Smith to feel a quick burst of pain, then dead before he even knew what was happening, she wanted him to suffer.
Oh, yes. What she had in mind would make what Neo had done to him look like God's Good Mercy.
Grinning, Zephyr stood next to him, her feet in front of his unprotected stomach, as she looked down with mingled hatred and love.
You're not really going to do this, are you? A Voice in her mind asked. Really, will you kill this man? I think not. You love him.
Yes. That was true. But she would not let that stop her. The man deserved to suffer, if he did not have a good enough reason for deserting her, she would kill him.
Then, a thought occurred to Zephyr that caused her to grin as she watched Smith sleep, and that smile was taught with Evil.
No, she thought. What I'll do to him will make him wish for the Mercy of death.
Her grin fading now, she stepped closer to him, the small stones and dirt gritting under her shoes.
She looked at him, feeling nothing but her rage now; she drew her foot back, and delivered a harsh, brutal kick to his stomach.
His eyes flew open, and they flicked around wildly, as he clutched at his stomach and gasped for breath. At last, as she drew back, into the glassy moonlight filtering in from where there had once been a window, Smith's eyes settled on her.
He froze, and Zephyr grinned her Evil grin again.
"Ka is not your friend, Smith. It has brought me to you, and now you will suffer."
He sat up slowly, regarding her with large, frightened eyes, and said nothing.
"You could still live." Zephyr said mildly. "But you would have to be very convincing, for you have stepped out of Ka's hands and into mine. I will decide, and if you explain a lie, you will die, but before you do, you will pray to the Gods many times that they take you from the agony."
Finally, Smith spoke up, in a tired, injured voice.
"I was afraid." He said simply. "I have often spoken of my hatred for the human race, saying they are a Virus, which I still believe, so when I started experiencing... feelings, I was obviously horrified. I thought that, if I got away from you, I could stop the horrid feelings I was having."
Zephyr looked down at him, her face a picture of fury and rancid disgust, and before she spoke her hateful words, she stepped closer to Smith, and spat in his face.
"You are a disgrace." She hissed. "To kill you would be a Mercy, and such a creature as you does not deserve Mercy. Pray for you goddamn A.I Soul, Smith, for I shall do Ka's bidding with great pleasure."