Disclaimer: I do not own the matrix or any of it's characters, even the ones I create. The sun was high up in the sky, as Aires regained consciousness. "Where am I," Aires said aloud as the bright sun hit his blurry eyes. "Is this heaven?" The sun was shining, that was all he could see. A bright glimmer. He began to regain full consciousness, as his eyes became less blurry.

It wasn't difficult to see anymore, his vision was all clear, but as he looked around, he realized he had been here before. "The Matrix," he said in horror "How the fuck did I get back here? Did the machines bring me back to the fields? Was I reincarnated? Did they not pull the plug in time? Is this my soul's new place? The place where I have brought my mind for the rest of eternity?

He looked around, purveying his surroundings. He was in an abandoned park, almost a courtyard for the tenement that landlocked it. "Hello?" He said in a tepid tone, mustering up all his courage to make it a yell. He knew it was unlikely anyone had heard him. He sighed. Perhaps the answers would come, perhaps they wouldn't. Either way, he was not going to get out of whatever mess he thought he was in.

But soon thing changed. He was still in a somewhat dreamy state. Who else wore black suits with white ties? Who else moved on packs of threes? How foolish could he be?

As they came into a closer proximity, Aires began to realize who they were. Agents. The scum of the earth. On second thought, they weren't technically alive, so saying "scum of the earth" is incorrect. They're just awful scum. Aires drew his gun, but the agents didn't draw theirs. He moved closer, but they didn't move. He was truly horrified, as if he didn't know whether they were toying with him. He was within punching distance when one of them, Johnson said a word.

"Do you really think that shooting one of us will help you in the least," He said with a sneer "There'll still be two more of us. And besides, we're upgrades. You've got no shot."

"You're right; I've got no shot,"

It had to be a dream; the last sensation before death. At least that was what he hoped. Perhaps, if this was a dream, he would be invincible. And if it wasn't, confidence only helps, especially in the matrix. Aires felt calm as he made his decision.

Bam! The gunshots cry sounded so good; as Johnson's body hit the ground. Kicking the guns out of Johnson's partner's hands, he knew his survival rate was low. All he could do was run, and all he could run to was a nearby door; probably locked. It didn't matter, running to anything was better than waiting to die. He ran as fast as he could, as the agents routinely picked up their guns and blasting away. He just ran, dodging each bullet as if they were predisposed to miss. Just as he neared the door, an Asian man swung it open, grabbing Aires as a flurry of bullets hit the door.

"Come, the oracle is waiting," the man said, as he and Aires made their way down the completely white corridor.

"Who are you," Aires asked. The man pulled out a key which opened another door. As he made his way into the room, he gave Aires his answer.

"I am Seraph, guardian of the Oracle. I can take you to her. But first I must apologize." Seraph drew a sword and pointed it at Aires. Aires saw one just like it hanging behind him.

"You can't be serious," he said.