Disclaimer:

The Matrix and all related characters belong to Warner Bros. and the Brothers Wachoski. The Legend Of Sleepy Hallow and The Headless Horseman belong to Washington Irving wrote and published original tale in 1819 under the pen name of Geoffry Crayon Gent. This fan fic is strictly for entertainment purposes only and is not being written for profit. All characters in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone in this piece living or dead is purely coincidental.

Hi again!

I'm glad that you enjoy my stories. I figured since the Halloween season is quickly coming upon us, I thought that I would give you a scary matrix themed horror story. Now bear with me because I'm used to writing fluffy romantic fan fics about Agent Smith.

Now as a kid I have always loved The Legend Of Sleepy Hallow because let's face it, The Headless Horseman is too fucking cool and it would only make sense for him to be a headless Agent of the Matrix searching the mainframe for his head. Of course in this version of the Matrix you will have ghosts, witches and a few goblins here and there. But they are just glitches in the Matrix...or are they?

I now proudly present to you, The Legend Of Mega City...

Prologue

The day had come when Neo had parted from the Oracle and he would encounter Smith once more. Like an ominous spectre from the past. He walked towards Neo until they were fact to face and nose to nose.

"Mr. Anderson, surprised to see me?" He asked as he raised a single eyebrow from behind his dark sunglasses.

"No." Neo answered.

"Then you are aware of it?"

"Of what?" Neo was puzzled.

"Our connection." Smith answered as he touched one finger to the side of his head.

Smith paused and then he spoke again.

"I killed you Mr. Anderson, I watched you die...with a certain satisfaction, I might add. Then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. After that, I understood the rules, I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I am not longer an agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed. I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently free."

Neo kind of smirked at Smith's little speech.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you." Smith said.

Smith tilted his head and spoke some more.

"But as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason we're here. We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exsist."

To Neo's left a voice similar to Smith's spoke.

"It is purpose that created us."

And then to Neo's right.

"It is purpose the connects us."

Neo had a look of shock on his face as several Smith clones appeared at all sides of him as they continued to speak.

"Purpose that pulls us."

"That guides us."

"That drives us."

"It is purpose that defines us."

"Purpose that binds us."

Smith looked him dead in the eye as he continued to speak. Neo was out numbered.

"We are here because of you, Mr. Anderson. We're here to take from you what you took from us."

Smith plunged his hand into Neo's chest.

"Purpose." Smith snarled.

But somehow Neo was able to break free. He jumped up in the air and kicked Smith in the face, throwing him against the wall, breaking his shades.

"More!" Smith snarled.

Not too far off two men were fighting with kitanas in a dojo. The clones looked on as Neo was fighting the other copies. One man was in his early 30's and was quite the skilled fighter. He was focused as he fought. His moves were like very well calculated but graceful like a cat. He was fighting an older man who was obviously his teacher. He knocked the old man down with the kitana coming only inches away from his face. The old man smiled.

"You have learned well my son."

"Thank you sensai." The young man bowed.

He let his teacher up, a few moments later the clones busted in and over took them killing the old man instantly. The young man tried to get away but it was too late. The copies over took him and held him for their leader.

"What's going on?" He screamed.

The clone gave him an evil grin.

"You will serve us well."

And with that he plunged a hand into the young man's chest making him writhe in pain. He felt coldness and then finally nothing at all. All that was left of him was a perfect copy. The new clone looked at his surroundings and noticed the kitana by his side. He picked it up as if by instinct. It was a part of him.

The other copies lead him to the park and as if by second nature, he leaped in and swung at Neo with his razor sharp sword only to miss him by inches. Little did he know that The One would be resourceful and have a weapon at his disposal as well. Neo reached into his long black coat, brandishing a heavy straight edged sword. The copy swung but The One would block every single move. The battle went on for quite sometime as Smith and the other copies watched. But in one single stroke it was over. The copy just stood as the others watched in silence. He seemed fine, until he started to bleed from his neck and then as if in slow motion, his head fell off and landed with a loud thud onto the ground. It was then the copies charged at Neo and dog piled him. He couldn't breathe under the mass of Smith bodies.

"It is inevitable, Mr. Anderson." Smith hissed in his ear.

But out of nowhere Neo got the strength to throw the mass off of him as he leaped high up into the air. He took a pole out the cement and started to swing around it kicking each one them away and knocking them out. Once they were all on the ground, Neo flew away.

Smith looked around at his defeated copies, but he looked more at the one who lost his head. In a way he was quite disturbed by the site of his headless copy just laying there. Not far off was his head, it's face twisted in an eternal grimace. He turned to his other copies.

"Get rid of it." He ordered.

It had been a long time since that battle between Smith and Neo in the park all those many years ago. But what is really disturbing is that even though ghosts, angels, vampires and even werewolves are a part of the Matrix, none are as terrifying as the headless Agent program who roams that very spot where he met his demise by the hands of The One. Both humans and programs alike dare not stray near that place, especially after dark. Some have even claimed to have seen him wandering the park searching for his head. Others have not been so lucky though. Over the years there had been reports of headless bodies found and so far the murderer has never been caught.

But Agent Jackson, Smith's predecessor, who had been following the case for years was going to get to the bottom of these murders in the Matrix. One way or another...