Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: Just a few notes. Those of you, who have read the instalment of Stephen King's Dark Tower series called Wizard and Glass, will be familiar with the phrase charyou tree, and its translation. I never planned to steal that phrase, but the character of Zephyr has been inspired by said Dark Tower series, and so I thought it fit at the time. Also, sorry for the shortness of the chapter... longer chapters will come... this is building towards something, a big something, but what that is, I don't even know yet.
"Go on, then." Smith said, looking at her calmly. "Kill if you will. If it is Ka, as you think it is, nothing could stop you."
"Yes. Very wise to just accept your fate, because it will come whether you accept it or not." Zephyr replied coldly, and bent down in front of Smith as he sat there in the dust, looking at her calmly, and without fear.
Go on, then. A Voice advised her. Kill him. What, exactly, are you waiting for? The coming of time? The Wolves of the Calla? What?
Be gone, whatever you are. She thought absently, and reached out towards Smith, yanking roughly at the collar of his shirt, indicating that she wanted him to stand.
Saying nothing, still regarding him with a blue gaze that was absent of fear, or anything, Smith rose. His gaze was blank, without emotion. In that moment, Smith looked like the all-destroying Agent he had once been.
"Say your prayers, Smith. Say them quick. Whatever God's there may be will not pity you, they will not spare you your penance of Eternal hell, but pray, just the same. There are worse things than the agony stretching into Eternity."
When Smith said nothing, Zephyr laughed harshly and drew her knife from where had been residing, in a scabbard on her right ankle, and approached him with it.
Muttering a prayer that came before any sacrifice in the Lore of her hometown, Zephyr whispered; "Charyou tree."
Death for you, life for my crop. Zephyr thought as she looked at Smith critically, preparing to drive the blade of her knife into his stomach, puncturing it, but something was holding her back.
"Can't you do it?" Smith enquired mockingly. "Maybe it is not Ka for me to die, maybe it is Ka for you to find out you have lost the heart to kill the innocent."
"Innocent!" Zephyr cried, furious. "I've never killed anyone innocent in my entire life! Every damned person, daemon or dabukk whoever fell before me had it coming! Not one of that filth had a breath of innocent life in their god-for-saken shells!"
Her self-control gone, and an all consuming rage filling her mind, filling every inch of her, Zephyr charged at him, unaware on any sane level of what she was doing, and she drove her knife into his stomach, doing more than puncturing, it ripped, tore, and mutilated, and Smith dropped like a stone as blood started to spill from the wound in a sinister, killing torrent.