Looking up at the green-flecked sky, Seraph spread his wings to fly.
From the corner of his eyes Seraph saw the swirling green glow of Smith hurdle towards him. Slamming into Seraph with his shoulder, Smith drove the winged man back, smashing through the door behind him in an explosion of wooden splinters. Seraph flew over the railing of a staircase and managed to flare his wings, catching himself after a two storey fall. Smith glanced over the edge and then sneered as he himself jumped down, landed and spotted a wingtip disappearing around the corner to the car park.
Seraph ran for his life, his powered eyes telling him the ceiling was too low for flying. Folding in his wings, Seraph hid behind a column and checked behind, or rather, through, the green rush that was his hiding place. He felt his spine chill.
Smith, noticeable by his ever present glow, was joined by four others. They too shone with the same intensity as Smith but for their dark, black sunglasses. Seraph stumbled back, knowing he could not hope to hide from five of these zombies at once. Crouching into a stance, Seraph readied himself... for the inevitable.
Their footsteps got closer. Seraph heard them; too perfect, in exact synchronisation, five people in the same step. They were nearly within line of sight. Seraph felt a bead of sweat drip from his brow.
Seven more feet... five more feet... three...
Without warning, something, no, someone, tall and wispy, burst from the floor before Seraph. Seraph almost cried out when the wispy ghost-like man solidified, his code growing stable, and half turned to him to put a finger to his lips with an arrogant smirk. Another ghost, a twin of the first, appeared and solidified right next to his brother, his dreadlocks whipping around as he too half turned. Grinning, the two looked at each other and reached into their pockets, pulling out straight razors which they flipped open.
"Le's get'em," said the twin on the right.
"I hav'nt killed me 'n Agent in a long time," replied the other.
The two turned incorporeal and ran to engage the 'agents' before Seraph could ask them who they were, but Seraph had heard more people heading towards his direction. An agent upon seeing the Twins lifted his hand to some sort of earpiece and exclaimed "Exiles! Bring in more reinforcements!"
The Twins leapt at the reporting agent and slashed savagely at him, but the agent dodged so quickly that Seraph could see several afterimages of code. Two of the other agents ran to assist, but a blur of a man flew past and knocked them flying. The blur swept through the ranks when Seraph realised that one of the Agents was fleeing: on a closer look it turned out to be Smith. Seraph allowed himself a sigh of relief, letting down his guard, when an agent grabbed him from behind; one hand over his mouth to muffle his voice, the other hand plunged through his chest.
Seraph screamed in silence as the electrical shock ripped through his body. He felt a sudden disconnection from the universe and his eyes, his eyes were free of their blazing green glow and had turned to brown. Seraph was almost overloaded with this new sense: He could See! Colours he never knew existed bombarded him and he shut his eyes in agony, willing it to stop. To Seraph the short, milliseconds-long encounter felt like hours, until someone pulled the Agent off him moments before he was converted.
Persephone lightly tugged at the Agent's shoulder, startling him. The Agent whipped his head around to see her applying a coat of lipstick, and she pulled him close, kissing him on the mouth hungrily. The Agent made a choking sound, then fell limp to the ground and faded away. A blur stopped short next to her, and a Frenchman lightly put his arm around Persephone's waist.
"The Kiss of Death," noted the Merovingian. "I never get tired of seeing that."
Persephone had her eyes closed in pleasure. "Nor I, my love. It's amazing how good an agent tastes," she said, her tongue lightly touching her lip. She indicated the limp winged body slumped on the floor. "What are we going to do with him?"
The Merovingian summoned the Twins towards him with a click of his fingers, and they reluctantly finished off the last standing agent with a savage slash, beheading him. The Merovingian gestured with his head and the Twins picked up Seraph roughly.
The Merovingian frowned. "Careful with him! That is no way to treat the One!"