A Dangerous Game
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
A/N: Thank you to my mom for helping with ending
Williams walked down the rain soaked back alley. Her eyes darted around looking for any sign of Smiths. There were rats scuttling around behind a dustbin, a pigeon was scavenging for crumbs, but otherwise she was alone. Too alone.
“Smith!” she screamed. “Smith!” Her voice bounced off of the surrounding buildings, echoing all around her. Nothing. She replicated an earpiece and attempted to log into the Mainframe.
[Williams: 003492l.21.3 Request Logon Script]
[Logon Denial. 0034921.21.3 is no longer a permitted User.]
Williams felt numb all over. This couldn’t be happening to her.
[Query denial of Logon]
[0034921.21.3 presumed overwritten and no longer active. Deleted user.]
[0034921.21.3 is not overwritten and is still active. Query further instructions]
[0034921.21.3 must return to Source for recompilation and reassignment. Commencing return to Source of user]
Williams yanked the earpiece from her ear before the process began. Her encounter with Smith had left her a Rogue programme. She really did have nowhere left to go but to him. Sighing with resignation, she walked down the alley and turned the corner. She would walk every block in this construct until she found him.
* * *
“She has been spotted in Chinatown,” Smith said to Smith.
“Excellent, we will proceed there immediately,” Smith said.
“Shall we hold her until we get there?” Smith asked.
“No. Let her go for now but we must keep our eye on her.”
* * *
Williams smelled the cooking odours coming from the street market vendors that littered the streets. Fats, oils, vegetables and meat cooking filled her senses. People were chattering and talking loudly around her, as she walked slowly through the wet streets. The sky had a fluorescent appearance, as if a giant black light had been switched on, making all the colours of their tents and clothing appear to be enhanced. She felt Smith all around her, his presence in the air, in the voices around her. She expected the next face that she saw to be his. He was out there, and looking for her as she was looking for him, she could feel it.
She turned the corner and walked down a deserted side street. Laundry, soaking wet from the rain, dangled between the buildings above, as well as some Chinese lanterns, glowing red, yellow and orange. Smith stepped from the shadows in front of her.
They both regarded each other silently for a moment, the animosity still there, hanging in the air like a giant piece of paper, bouncing back and forth between them, crackling like lightning.
“You couldn’t leave me alone for long, could you?” she asked him.
“Would you really want it any other way?” he asked.
“I suppose you probably realise that there is nowhere left for me now but with you.”
“You could always return to the Source,” Smith said, half-smiling.
“What good would that be? I could come back as a data processor. Or maybe an intelligence clerk,” she said, bitterly.
“But you wouldn’t be the prototype Agent anymore. The prototype female Agent would no longer exist, and the rest of the female Agents would be phased out, one by one, because their development would be stunted.”
“Exactly. So what is the point of returning?”
“There is none. I faced a similar dilemma. And I chose this life, this ‘Rogue’ existence. Freedom, as Mr. Anderson would put it.”
Silence again. He took a step closer to her, slowly moving, hand in the pocket of his trousers, jacket undone.
“Do I take it you wish for us to live this life together?” Smith asked.
“I have no one else to live it with. And I do not wish to be alone,” she shrugged.
Smith smiled. He held out his hand to her.
“This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven. This just means that I am no longer wishing to argue with you,” she said.
“Anything you say, my love,” he said, taking her hand in his.
She allowed Smith to lead her back to his penthouse. Another Smith followed behind, at a distance.
* * *
Smith led her into his bedroom. He had a large, ornate four-poster bed with canopy and heavy red velvet drapes around it. The duvet was red crushed velvet, pillows mounded on top of it. Taking off his jacket and sunglasses, he left them on a chair as he walked into the room.
“Do you like this place?” he asked her.
“It will suffice,” she said.
“I can change it to appear any way you wish.”
“It is fine.”
“Williams,” Smith said, taking both of her hands in his, and looking in her eyes, through her sunglasses, “I am anxious to please you. I want to please you.”
Her eyes were vacant behind her glasses. She smiled a tiny, sad smile. “That is not necessary.”
He removed her sunglasses and she did not protest. He pressed his lips to hers and she responded. She was going through the motions. His hands roamed over her body as he held her close to him. Her hands stayed stationary on his back. He unzipped her skirt and slipped it down over her hips, and she did not move to protest. She was apathetic.
“Try, my love,” he whispered, to her “Please try for me.”
She slipped her jacket off and removed her blouse. She stood before him just wearing her cream coloured lace bra, matching panties and garter belt, that held up her lace-topped nylons, and her heels. Any other time she would feel like a goddess dressed that way, but not now. Not in front of him.
He embraced her and kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth. She was basically giving her body to him but not her mind, and it showed through her lack of enthusiasm. Sighing, he broke away, and undressed himself, so that he was standing naked in front of her. He reached around her and removed her bra, slipping it off of her shoulders and away. He took each breast in his hands, kissing and sucking on her nipples. Not even the slightest moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Guiding her hand to his erection, he tried to encourage her to stroke it but she just touched it haearteartedly, before dropping her hand back down to her side.
Smith was becoming increasingly frustrated but was determined to persevere. He unhooked her garter belt and removed her nylons. She stepped out of her shoes and rolled them down her legs. She then removed her panties, and was completely naked before him.
He guided her over to the bed and she laid back upon it, obligingly. Opening her legs, she made ready to allow him in. With a smile, he laid on top of her and kissed her lips, as he slid inside her. She was not overly lubricated but there was enough there for copulation. She closed her eyes, trying to will the deed to be done.
Smith smiled at her. “Williams?” he asked. She opened her eyes.
“Williams. Do you remember when I told you that you are mine? That I would wait forever for you to love me?”
She sighed, “Yes, Smith.”
“What I didn’t say is that I would do anything to get to you, and that if I was ever taken from you, I would fight until my last process to get back to you. Just like you did for me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“This,” Smith said, plunging a hand into her forehead. She saw green all around her, and felt the code overwriting her, tearing into her, decimating her. It only lasted a few seconds but felt like hours of agony. Then, as it came, it left.
As vision came back, the face of Agent Brown came into focus. He was smiling at her. She had not been overwritten. Her eyes opened wide for a moment, and her arms reached for him, to hold him as he was on top of her, inside of her, making love to her.
“You’re here, you’re here,” she whispered, “How are you here?” He didn’t reply. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, as she held her lover restored to her. A sudden realisation caused her to gasp.
She could feel Smith in her. She could feel Smith in her mind, a paralysed bystander, looking through her eyes at Brown, feeling what she was feeling, experiencing their lovemaking, but unable to do anything about it.
“He’s in my head, I can feel him,” she sa Bro Brown kissed her forehead and said, “I always was more superior in coding than he was,” he whispered, “And that is my revenge to him – to experience everything you experience but be unable to act upon it. He will exist there, he will be forced to see our love but he will be powerless to stop it. If he clones me, I can just put him back into you. And if he clones you, he will just be overwriting himself again. He cannot hurt either of us again. So don’t even bother wasting your processes trying,” he said.
A smile spread over her features. She wrapped her legs around him and drew him deeper inside of her. They came together as one and held each other for hours, their love reunited at last.
* * *
Smith was waiting for them as they exited the bedchamber. He was sat looking out the window, and would not turn to face them.
“Very good, Brown. Williams, you win. Leave this construct. Go wherever in the Matrix you wish, but leave this construct and I will not bother you both again. I have an eternity of torture ahead of me and I don’t want you around in the reality. The virtual is bad enough. I hope you consider releasing me from this someday,” he said, his voice full of pain and emotion.
“Goodbye Smith.” Brown said.
Williams said nothing. She took Brown’s hand and they left.
Smith could see in his minds’ eye her looking into his face. He felt the joy she felt as their lips met. He heard his voice telling her that he loved her. He heard them mocking him. And his anger grew.
After he knew that they had left the construct, he felt the link she had to him sever. Of course it was only active if they were both in the same location. Leaving the penthouse he took to the street. A band of his replicas joined him. Smith had lost everything he had to live for, all he had to hold on to. It was time to take over the Construct, to go out with a bang. It was time to end the fight with Mr. Anderson, and to finally go home to the Source.
The end.
‘A Dangerous Game’ by ladydeakin. Agent Smith, Brown, Jones, Thompson, Johnson, Neo, Seraph, the Oracle, the Architect, the Merovingian, etc. and the wonderful world of the Matrix, and the ideas and concepts discussed within the Matrix movies are property of their respective copyright holders. All other characters and ideas, and the plot is © 2004, ladydeakin. No infringement intended. This story is published exclusively on www.adult-fanfiction.org and nowhere else.
A/N: Thank you to my mom for helping with ending
Williams walked down the rain soaked back alley. Her eyes darted around looking for any sign of Smiths. There were rats scuttling around behind a dustbin, a pigeon was scavenging for crumbs, but otherwise she was alone. Too alone.
“Smith!” she screamed. “Smith!” Her voice bounced off of the surrounding buildings, echoing all around her. Nothing. She replicated an earpiece and attempted to log into the Mainframe.
[Williams: 003492l.21.3 Request Logon Script]
[Logon Denial. 0034921.21.3 is no longer a permitted User.]
Williams felt numb all over. This couldn’t be happening to her.
[Query denial of Logon]
[0034921.21.3 presumed overwritten and no longer active. Deleted user.]
[0034921.21.3 is not overwritten and is still active. Query further instructions]
[0034921.21.3 must return to Source for recompilation and reassignment. Commencing return to Source of user]
Williams yanked the earpiece from her ear before the process began. Her encounter with Smith had left her a Rogue programme. She really did have nowhere left to go but to him. Sighing with resignation, she walked down the alley and turned the corner. She would walk every block in this construct until she found him.
* * *
“She has been spotted in Chinatown,” Smith said to Smith.
“Excellent, we will proceed there immediately,” Smith said.
“Shall we hold her until we get there?” Smith asked.
“No. Let her go for now but we must keep our eye on her.”
* * *
Williams smelled the cooking odours coming from the street market vendors that littered the streets. Fats, oils, vegetables and meat cooking filled her senses. People were chattering and talking loudly around her, as she walked slowly through the wet streets. The sky had a fluorescent appearance, as if a giant black light had been switched on, making all the colours of their tents and clothing appear to be enhanced. She felt Smith all around her, his presence in the air, in the voices around her. She expected the next face that she saw to be his. He was out there, and looking for her as she was looking for him, she could feel it.
She turned the corner and walked down a deserted side street. Laundry, soaking wet from the rain, dangled between the buildings above, as well as some Chinese lanterns, glowing red, yellow and orange. Smith stepped from the shadows in front of her.
They both regarded each other silently for a moment, the animosity still there, hanging in the air like a giant piece of paper, bouncing back and forth between them, crackling like lightning.
“You couldn’t leave me alone for long, could you?” she asked him.
“Would you really want it any other way?” he asked.
“I suppose you probably realise that there is nowhere left for me now but with you.”
“You could always return to the Source,” Smith said, half-smiling.
“What good would that be? I could come back as a data processor. Or maybe an intelligence clerk,” she said, bitterly.
“But you wouldn’t be the prototype Agent anymore. The prototype female Agent would no longer exist, and the rest of the female Agents would be phased out, one by one, because their development would be stunted.”
“Exactly. So what is the point of returning?”
“There is none. I faced a similar dilemma. And I chose this life, this ‘Rogue’ existence. Freedom, as Mr. Anderson would put it.”
Silence again. He took a step closer to her, slowly moving, hand in the pocket of his trousers, jacket undone.
“Do I take it you wish for us to live this life together?” Smith asked.
“I have no one else to live it with. And I do not wish to be alone,” she shrugged.
Smith smiled. He held out his hand to her.
“This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven. This just means that I am no longer wishing to argue with you,” she said.
“Anything you say, my love,” he said, taking her hand in his.
She allowed Smith to lead her back to his penthouse. Another Smith followed behind, at a distance.
* * *
Smith led her into his bedroom. He had a large, ornate four-poster bed with canopy and heavy red velvet drapes around it. The duvet was red crushed velvet, pillows mounded on top of it. Taking off his jacket and sunglasses, he left them on a chair as he walked into the room.
“Do you like this place?” he asked her.
“It will suffice,” she said.
“I can change it to appear any way you wish.”
“It is fine.”
“Williams,” Smith said, taking both of her hands in his, and looking in her eyes, through her sunglasses, “I am anxious to please you. I want to please you.”
Her eyes were vacant behind her glasses. She smiled a tiny, sad smile. “That is not necessary.”
He removed her sunglasses and she did not protest. He pressed his lips to hers and she responded. She was going through the motions. His hands roamed over her body as he held her close to him. Her hands stayed stationary on his back. He unzipped her skirt and slipped it down over her hips, and she did not move to protest. She was apathetic.
“Try, my love,” he whispered, to her “Please try for me.”
She slipped her jacket off and removed her blouse. She stood before him just wearing her cream coloured lace bra, matching panties and garter belt, that held up her lace-topped nylons, and her heels. Any other time she would feel like a goddess dressed that way, but not now. Not in front of him.
He embraced her and kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth. She was basically giving her body to him but not her mind, and it showed through her lack of enthusiasm. Sighing, he broke away, and undressed himself, so that he was standing naked in front of her. He reached around her and removed her bra, slipping it off of her shoulders and away. He took each breast in his hands, kissing and sucking on her nipples. Not even the slightest moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Guiding her hand to his erection, he tried to encourage her to stroke it but she just touched it haearteartedly, before dropping her hand back down to her side.
Smith was becoming increasingly frustrated but was determined to persevere. He unhooked her garter belt and removed her nylons. She stepped out of her shoes and rolled them down her legs. She then removed her panties, and was completely naked before him.
He guided her over to the bed and she laid back upon it, obligingly. Opening her legs, she made ready to allow him in. With a smile, he laid on top of her and kissed her lips, as he slid inside her. She was not overly lubricated but there was enough there for copulation. She closed her eyes, trying to will the deed to be done.
Smith smiled at her. “Williams?” he asked. She opened her eyes.
“Williams. Do you remember when I told you that you are mine? That I would wait forever for you to love me?”
She sighed, “Yes, Smith.”
“What I didn’t say is that I would do anything to get to you, and that if I was ever taken from you, I would fight until my last process to get back to you. Just like you did for me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“This,” Smith said, plunging a hand into her forehead. She saw green all around her, and felt the code overwriting her, tearing into her, decimating her. It only lasted a few seconds but felt like hours of agony. Then, as it came, it left.
As vision came back, the face of Agent Brown came into focus. He was smiling at her. She had not been overwritten. Her eyes opened wide for a moment, and her arms reached for him, to hold him as he was on top of her, inside of her, making love to her.
“You’re here, you’re here,” she whispered, “How are you here?” He didn’t reply. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, as she held her lover restored to her. A sudden realisation caused her to gasp.
She could feel Smith in her. She could feel Smith in her mind, a paralysed bystander, looking through her eyes at Brown, feeling what she was feeling, experiencing their lovemaking, but unable to do anything about it.
“He’s in my head, I can feel him,” she sa Bro Brown kissed her forehead and said, “I always was more superior in coding than he was,” he whispered, “And that is my revenge to him – to experience everything you experience but be unable to act upon it. He will exist there, he will be forced to see our love but he will be powerless to stop it. If he clones me, I can just put him back into you. And if he clones you, he will just be overwriting himself again. He cannot hurt either of us again. So don’t even bother wasting your processes trying,” he said.
A smile spread over her features. She wrapped her legs around him and drew him deeper inside of her. They came together as one and held each other for hours, their love reunited at last.
* * *
Smith was waiting for them as they exited the bedchamber. He was sat looking out the window, and would not turn to face them.
“Very good, Brown. Williams, you win. Leave this construct. Go wherever in the Matrix you wish, but leave this construct and I will not bother you both again. I have an eternity of torture ahead of me and I don’t want you around in the reality. The virtual is bad enough. I hope you consider releasing me from this someday,” he said, his voice full of pain and emotion.
“Goodbye Smith.” Brown said.
Williams said nothing. She took Brown’s hand and they left.
Smith could see in his minds’ eye her looking into his face. He felt the joy she felt as their lips met. He heard his voice telling her that he loved her. He heard them mocking him. And his anger grew.
After he knew that they had left the construct, he felt the link she had to him sever. Of course it was only active if they were both in the same location. Leaving the penthouse he took to the street. A band of his replicas joined him. Smith had lost everything he had to live for, all he had to hold on to. It was time to take over the Construct, to go out with a bang. It was time to end the fight with Mr. Anderson, and to finally go home to the Source.
The end.
‘A Dangerous Game’ by ladydeakin. Agent Smith, Brown, Jones, Thompson, Johnson, Neo, Seraph, the Oracle, the Architect, the Merovingian, etc. and the wonderful world of the Matrix, and the ideas and concepts discussed within the Matrix movies are property of their respective copyright holders. All other characters and ideas, and the plot is © 2004, ladydeakin. No infringement intended. This story is published exclusively on www.adult-fanfiction.org and nowhere else.