Agents.
The enforcers of the Matrix.
You Humans know nothing of them.
You think the Agents are just another program from the Machines.
They're not.
The Janitor whistled softly as he swept the floors. Picking up a rusty beer can, the twenty-something brown haired man set his broom against a wall and threw the can deftly into a bin on the other side of the room. The can landed perfectly into the trash, and the man gave himself a small cheer.
Finishing off the concrete floors of the bathroom, the janitor adjusted his nametag and walked over to the sink, setting down the broom once more and turning on the tap, washing his hands and whistling to a soft tune. Looking up to the mirror, the janitor's eyes widened as he saw a man in a suit with dark sunglasses behind him. Grabbing his broom and turning around to defend himself against the unknown person, he whipped his head around and came to face...
Nothing.
Nobody.
The man in the suit was gone.
Feeling very confused, the man put the broom into a closet and hurriedly walked out of the bathroom.
In the mirror, the suited man's eyes followed the janitor's form walking out of the room behind dark, angular sunglasses.
The machines found out that the best way to defeat a Human was to use a Human.
So they took a select few from the Fields and bred them separately from the others.
They insert you into the Matrix like the others, and wait until you're ready.
Then they take you while no one else is around.
And then you're doomed.
The Janitor briskly walked down the corridor, shaking his head. Turning a corner, he looked down the dark corridor and saw him again. The man in the suit.
Terror leaped through his veins. He would have cried out if he were not mute. The janitor turned around and ran down the hallway he'd just come through, when he saw the suited man step out from the doorway. The same suited man, peering at him from behind sunglasses, an earpiece in his ear.
The janitor stopped dead in his tracks. Looking around himself in desperation, he found an elevator behind him and pressed on the button desperately. The man in the suit frowned and started walking towards the janitor slowly. The janitor stepped back from the elevator and tried a door. Locked! He tried another, also locked. The man in the suit was coming closer, and the janitor sank down in fear. He closed his eyes and abandoned himself to his fate. The suited man was nearly right in front of him.
Suddenly, the Janitor's eyes snapped open as he heard the elevator behind him give a slight 'ding!', indicating it had arrived. Scrambling backwards, hope rushing in his heart, the janitor threw himself into the lift and pressed the 'Door Close' button rapidly. Looking at the elevator doors, he saw the doors close, ever so slowly. The janitor's heart hammered in his chest as he prayed the man in the suit wouldn't catch him. He didn't stop to think why he was so frightened, only being sure that the man in the suit meant trouble.
The doors closed slowly.
7 inches...
5 inches...
3...
For a brief second the janitor thought he'd escaped. Then he saw the shadow of the suited man and his arm stopping the doors from closing.
The man stepped in as the terrified janitor backed himself against the wall. Closing the elevator doors behind him, the man in the suit looked down at the janitor, who was weeping in fear, and knelt down in front of him.
"Inevitable," the agent whispered, and the janitor barely had time to wonder what he meant when he felt the agent plunge his hand into his chest.
They rip your consciousness, burn it to the Matrix, and destroy your body.
Most of the converted simply accept their fate.
On the ground level of a building, a dark corridor that was otherwise silent rang with a 'ding!' as the elevator doors opened.
The Janitor, clothed in a black and white suit and an earpiece, stepped out. There was no sign of the other agent in the elevator. Looking from side to side, the janitor cracked his neck, and pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, putting them on over his blazing green eyes. The Janitor looked down at his suit, and sneered with distaste at the nametag pinned to it. Taking the tag off, slowly, deliberately, the janitor held it up in front of him and sneered once more.
"Inevitable," he murmured, not seeming surprised that he could now talk, even though he was born mute. Tossing the nametag to the floor, the new Agent stalked off, out into the building, into the darkness.
A gold-coloured nametag with 'SMITH' glittered on the carpeted floor, the only trace of a janitor who disappeared that day to begin a life as an Agent of the system.
Then again, some resist.
I did.
My name is Seraph, and this is my story.