Summary: What if virtual reality wasn't just for fun, but was being used to imprison you? Everett B. Anderson is a man living two lives. By day he is an average software techie and by night a hacker known as Blaine. Blaine has always questioned his reality, but the truth is far more than he imagined. He sits alone at home, waiting for a sign, a signal. He doesn't known from whom or where until a mysterious boy named Kurt introduces him to someone he's been waiting for, showing his the truth about the world by shedding light on the dark secrets that have troubled him for so long. AU.

Rating: M

A/N: If you're actually reading this story then hello my fellow readers! Thanks for clicking on this story! Okay, to sum up everything, this fanfic is basically getting the movie "The Matrix" and using some Glee characters. If you don't know the movie you can still read this fanfic and understand. I'll be using most if not all of the movie here. I'll also be adding some sexy times into the fanfic of course ;)

My point is, if the summary didn't interest you whatsoever, or the rating bothers you, then simply click the back button and enjoy the rest of your day. If you do want to read my story (for some strange reason since I'm not a very good writer) then continue on past my A/N and I hope you enjoy! Please Read and Review (R&R) as to whether or not I should just dump this story. Sorry for the long A/N! Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This includes the Glee characters as well as the movie The Matrix.


Prologue

A blinding cursor pulses in the electric darkness like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass.

A phone begins to ring as the cursor continues to pulse, relentlessly patient, until a voice is heard.

"Yeah?" The voice asks.

Data now appears on the screen, information flashing too fast to read. 'Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13:24:18 REC: Log.'

"Is everything in place Sebastian?" A second voice replies.

On the screen... 'Trace program: running.' The entire screen is racing with columns of numbers. They flash like green-electric rivers. A 10-digit phone number appears in the top corner of the screen.

The first voice, now known as Sebastian chuckles. "You weren't supposed to relieve me, Kurt."

The voice labeled as Kurt scoffs. "I know but I felt like taking a shift."

The area code on the screen is finally identified. The first three numbers suddenly discovered, leaving only seven numbers in need of discovery.

"You like him, don't you?" Sebastian counters. "You like watching him."

The digits are being matched, one by one, snapping into place like the wheels of a slot machine.

"Don't be ridiculous." Kurt snaps.

"We're going to kill him. Do you understand that?" Sebastian's voice sighs. "Poor guy's not going to know what hit him."

"Yes well, Burt believes he is The One."

Their conversation continues and only two digits in the code are left.

"Do you Kurt? Do you think he's The One?"

Kurt takes a deep breath, voice stammering slightly with his response. "I... it doesn't matter what I believe."

"You don't, do you?"

Before Kurt could reply the final number snaps into place.

"Did you hear that?" Kurt asks, voice changing immediately into alert.

"Hear what?" Sebastian asks.

On the screen the numbers fade and are replaced. 'Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555-0690.'

"Are you sure this line is clean?" Kurt asks. His voice has grown softer as though he is trying to listen carefully.

Sebastian's voice is somewhat cheery. "Yeah, 'course I'm sure."

"I better go." Kurt hangs up and suddenly, a blinding flashlight cuts through the darkness of the blank screen and we find ourselves in an abandoned hotel.

The hotel looks to be the aftermath once a fire licked its way across the polyester carpeting, destroying several of the rooms as soot is covering up most of the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow.

Four armed police officers walk cautiously through the destroyed hallway of the hotel, using flashlights as they ready themselves on either side of a Room with a plate on it numbered 303.

One officer nods to the biggest of the police officers to give him his cue. The bigger police officer of the four violently kicks in the door. The other cops rush in behind him, guns thrust before them.

"Police! Freeze!" The first one yells out.

The room is almost bare. Hardly any furniture to be seen. There is a fold-up table and chair with a phone, a modem, and a computer. The only light in the room is the glow of ceiling light above.

Sitting there, his pale hands still on the keyboard, is a boy with light brown hair and blue eyes, wearing black leather and knee high leather boots.

"Hands behind your head!" A second cop shouts. "Do it! Do it Now!"

The boy slowly puts his hands behind his head…


Outside of the hotel, the dark night brightened by the lights of the police cars flashing violently. A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the

police cruisers. And three people in suits step out of the car.

One is a woman, tall and menacing looking with blonde ruffled hair. The other is shorter, also a woman with blonde hair in bob-cut. The third is a man, wavy brown hair with a strut as we walks.

They all wear dark suits and sunglasses even though it's late at night. They are also hardwired; small Secret Service earphones in one ear, the cord coiling back into their shirt collars.

"Lieutenant?" The woman asks.

"Oh shit. It's Agent Sylvester." He mumbles.

Sylvester continues speaking, although weather or not she heard the Lieutenant speak is uncertain.

"Lieutenant, you were given specific orders to-"

"I'm just doing my job." The Lieutenant says, cutting Sylvester off. "You give me

that Juris-my dick-tion and you can cram it up your ass."

Agent Sylvester crosses both arms over her chest. "The orders were for your protection."

The Lieutenant laughs and rolls his eyes. "I think we can handle one little boy."

Agent Sylvester nods to the male agent. "Follow me St. James." She says. Agent St. James nods and they start walking toward the hotel.

The Lieutenant calls out to them as they begin to walk away from him. "I sent two units. They're probably bringing him down now."

Agent Sylvester looks back to him and smirks. "No, Lieutenant, your men are already dead."


Back in the room with the police officers and the boy, we see the big cop flick out his handcuffs, the other cops holding their guns at him.

They all think this is going to be a quick and easy job, but as the cop is just about to cuff the boy, he spins around. The boy grabs the cops arm by the wrist with his left hand as he swings his right hand at the police officers throat. Before the cop can even scream properly the boy snaps his hand upwards, hitting him directly on the nose.

The boy then releases the officer and jumps into the air, his arms open and his knees up to his chest. He looks as though he were a frog leaping up into the air.

With brute force, the boy kicks the officer square on the chest. A two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that was before known as the strongest police officer slams into the wall and then proceeds to fall heavily onto the floor. The boy gracefully lands back onto the floor, standing and ready to fight the other three remaining officers.

The other officers look back to their fellow team-mate in utter shock, unbelieving that this small and thin boy managed to knock out their strongest and largest officer. As the officers turn back around to face their enemy, the boy kicks the chair, sending it flying across the room and into the second of the officers.

The officer is down for the count, falling to the floor alongside the first officer. The third officer gasps in fear and begins to fire at the boy, wasting no time. However, the boy runs up and across the wall towards him, so smooth and fast…inhumanly fast.

The officer continues firing at the boy, bullets raking the walls, but it was no use. The boy landed back onto the floor and leapt at the officer latching onto both his hands. He holds the officer securely behind himself as he spins around and shoots at the forth officer.

The forth officer flops to the floor and the third officer struggles to make the boy release his. Sadly, it was all in vain. As he continues struggling, the boy unexpectedly releases the officer's hands and high kicks near his own shoulder where the officer was standing. The boy hit the officer directly on the face and the officer falls down quickly.

The boy stands in an alert pose, legs spread apart with his hands in fists as he looks at the officers sprawled on the floor around him.

"Shit."


In the front of the hotel, we notice that Agent St. James is entering the building, signaling for a few of the police officers that were outside to follow him.


The boy makes a call on the phone, his body tense as he waits for the other end of the line to answer.

"Da-Burt! The line was traced! I don't know how." The boy says.

"I know Kurt. They cut the hard line. This line isn't a viable exit anymore." Burt states calmly. "There's no time you're going to have to get to another exit."

Kurt clenches his jaw tightly. "Are there any agents?"

"Yes." Burt replies.

Kurt closes his eyes, his hand in a fist. "Goddamnit!"

"You have to focus Kurt." Burt said. "There's a phone in Wells and Lake. You can make it."

Kurt takes a deep breath and nods. "Alrighty."

"Go."

He drops the phone and burst out of the room. Agent St. James steps out of the elevator, leading another unit of police officers.

Kurt looks right at them and his eyes widen in alarm. He takes a few steps back before turning around and running in the opposite direction of the hallway. Agent St. James runs after him, the officers following right behind. Kurt races to the door at the end of the hall, slamming his shoulder into it and getting onto the fire escape.

Kurt looks down to the alley below, seeing none other than Agent Sylvester staring right at him. Kurt runs up the ladder as Agent St. James and the police follow suit all the way to the rooftop.


On the roof, Kurt hops off the last staircase and begins running as Agent St. James rises over the stairwell, leading the cops in pursuit.

Kurt begins to jump from one roof to the next, his movements so clean, gliding in and out of each jump, contrasting to the wild jumps of the cops.

Agent St. James, however, has the same unnatural grace.

As Kurt continues running, Agent St. James pulls out a hand gun and fires, missing with every shot. Kurt continues his rapid pace as he comes up to the next building. It's over 40 feet away, but Kurt's steps do not falter, his face is perfectly calm, contradicting his haste.

"That's it, we got him now." Gasps out one officer, as he strains to keep up with Kurt.

The cops slow, realizing that either they'll capture the boy or that they're about to see something ugly. Kurt drives at the edge, launching himself into the air. From above, the ground seems to flow beneath him as he hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still

running hard.

"Jesus Christ! That's impossible!" The officer shouts.

They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent St. James duplicates his grace, landing on one knee his left palm resting beside his leg as his right hand holds the gun.

Agent St. James rises slowly gun armed and ready. Kurt hides behind a brick wall, gasping as he tries to catch his breath.

Kurt looks around the rooftop in search of his escape. Ahead, he sees his only chance, 50 feet beyond the point where his path drops away into a paved chasm, there is a window large enough for him to pass through.

Kurt zeros in on it, running as hard as he can until he reaches the near end of the building. He hurtles himself into the empty night space, his body leveling into a dive. He braces for impact, arms covering his head as the whole world seems to spin on its axis.

H crashes with an explosion of glass, falling onto a back stairwell, tumbling, bouncing down stairs bleeding, broken… But still alive.

Kurt's flinching, it's clear everything hurts. However, the moments he landed at the bottom of the stairwell, he pulled out two hand guns from each of his boots secret pockets and points it at the window, He's alert, waiting for someone to follow.

After a few tense moments he whispers to himself. "Get up, Kurt. You're fine. Just get up!" He lowers the guns and rolls to his side and he stands up, rushing down the rest of the way.

Obviously hurt, he starts down the concrete walk, focusing completely on reaching his target, as he begins run once more. He emerges from the shadows of an alley and, at the end of the block, in a pool of white street light, he sees it!

The telephone booth.

He stops and stares as he sees from across the street, a garbage truck suddenly u-turning, it's tires screaming as it accelerates. The truck stops as well, headlights arcing at the telephone booth taking aim.

Gritting through the pain, he runs to the phone booth as fast as he can, the truck accelerating to the booth, the headlights blindingly bright, gaining speed as it gets closer and closer to the booth.

Kurt reaches the booth and hastily answers the phone. He turns to face the truck, the phone pressed right up to his ear as he places his free palm to the glass of the booth. There is a frozen instant of silence, Kurt takes a breath as the truck draws ever so close before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the sidewalk. Barreling through the booth, bulldozing it into a brick wall, smashing it to Plexiglas pulp.

After a moment, a black loafer steps down from the cab of the garbage truck. Agent Sylvester inspects the wreckage carefully.

There is no body. Kurt is gone.

Her jaw sets as she grinds her molars in frustration.

Agent St. James and the other unnamed agent walk up behind her.

"He got out." The woman stated.

"It doesn't matter Agent Jackson." Agent Sylvester said.

"The informant is real." Agent St. Jesse states.

Agent Sylvester almost smiles. "Yes."

"We have the name of their next target." Agent Jackson says as he looks down on the wreckage.

"Correct. The name is Blaine."

The handset of the pay phone lays on the ground, separated in the crash like a severed limb. Agent Sylvester lifts up her shoe and slams it down onto the handset, breaking it completely.

"We'll need a search running." She said after she shook off her shoe of the broken pieces.

"Don't worry." Agent Jackson said. "It's already begun."


A/N: That's it for the prologue of this story! I hope you liked it! I'll probably continue. It mostly depends on whether or not I get enough positive feedback. Sorry for putting a million break-lines. I just felt the need to put them in. If you like this story, But yeah, I suggest watching it to get a better idea of everything. It makes the experience much better in my opinion! :D Anyways, I best be off! Have a wonderful day everyone! Don't forget to read and review to let me know what you think! Oh, and one more thing, for those of my readers who are currently waiting for an update on POWER WITHIN. I'm planning to get that up sometime this week with any luck! Sorry for the wait on that! Please don't kill me! Anyways, R&R my lovely readers