It was night time in New York City and it was starting to rain, the sounds of thunder rumbled the skies above. Lightning danced and created a festival of lights. this had woke Kevin up, he was apparently laying in his bed and then he jumped up quickly feeling his stomach. It had been a bad dream right? He didn't go to work, but, he looked at his pants and noticed he was still in his suit. This wasn't a dream and something did in fact happen to him.
That's when there was a knock at the door, Kevin looked at the door for a moment, he slowly made his way towards the door breathing calmly in fear that there was a shooter on the other end. His calmness soon became fear, and that fear made him grab a snub nose Colt .45 that was hidden in his nightstand. Knowing that the gun was loaded he inched his way closer and closer to the door.
There was the knock once. more.
"I'm looking for a Mr. Anderson." A womanly voice called out.
That woman was looking for him so he quickly grabbed the door handle with the gun behind his back. Slowly he swallowed hard and gripped tightly. He could hear the tumblers inside the doorknob being turned as he had done so. Inch by inch he had opened a door, and much to his surprise stood a girl who was dressed in blue jeans and a spring time top, standing there with her hands in his pocket.
"Are you Mr. Anderson?" She asked.
She was an English girl, he could manage that from the accent that she had. She was rather fit and she had a fire in her green eyes. Kevin opened the door slower. "Yes I am Mr. Anderson, who's asking?" Kevin said.
"May I come in, this is a rather, private matter sir." She said with a smile, He cheeks grew into a faint blush.
"Yeah sure." Kevin said opening the rest of the door and sliding his .45 into the back of his suit trousers. "What can I do you for?"
"Well, firstly, introductions, I know who you are, and I know almost everything there is to know about you." She started then brushed her self off to be proper. "Everyone calls Rabbit."
White Rabbit, he thought to himself.
"Look, I would rather keep it simple. You have been looking for a man, who you spent the last few years looking for, but this man, has been looking for you, for ages. In short, Vicarius is looking for you." She said shifting her stance to lean against the door. "The problem is, you're in grave danger, words, cannot describe how much trouble you're really in."
"Wh-what do you mean? I don't understand." Kevin said.
"Every night about this time, you do your research on him, you've hacked away into numerous computers to gain restricted files. I know who you are Eon." She said beaming at him with her green eyes "I would discuss more, but I must leave now, but parting words. He has answers, you just need to ask the right ones."
With that she left the room and before Kevin could do anything to stop her, she had vanished from sight.
Killswitch had planted the bud, that would soon grow into the flower that it needed, the world needed The One. It needed Eon. This would be the ultimate test of his life, Keven, slowly closed the door behind him. He placed his hand on the door and looked down at the floor. Things were happening all too quickly and he was unsure if he was ready for that, With a sigh he looked at his computer then back at the door. Kevin, walked over to his bed and took of everything except his boxers and white tee shirt. He bent over and found a pair of shorts he wore to bed the night before. After he was finished in changing clothes he walked over and moved his mouse to his computer and woke the screen up.
It was a minute or so after, that, Kevin pulled up a document that was labelled as "NOTEPAD" and he sat there staring at the screen for a moment. Kevin cleared his mind and then typed out "Who am I?" "Is this all a dream?"

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The Echo's of the Matrix
Science FictionThis is a fan fiction of The Matrix series, it happens later on after The Matrix Revolution. This follows the sons of Neo and Morpheus, so please, please enjoy it so far, and leave me comments and ideas and I hope I can integrate them as I write thi...