I decided to do a bit of the Matrix storyline from an Eyewitness' perspective. Let me know what you think.
I remember the day my mother was possessed like it was yesterday. We where walking in the market, getting some groceries. It was like any other day we went shopping there. People would try to sell us things for which we had no use and mother would say "No Hun this nice man is not a nice man." And I would know instantly what she meant. We would by salad, tomatoes, some other vegetables and some little things needed around the house. Times where tough back then, we couldn't afford all this expensive stuff from the super market so we went to the street markets. What a mistake that was.
We where walking as always, when all of the sudden we heard gunshots. I couldn't see what was happening but my mother could see over the crowd in front of us. She was holding my hand tight. I couldn't see here face because the grocery bag was covering it. I was afraid. I held her hand tightly and she held back. I could see between the legs of the crowd in front of me and watched this man in black run from two men in suits. My mother let go of me. I turned to look her in the face but the grocery bag was still covering it.
The grocery bag fell and there was no longer my mother, but a nice man that was not nice, he had a gun and he was shooting at the man in black. I was in shock, I remember falling on my knees and calling my mother, but she never came, the man in the suit looked at me briefly and then ran along in the same direction as the others. I sat there calling my mother but she never came.
Two days later the police came to my grandmother's house, where I had been staying until my mother was found. They where talking with her trying not to let me hear but the walls and doors of the apartment was thin. They had found my mother. She had been found dead somewhere on the street. There was no sign of murder or any reason for death, period. But I knew what had happened. The demon in the suit that possessed my mother had left the body again but taken her soul. It has been 9 years now and I am 18, but I will never stop searching for my mother, even though the body is found and dead, I think her soul lives on somewhere. I was told one man could give me an answer. His name is Neo.
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