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Smith couldn't believe it.
He stood there looking as Shadow as if he'd gone insane. His thoughts whirled; his mind was a disorientating mess of thoughts and feelings. He said nothing to thank Shadow; he just stood there, staring. He almost looked as if he'd gone catatonic.
His legs gave way, and he fell on his behind with a hollow sound that made Shadow grimace.
Shadow stood in the doorway for a moment unsure of what to do. He wasn't even sure what was happening, let alone what to do about it.
"Smith" He said finally. "You okay, man?.". Shadow took a slow and cautious step forward towards the Agent, who was still sitting blankly on the floor.
Smith said nothing. His eyes stared blankly, the only movement, was his chest going up and down with his slow, steady respiration.
Oh no. Shadow thought, as his heart thudded insanely against his rib cage. He's gone... the guy is just gone. Catatonic. Brain dead. There but not there. Oh, Jesus.
Shadow stepped closer, his pulse was beating wildly across his forehead, and he felt dizziness attack him like a prowling animal. He stopped, regained control, and kneeled down in front of Smith, who still sat there, staring through him.
He clicked his fingers with frustration in front of Smith's empty gaze. Nothing.
Shadow stood up, took of his glasses, and rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers.
"Man, this is not my fucking day. This can't be happening." He muttered to himself.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?!. Man, what the fuck is this?!!. He thought as he paced the room, his pulse thumping angrily in his forehead.
"FUCK!!" Shadow yelled, throwing his glasses against the wall in his rage.
The hit the wall with a crack, and fell to the floor not that far from Smith's unmoving foot. One of the lenses had a crack jutting from on corner to the other.
"God damn it!!" He spat, picking his broken glasses up from the floor, breathing laboriously, trying desperately to calm himself down. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he mentally counted back from 10, his temper raged through his veins.
He slipped his useless shades into his pocket, and turned to Smith, who was now looking at him with eyes that had some sort of horrible intelligence.
"I never knew you cared." Smith said weakly, but with a smile on his dry and slightly cracked lips.
"What the fuck was that?!." Shadow shouted, his hand was compulsively making a fist, out stretching, making a fist. It was almost hypnotic.
"Call it shock. And that is quite a temper you have, Shadow."
"Don't patronize me you fuck!!." Shadow yelled, his lips were pulled back from his teeth, if looks could kill, Smith would be dead three times over.
Smith said nothing, only sat there, regarding him in a sharp gaze as he slowly stood up, brushing the dust from his suit as he did so.
"Why did you save me?." Smith asked, he didn't think it was wise to piss Shadow off any more, but there would be a cold day in hell before he feared a Virus.
"Why?. Fucking why?!. I'll tell you why you murdering fuck, because I know that you want to die. I know that you're so God damn pathetic and WEAK that you can't handle a little emotion, and that you wish you were dead. That's why you sadistic numb cunt."
"Shadow, calm down... I'm not being patronizing, I truly wish to know."
"Don't tell me to calm down."
"I really think you should, you are being illogical!!" Smith raised his voice almost to a shout and was surprised by the feeling of being very pissed off indeed.
"I'll show you fuckin' illogical!!" Shadow almost screamed, and pushed his gun violently against Smith's temples.
"You still wanna die, murderer?. 'Cause I'd be very glad to help you out in that area." Shadow said, his eyes looked empty. He looked crazy.
"No. I wish to help you. Please remove your weapon from my temple, Shadow." Smith was not one bit afraid, he had seen things like this before, it was just like being an Agent again.
Smith smiled at that thought.
Shadow stood there considering him for a long time, and finally removed the gun from Smith's forehead. He tucked it away, before letting himself sit heavily on the floor, his face in his hands. He looked exhausted, and very tired, but he had lost that haunted, crazy look.
Smith said nothing. He simply stood there looking at Shadow, who had been sitting on the floor with his face in his hands for a very long time.
"Sorry, man." Shadow said finally. "I know sorry ain't gonna cut it, but that's all I can say. I shocked myself; I ain't never lost it like that, ever. Man, I never knew I was capable of that much blind, hating rage." He looked terrified.
"Yes, well... I'd appreciate it if you controlled your temper from now on. It's not very pleasant having a gun pushed into your head."
Shadow's eyes flashed with momentary anger at that comment, but was gone just as fast.
He picked himself up from the floor, and regarded Smith was large, frightened eyes.
"Come on, we gotta do this thing." Shadow whispered hoarsely, walking slowly through the ruined door of Room 303.
"Do what?" Smith asked, not really caring.
"You're going to meet the people who will decide your fate, buddy."
Smith couldn't help see the smugness in Shadow's voice.
This guy is crazy. Smith thought as Shadow lead him to what was either life, or death.