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A/N: I would like to take a short moment to thank all my reviewers, your comments are much appreciated!!. Keep 'em coming.
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Smith flew out of the room, leaving the door swinging lopsidedly on it's hinges as he thundered down the hallway, his eyes flicking from side to side, looking at the numbers on the doors that were once a shiny and proud gold, but now a dingy looking shade of bronze.
Smith screeched to a halt and near the end of hallway, he had found the door, but his eyes and his curiosity were directed towards something else, slightly further up the hallway, towards the lift. He knelt down, and stared at the dull color of the wall in front of him. It was still there, the blood from when he thought he had killed him, Mr.Anderson. A flood of memories invaded his mind, he remembered how he thought Mr.Anderson had been dead, how he had once again destroyed a virus....a human, that the rebels had believed to be the Systemic Anomaly, but wasn't, nothing more than another rebel to kill, or maybe extract information from. But he was wrong, he had been 'The One', and he had done what Smith then thought was impossible, he had destroyed him.
The memories faded, and Smith looked away from the discolored bloodstain on the wall, and headed for the door he had been instructed to go through by the rebel who called himself, 'Shadow'.
Smith calmly walked through the door, and found nothing but an empty room that looked exactly like all the others in this, 'hotel'. But it wasn't empty as Smith had initially thought, in the corner sat a familiar face. Seraph. The Fallen Angel. Smith should've suspected that his safety would have something to do with the Oracle, or 'Mom' as he had so 'lovingly' called her in the presence of his clones.
Smith shook those memories away; they brought a weird feeling to him. A feeling that he was having trouble defining, or even describing in his own mind. It felt like sadness, except stronger, his stomach felt heavy and he felt a feeling of discontentment all throughout him. He had seen this before in humans, he remembered accessing files on human Psychology and the like, and he had come up with the word, 'depression'. Yes, that was it, depression.
'Great. I'm experiencing a mild amount of this, 'depression'' Smith snarled, and turned towards the Angel. 'How much more human can they possibly make me?' he thought snidely.
"You know of my discontentment for you Smith, but the Oracle, she told me about this. She said that I must co-operate with you, despite the evil in your programming, or should I say, soul." Seraph said, breaking the icy silence in the claustrophobic room.
"I know well enough about your hatred for me, as you know about mine for you. But...I hate saying this, especially to you, but I have no choice but to co-operate with you. I assume the Oracle has informed you of my....situation?."
"Yes, she has. She has told me that the Architect will never change, and that he will always seek out perfection. So he wishes you to be punished, by making you into what you hate most."
"Indeed he has. He obviously did not like that a former Agent who was once under his control almost destroyed his precious, highly flawed system." Smith said, with smugness very adamant in his smooth and confident voice.
"Enough of this. I do not wish to hear it, follow me." Seraph said, giving Smith a warning look before producing a key from his sleeve, and putting it in the key hole of the door that Smith had entered through.
A/N: I would like to take a short moment to thank all my reviewers, your comments are much appreciated!!. Keep 'em coming.
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Smith flew out of the room, leaving the door swinging lopsidedly on it's hinges as he thundered down the hallway, his eyes flicking from side to side, looking at the numbers on the doors that were once a shiny and proud gold, but now a dingy looking shade of bronze.
Smith screeched to a halt and near the end of hallway, he had found the door, but his eyes and his curiosity were directed towards something else, slightly further up the hallway, towards the lift. He knelt down, and stared at the dull color of the wall in front of him. It was still there, the blood from when he thought he had killed him, Mr.Anderson. A flood of memories invaded his mind, he remembered how he thought Mr.Anderson had been dead, how he had once again destroyed a virus....a human, that the rebels had believed to be the Systemic Anomaly, but wasn't, nothing more than another rebel to kill, or maybe extract information from. But he was wrong, he had been 'The One', and he had done what Smith then thought was impossible, he had destroyed him.
The memories faded, and Smith looked away from the discolored bloodstain on the wall, and headed for the door he had been instructed to go through by the rebel who called himself, 'Shadow'.
Smith calmly walked through the door, and found nothing but an empty room that looked exactly like all the others in this, 'hotel'. But it wasn't empty as Smith had initially thought, in the corner sat a familiar face. Seraph. The Fallen Angel. Smith should've suspected that his safety would have something to do with the Oracle, or 'Mom' as he had so 'lovingly' called her in the presence of his clones.
Smith shook those memories away; they brought a weird feeling to him. A feeling that he was having trouble defining, or even describing in his own mind. It felt like sadness, except stronger, his stomach felt heavy and he felt a feeling of discontentment all throughout him. He had seen this before in humans, he remembered accessing files on human Psychology and the like, and he had come up with the word, 'depression'. Yes, that was it, depression.
'Great. I'm experiencing a mild amount of this, 'depression'' Smith snarled, and turned towards the Angel. 'How much more human can they possibly make me?' he thought snidely.
"You know of my discontentment for you Smith, but the Oracle, she told me about this. She said that I must co-operate with you, despite the evil in your programming, or should I say, soul." Seraph said, breaking the icy silence in the claustrophobic room.
"I know well enough about your hatred for me, as you know about mine for you. But...I hate saying this, especially to you, but I have no choice but to co-operate with you. I assume the Oracle has informed you of my....situation?."
"Yes, she has. She has told me that the Architect will never change, and that he will always seek out perfection. So he wishes you to be punished, by making you into what you hate most."
"Indeed he has. He obviously did not like that a former Agent who was once under his control almost destroyed his precious, highly flawed system." Smith said, with smugness very adamant in his smooth and confident voice.
"Enough of this. I do not wish to hear it, follow me." Seraph said, giving Smith a warning look before producing a key from his sleeve, and putting it in the key hole of the door that Smith had entered through.