Hey, what's up people? It's Fenrir back with a new story. This idea came just came to me somewhat randomly a few days ago. I'm also basing a Halloween costume on this story. Pretty cool, huh? Anyways, here's the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Seinfeld. I do not own the Matrix. I do, however, own the Kratrix.

The Search

It had been one year. One year since Jerry and Elaine disappeared without a trace. Neither of their apartments yielded any clues as to where they went, if it was a case of kidnapping, or anything else. Nobody could give any information as to their whereabouts the day of their disappearance either. A countrywide search had been started to find the two, but after a while the search parties lost hope and Jerry and Elaine were presumed dead. Everyone gave up on the search, save one man. Cosmo Kramer.

Kramer toiled for days on end searching the Internet for leads about where his two friends could possibly be. He came across several stories where Jerry or Elaine were rumored to have been spotted. Each time was in a different part of the country. Though something struck Kramer as odd. In every description he read it said that whichever of the two was spotted, they were always wearing long black leather jackets and always seemed to vanish, as if into thin air, always near an area that contained a payphone. Something didn't seem right, but Kramer couldn't quite place what…

It was late afternoon and Kramer was searching tirelessly for any new stories of sightings of Jerry or Elaine. After several minutes of searching, he found nothing and reclined back in his chair. He had hardly left his apartment over the course of the past year and as a result, his skin became pale to the point where it was almost white, and his hair was even more unkempt than usual. He seemed somewhat thinner as well. But he didn't care. All he cared about was finding Jerry and Elaine.

Kramer rubbed his chin as he stared at the computer screen, lost in thought.

Everywhere these two are spotted, they always disappear near a payphone, he thought to himself That can't possibly be coincidence…

Kramer continued to think for a while, not aware of anything else. That is until a knock on his door caused him to stumble out of his reverie, as well as his chair. Kramer picked himself up and called "Come in."

The door opened and George walked in. Unlike Kramer, his appearance had not changed at all over the last year, and was still as bald and portly as ever.

"Good God, Kramer, are you still looking for Jerry and Elaine?" he asked.

"Well, who else is going to?" retorted Kramer.

"They're probably dead, so what use is it?"

"Hey, they've been spotted all over the country."

"Those were probably just people who looked like them."

"Wearing the same thing and disappearing in similar areas every time?"

"I'll admit that's weird. But you really need to take a break every now and then if you're so determined. You look terrible."

"I do not." Kramer walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and stumbled back in surprise. He walked back into the living room.

"Okay, so I don't exactly look my best at the moment." said Kramer. George only shook his head.

"Look, I'm going down to the coffee shop for a bit. You wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna search some more."

George shook his head again. "Whatever. I'll at least bring you back a sandwich or something." And with that he left.

Kramer sat down in his chair and lost himself in thought once more.

George entered the coffee shop and made his way over to his usual table. He sat down and looked sadly at the empty seats. With Jerry and Elaine missing and Kramer holed up trying to find them, he felt a sense of loneliness. He sighed as he waited for the waitress.

At that moment, a figure clad in a long black leather coat and sunglasses entered and spotted George. He walked over and sat down. George recognized the man immediately and felt his jaw drop. The man smiled pleasantly at George.

"Afternoon, Georgie-boy." he said.

George didn't respond, but continued to stare open-mouthed at the person across from him.

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Well, that's the first chapter. I know it doesn't seem like the Matrix right now, but it'll progress into that. I plan to try to have this span the whole trilogy, with a few twists of course. Please review on your way out.