Disclaimer: I don't own any of the matrix.
A/N: Again, sorry for the wait...I really have been busy, but I promise my updates will be more frequent.
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CHAPTER THREE - WANDERING....WONDERING
Smith walked aimlessly throughout the streets of the matrix, the chilling cold sending a shiver up his spine as he ploughed through the puddles that littered the deserted streets that so many had once inhabited. He was the reason there was as good as no-one left, he had infected millions, he was human back then, but he had only just realized it now. He was taken over by greed.
Smith snarled, and turned down a random corner, in search of shelter and maybe even warmth.
"Hey, you!." a voice called.
Smith didn't turn around, he carried on pacing slowly, but not with his usual controlled grace.
"Hey!." The person who wanted Smith's attention grabbed him harshly by the shoulder and turned Smith's face towards his own.
"What?." Smith said, without looking up.
"Gimme all yo' money!. Do it!."
"I don't have any..now leave me alone." he snarled, whipping the man's hand from his shoulder whilst giving him an icy stare with his azure eyes.
"Don't fuckin' lie to me, I know you got money..jus' look at you, you walkin' the streets wearin' some fuckin' expensive suit!. Now, gimme all yo' money!."
'..this is why I despise the human race. Nothing but an infection. What is their purpose?. They have none. But....Iam human now. That means, I have no purpose....'
The man went to search Smith's pocket, when he grabbed the man's hand and twisted it as hard as he could.
Smith prayed he still had some of his strength left, if he didn't, then he was a dead man.
The man shrieked out and the sound of something breaking echoed throughout the darkness. He fell to the ground, grasping his hand, his face grimacing, as his hand shook, blood dripping from the bone that was now on the exterior of his hand. The man's gasps were filled with pain, and fear, as he picked himself off the floor, still holding his ruined hand, and he ran, fast as his shock-ridden legs could carry him.
Smith stood looking in front of him, he was shocked at himself, he looked down at his hands, and grasped them slightly, grinning slightly to myself.
He felt stronger now, he felt like he was returning to his normal self , the great Agent Smith. Even though he knew that he would never be an agent again, but he was glad for that fact, he had always hated it, he was no more free as an agent than the coppertops who think that the matrix is real, not knowing the truth, he was as trapped as they are. He was free then, he had had it all then, but now he didn't.
Smith felt the strength dissolving from him, as the tiredness and hunger raged through him, Smith had been fooling himself, he had almost forgotten how much more human the Mainframe had made him, how the questions he asked still went without the answers he craved, the peace of mind that he craved. How, yet again, he wasn't free, because of him, Mr.Anderson....Neo.
He collapsed under a sheltered area, trying to feel the heat of the building he was leaning against, and to his suprize, he drifted off, but the questions still buzzed, plauging his dreams.
A/N: Again, sorry for the wait...I really have been busy, but I promise my updates will be more frequent.
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CHAPTER THREE - WANDERING....WONDERING
Smith walked aimlessly throughout the streets of the matrix, the chilling cold sending a shiver up his spine as he ploughed through the puddles that littered the deserted streets that so many had once inhabited. He was the reason there was as good as no-one left, he had infected millions, he was human back then, but he had only just realized it now. He was taken over by greed.
Smith snarled, and turned down a random corner, in search of shelter and maybe even warmth.
"Hey, you!." a voice called.
Smith didn't turn around, he carried on pacing slowly, but not with his usual controlled grace.
"Hey!." The person who wanted Smith's attention grabbed him harshly by the shoulder and turned Smith's face towards his own.
"What?." Smith said, without looking up.
"Gimme all yo' money!. Do it!."
"I don't have any..now leave me alone." he snarled, whipping the man's hand from his shoulder whilst giving him an icy stare with his azure eyes.
"Don't fuckin' lie to me, I know you got money..jus' look at you, you walkin' the streets wearin' some fuckin' expensive suit!. Now, gimme all yo' money!."
'..this is why I despise the human race. Nothing but an infection. What is their purpose?. They have none. But....Iam human now. That means, I have no purpose....'
The man went to search Smith's pocket, when he grabbed the man's hand and twisted it as hard as he could.
Smith prayed he still had some of his strength left, if he didn't, then he was a dead man.
The man shrieked out and the sound of something breaking echoed throughout the darkness. He fell to the ground, grasping his hand, his face grimacing, as his hand shook, blood dripping from the bone that was now on the exterior of his hand. The man's gasps were filled with pain, and fear, as he picked himself off the floor, still holding his ruined hand, and he ran, fast as his shock-ridden legs could carry him.
Smith stood looking in front of him, he was shocked at himself, he looked down at his hands, and grasped them slightly, grinning slightly to myself.
He felt stronger now, he felt like he was returning to his normal self , the great Agent Smith. Even though he knew that he would never be an agent again, but he was glad for that fact, he had always hated it, he was no more free as an agent than the coppertops who think that the matrix is real, not knowing the truth, he was as trapped as they are. He was free then, he had had it all then, but now he didn't.
Smith felt the strength dissolving from him, as the tiredness and hunger raged through him, Smith had been fooling himself, he had almost forgotten how much more human the Mainframe had made him, how the questions he asked still went without the answers he craved, the peace of mind that he craved. How, yet again, he wasn't free, because of him, Mr.Anderson....Neo.
He collapsed under a sheltered area, trying to feel the heat of the building he was leaning against, and to his suprize, he drifted off, but the questions still buzzed, plauging his dreams.