Title: Angel Smith

Author: Selina Enriquez

Summary: This is a story about a girl who gets mocked at school and about her Angel who saves her.

Timeline: present time

Rating: T

Pairing(s): none

Characters: Agent Smith, non-canon character

Author’s notes: This story is dedicated to all of you out there who get mocked at school, at work, etc. My advice to all of you: keep your head up. Be proud of what you are. Do whatever you want to do – no matter what other people say to you. No matter how hard it gets. Don't waste your time on the losers who want to bring you down. Remember that they are just afraid and sad people. You will move on – and they will always stay the same, mocking others – because that is the only thing they can do in this life. Don’t answer them. Don’t sink on their level. Don’t waste any minute of your time on them. Be yourself and do what you want to do – no matter what anybody says.

Illustrations: You can find the illustrations to this novel in my Deviant Art gallery in my author profile.

Disclaimer: The following fanfiction is non-profit. I am not making any money on it. The Matrix, Agent Smith, the green Matrix code, et cetera are the copyright property of the Wachowski Brothers, the Warner Brothers and Village Roadshow Pictures.

She was running again. The kids at school were once again exceedingly mean to her, and it seemed that they mocked every molecule of her being. Sometimes, they made fun of her just because she was there. Just because she was alive.

She wished she wasn't.

In their eyes, everything was wrong with her. Her hair, her personality, her interests and not to forget, her Matrix obsession. She always kept that secret neatly for herself, but one horrible day it leaked out, and she became the laughing stock of the school. Her long black trench coat was taken from her and burned in the schoolyard. Her Niobe sunglasses, bought by her sparse savings, were stolen from her and then she found them in the girls' bathroom – shattered in thousand pieces. And worst of all, they have found her diary.

She remembered that fateful day when she saw torn pages of her diary hanging on the walls of the school hallways. Page by page. All of them. She wished she was dead. All her secrets, all her dreams, all her intimate thoughts revealed to every prying eye in the school. And the school had many prying eyes. Rumors traveled with a speed of light, and soon nicknames like "the geek girl" and "the nerdy weirdo" were born.

She was running faster and faster. Tears were starting to gather in her eyes. She was running from them, that crowd of those mean hyenas, which were tearing her apart bit by bit. Every school must have a laughing stock. Apparently, she got the honor of being one. Gods, they were so evil. Especially the girls. They were rich girls, wearing lots of make-up and expensive designer clothes. On outside, they looked as sweet as angels, but appearances were deceiving. She got to know their true selves, and she barely got out of it alive. Who would guess that they would beat her up so badly that she got a pair of broken ribs.

She wished that her parents were still alive. She wished that the kids in the orphanage weren't so hateful. She wished she was somewhere else. She wished that she was with him.

She ran faster. Her legs were sore and her forehead was streaming with blood. The nasty cut was the result of her being thrown against the wall of the schoolyard. Fortunately, the teacher appeared quite quickly. If he didn't, she would fear that those boys would finish her off this time. She shuddered. Images of her, laying face on the ground, dirty and bleeding filled her mind. And the mocking crowd gathering around her. She remembered the menacing smirks on their faces. God, just let me die.

Away. All that mattered now was getting away. Her pace increased, and despite the inevitable nausea, she ran with determination. She wasn't evil, like them. She'll never be. All she wanted was to be herself. To have dreams. Because dreams were all she had. And now, these dreams were taken from her, ripped apart, leaving her naked and completely exposed to this cold world.

It seemed like she ran forever, minutes turning into hours, and hours turning into days. But she never stopped. The world was a cruel and cold place and she had no wish to participate in it. She ran towards the only safe place she knew of, her secret hideout. The place where no elevator could go and no stair could reach. The place where no one could find her. The place where she could be safe.

The place where she could be with him.

Sometimes, she hid there for days, enjoying her little haven. She would spend there long hours, talking to him. Long monologues about everything and nothing. Oh, how she loved talking to him. He always listened to her. He always understood. He was always there for her. He would never leave her.

Sometimes, she wished she could see him, touch him. Being hold by him. But some part of her brain registered that he was not real and those conversations were only in her mind. And when she was hit with those realizations, she cried. She cried for long hours, sitting in a corner, feeling completely and utterly alone. Every molecule of her being wanted to be with him, wanted him to be real. Just for one moment.

She almost reached the abandoned building in the outskirts of the city. The fresh air hit her nostrils, welcoming her in the familiar surroundings. The old construction site was abandoned for almost five years, and trees and bushes have grown tall since, enveloping it in their green arms. A sight of the old building made her slow her pace and she has finally allowed herself to exhale. She was home.

As she climbed the top stairs, she entered her secret hideout. It was an abandoned roof apartment with ancient furniture and crack in the walls. One of the walls was missing, revealing a magnificent view of the city. The city, which she was hiding from. She stopped in the middle of the room, as her head suddenly started spinning, overwhelming her with nausea. All her attempts to stand straight failed and she felt her legs collapsing beneath her. Then, everything turned black.

The cool morning air entered her lungs, sending a chilling sensation through her body. Slowly, her mind began to wake up, bringing her back from the oblivion. Her body ached in places she didn't even know existed and her limbs felt heavy and sore. Slowly, she forced herself to open her heavy eyelids and adjusted to her surroundings. She was still in her secret hideout, still lying on the floor in the exactly same position when she passed out. She was still alive.

But something didn't feel right. Something was different.

Suddenly, she had an eerie sensation that she was being watched. Gathering her strength, she made an effort to rise up on her elbows and look in the direction of her suspicions. At first, her sight couldn't adjust to the bright morning light that was illuminating the room through a large opening in the wall. Her vision was blurred, and she had to blink for a couple of moments to focus. After doing so for what it seemed like forever, she narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly, a cold chill ran up and down her spine.

She blinked for a couple of more times, as her mind slowly digested what she saw. The sight was incredible. It was an epitome of magnificence. It was a peak of her fantasies.

It was him.

She swallowed hard. Slowly, she made a tremendous effort to rise up on her knees, never letting her eyes off him. And then he spoke. Dear Lord, it was the voice from her dreams.

"You're awake".

Just a simple statement. Enough to make her knees melt. His deep rich voice caressing her skin as a finest silk. She licked her dry lips.

"Sm...Smith?"

A moment of silence. Both parts just stared at each other. Then a smile. It was a smile from her dreams. Perhaps she was dreaming.

"Yes, Miss Campbell. It is me. Though your mind has probably not yet registered it, I am in fact very much real and alive."

A very long moment of silence. She digested his words. Only then, her sight became clear and she finally saw him, a breathtaking sight that made her question her sanity. He was sitting there on the floor near the edge of the large gap in the wall that served as a window. He was clad in his trademark black suit and tie, though his shades and earpiece were missing. And then, there was something else.

Wings.

Large, white feathered wings.

Smith had... wings.

Her jaw dropped. At the same moment he cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. And then, her world dissolved into pure sensations. A warm light caressed her body, making her heart nearly jump out of her chest. Squeezing her eyes, she shook her head, trying to wake up from this beautiful dream, but as she opened them again, he was still there, still sitting in the exact same position. She wasn't dreaming.

"So." He started with that low, almost whispering tone. "I can see that at the moment you are incapable of having a conversation, that's why I'll do all the talking."

She just nodded, staring at those impossibly blue eyes.

"What if I told you that your fantasy is real. What if I told you that all this energy you use on daydreaming stores in some place. What if I told you that you have angels to watch over you. And what if I told you that I was one of them."

She just stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Shhh..." he silenced her. "You cannot handle the whole world right now. Besides, you need some rest." With these words, he slowly, as not to scare her, rose up and approached her. His wings were magnificent. Suddenly, she felt his strong hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her up to him. He smelled nice. A mixture of fresh grass, ocean, and something else, something familiar. It was intoxicating. They moved together and sat onto an old large bed in the middle of the room. Stretching her on the bed, he spooned behind her, enveloping them in his large wings.

She was in heaven.

Gently, he stroke her hair, whispering calming words in her ear. He held her tightly in his comfortable embrace and the warmth of his body was soothing. Nothing else in the world mattered anymore. Her pains and worries were gone, and all that was left was the feeling of him and his strong gentle arms around her. For the first time in her life, she felt safe. His steady breathing made her slowly drift off to sleep, and he held her, never letting go.

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