Disclaimer: I don't own anyone… except Neo… ) Nah, I'm just kidding… If you believed me, you better had your head examined.
Author's Note: I have not written a Matrix fanfic ever, so forgive me if I have some facts wrong. I have watched all three movies but unfortunately, can't remember the first one very well…
This is a VERY angsty fic with a few swear words in it, necessary because Trinity swears quite a bit. ;)
He could not understand them… What did they live for? They were irrational… Emotional… Illogical… Yet, despite it all, they have spread… like a virus, a plagued… Almost uncontrollable…
Almost…The pathetic humans cannot imagine that they were enslaved by machines, lost in their imaginary freedom.
He could have snorted, but he didn't. He was a program, not human, and he was grateful for that… At least, as grateful as a machine could be.
America, the land of the free…
Disillusioned… Blind…
How little they knew! How weak they are!
He spared a glance at the limp form on his right.
How fragile…
He continued looking out the window, at the artificial sunrise. All of it were fake… false… That was all the Matrix was… Nothing but codes beneath codes…
Codes and programs…
There was a weak moan from his right.
She moaned again, pulling against the velcro straps holding her immobile fruitlessly.
How weak… How helpless
Trinity forced her eyes open, blinking at the blindingly white hot light. She open her mouth to say something intelligent.
'Mmmlph…' said her treacherous lips instead
She coughed weakly and her eyes wandered around the room as if in a daze. Her gaze fell on him, and he returned the glare, unflinching.
'You…' she whispered hoarsely, her voice harsh with disuse.
He allowed himself a small smile. 'Yes, me.'
She narrowed her eyes, 'Kill me…'
'Why should I? I enjoy this…'
She laughed, she voice cracking slightly. 'Enjoy? That is a human emotion. Machines have none…'
'Indeed, what you say is correct, to a certain degree. I cannot, technically, feel emotions. But in a sense, I do feel, simply because the word seems befitting to the situation in which I have you in.'
The rebel glared at him defiantly. 'Why are you keeping me alive? Isn't that against your damned programming?'
'Because, I want to analyse you, to see your weaknesses. To break you…' He smiled twistedly as he loomed closer to her face, reveling in the fear that crept onto her features.
'You sick bastard! Kill me, damn it! Even death is better than listening to all this crap!' she spat at him and tugged wildly at her bonds, making the material eat into her flesh.
'Pathetic… Emotional creatures, you humans are… fighting against the system, the way you are suppose to live your life.'
'To serve the machines?!'
She wished she could killed him. There he stood, his arms crossed, smirking with that infernal sunglasses he always wore.
'Each has a purpose…' he let the sentence hang, implying what he wanted to say.
'Go to hell!'
His expression changed suddenly, he was no longer calm and collected, he looked furious. He placed both hands over her right shoulder and pressed down.
Trinity hissed as pain tore through her, ripping her apart. She struggled to relieve herself of the pain, from the pressure Smith was exerting on the bullet wound on her shoulder. She kicked out, limbs failing, but still, he would not remove his hand.
'Beg, Trinity, beg.'
'Go… to… hell.' She gasped out.
He snarled and push down harder. She screamed and trashed violently. Thoughts started to race through her mind incoherently.
Oh God!
The pain!
Neo, save me!
Neo!
Will I ever see you again?
Why did I come?!
I don't want to die…
Pain…
Please let me see him again…
I'm sorry!!
Forgive me!
Neo!!
Save me, please!
I hate you!
Go to hell!
I will not beg!
Oh God!
Kill me!
Kill me now!
Neo…
She whimpered and hated herself for showing signs of weakness. Blood was coursing down her shoulder in a red river now, staining her clothes and the white sheet on which she lay on.
Smith release a little of the pressure. Trinity gasped, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
'Beg…'
She said nothing, forcing her eyes shut. Her jaw was clenched so hard, her muscles started to hurt. There was a loud roaring in her ears. She breathed through her nose heavily, forcing herself to remain calm and to be detached to the pain being inflicted upon her.
She opened her eyes and blinked the tears away furiously, and uttered a single monosyllable word that angered the Agent even more.
'No…'
He bared his teeth at her response and dug his finger into her flesh. The pain was immediate and overwhelming. She felt like she could pass out. She would be thankful if she did, to be temporary free of the pain, but life was purposely being cruel. Her vision darkened slightly and black spots swam in front of her, but before she could grey-out, Smith release his vice grip on her shoulder.
She breathed in gasps, her eyes tightly shut.
Gods, even breathing hurts.
Nothing happened for a moment, complete silence, occasionally punctuated by her laboured breathing.. Then a hand reached out to gently tuck away a strand of sweaty hair from her pale face. Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilated and she flinched unwillingly.
'You are very strong willed… This would be entertaining for me…'
He studied her through his sunglasses. Trinity shivered and looked away, uncomfortable.
Agent Smith reached out a hand to her injured shoulder and she tried to jerked away from him but he grabbed her left arm and yanked her back. He ripped the clothing away from the wound.
'Get your fucking hands off me!' she yelled and struggled in his grasp. He said nothing but tightened his grip on her arm. He reached to a table above her head and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and a wad of cotton.
He released his grip and poured some alcohol onto the cotton. The alcohol soaked wad of cotton hovered above her wound for a second and Trinity wondered if he was going to do what she thought he was going to do.
'This might sting a bit…' he warned softly before he started cleaning the wound. Her back arched in pain as the liquid seeped into her wound but he ignored her movement and continued on his task.
When he was done, he straightened up and disposed of the bloody cotton into a bin in the corner of the whitewashed room. He pulled the metal table towards him before replacing the bottle of alcohol onto it.
She stared at him, the expression on her face disbelieving. 'Why did you do that?'
He paused, his hand in mid air, reaching for a strip of bandage. 'Your wound, if left unattended, might get infected. It was necessary.'
She said nothing, but continued staring at him. She did not move nor struggle when he started to wrap her shoulder with the soft white bandage.
He stood back and undid the straps on her right wrist. She pulled her arm away in reflex but he grabbed it painfully tight and glared at her.
'Don't.' he ordered, with a hint of steel in his voice.
She relaxed her arm. He reached for a syringe filled with clear liquid. He flicked it with a finger to get rid of the air bubbles inside and cleaned a spot on her arm with some alcohol.
Just as the needle was about to puncture her flesh, she jerk her arm away.
'What the hell is that?'
He sighed in exasperation. 'Painkillers, unless of course you just to lie there, wallowing in pain and self-pity.'
When he reached for her arm again, she did not pull away and he restrained it once more to the sides of the bed.
Without a word, he spun away from the bed sharply, as if he couldn't bear the sight of her and stalked to the door on her right and slammed it behind him.
Still, she lay motionless, where he had left her, her gaze thoughtful…
TBC…
I read the work of Beguile, The Allegory of the Cave, and a plot Smithy jacked me into a new plot idea for a Matrix fic. I considered using another female instead of Trinity, an OC, but I thought it would be better to use Trinity because of the Neo factor. (You'll see later)
By the way, this is not a Smith/Trinity romance fic!