Angels in Red
A short oneshot about Mouse's last moments. My thoughts about what he might have been thinking.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Nothing is mine. So "don't hate me. I'm just the messenger."
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The brick was cold.
I had a weird desire to see the sun, even though I knew the one on the other side of this wall was fake.
They were coming.
The way I saw it I had two choices: one, run like hell; two, grab the two semi-automatics in the case next to me and take out as many of the Agents down with me as I could. I decided on option two.
Just before the door was knocked down I wondered if everyone else was okay. The building was crawling with Agents by now. I was sure Trinity and Morpheus were fine; it was Neo I was worried about. I remembered my first time in the Matrix. I was just a kid then. Switch saved my ass a lot those first few times. You should say she was kinda like a big sister to me. I wanted Neo to have that, that feeling of being safe and protected. It was nice, knowing someone in this god forsaken world actually cared whether you lived or died, if you were happy. Switch did that for me. Maybe Trinity… nah. She's not the type to get all soft like that.
The Agents knocked down the door. I could hear gunshots downstairs I hoped Switch and Apoc would be okay. Of course they would be the ones who would get into a fight first, Agents or not.
I smiled when I saw the Agents coming in. This was it. I raised the two guns, one in each hand, and fired.
My last thought was of the Woman in Red, my finest work. Call me shallow, call me a pervert, I don't care. I'm going to die in a minute anyway. I've got no reason to care what anyone thinks of me.
And then, just like that, it was all over. Much less painful than I had imagined, overall. But maybe I was too busy staring. After all, it's not like I expected to see an angel dressed in red waiting for me. Bye, guys, I thought. The Angel in Red took my hand and then I was gone.