“Hey, what the hell is going on here?” GhostWhite said as he turned his head, sadly for him he couldn’t see anything due to the hood placed over his face.

He wasn’t sure what was going on with this scenario, he was only hoping it was some-ones stick idea of a joke, how wrong he was.

With a slight tug he felt the hood being taken off his head, what he saw rather alarmed him, two Agents right in front of him. The first words into his head would be something most people would completely agree with in his position Oh s***.

Trying to move his hands, he felt them meeting a cold metal both on his wrists and then what they were connected to, he was handcuffed to a chair, he felt trapped for the first time in a long, long time, he looked around at the room he was in, a typical official room, with a view of the city as it had been plunged into a darker night then most were used to. Several theories had been planted about the reasoning behind this, but GhostWhite knew the reasoning, it was the code bombings, they were starting to affect the matrix more and more, and the zombies, well that was easy, a virus combining the code that was destroyed during the bomb, it was simple enough, few it like dirty glue trying to attach the wrong pieces of a puzzle, and what do you get, zombies…

“Greetings Mr Evans.” The Agent standing in front of him who had removed the hood was speaking in a calm voice, he had black hair and a typical suit on, but for some reason GhostWhite didn’t feel a chill down his spin, until he looked at the second one, this one had brown hair, but the Black haired agent carried on speaking “My name is Agent Jones, I am here to ‘question’ you, my college here” he gestured towards the brown hair agent “His name is Agent Richards, he is here should we find your answers to be less then ‘useful’…” Agent Jones smiled slightly, which did nothing to help GhostWhite calm down.

GhostWhite’s eyes were darting around, his blood red whiteness hardly causing him problems anymore. Even though at first the blood-red was a problem for him, it was all part of a drug induced chemical reaction, it was only meant to cause him to hallucinate, but with ever drug there is some side effects, his eyes had bled whilst he had been pasted out, and the blood simply diluted the white’s of his eyes and changed the colour to the blood-red. He could feel the two Agents’s looking at him, he wasn’t going to enjoy what was coming and he knew it, but he wasn’t going to give them anything, even if it cost him his life, but he had a funny feeling he didn’t know anything about what they wanted anyways.

“Now, Mr Evans, recently we’ve noticed that you have been seen, several times in fact, with a certain individual who views himself a saviour of the Matrix, but only seeks to destroy it with code-bombs, something we find rather odd, considering your situation. We understand that you were destroyed by one of these bombs and yet… here you stand, alive and well.” Agent Jones paused for a moment as he turned to look at GhostWhite “Now, you might find this a most interesting question, but what were you doing consulting with a known terrorist and bomb user?”

GhostWhite took a second, maybe two to just look at Agent Jones, before he just broke into a smile “You Agents truly don’t have a clue do ya? I ain’t talking with that idiot, in fact I’d love to kill h---“ GhostWhite’s sentence was soon ended when a right hook from Agent Jones connected with his left eye, that was going to be a shiner and he knew it. Looking up at the Agent GhostWhite decided to finish his sentence anyways “I’d love to kill him, hell I doubt I’d raise a finger to save him…”

Agent Jones stood up fully once more, looking at Agent Richards for a moment before speaking calmly “Mr Evans, we are merely looking for your cooperation in this matter, lying to us will only make this difficult for all concerned…”

GhostWhite looked at Agent Jones for a moment “Look, you idiot of a machine, I don’t know ANYTHING about what you are talking about. I would much rather see him captured, burned and pissed on then help him survive a beating! He tried to kill me on a rooftop for crying out loud and most of his faction is out to get me, so you do the bloody maths and the--- AH!!!!!!!” For the second time in as many minutes, GhostWhite’s sentence was interrupted but this time it was from Agent Richards who brought a rather solid object into GhostWhite’s right arm, breaking it by the feel of it between the elbow and shoulder. His head dropped for a second, the pain seeking through his body, even though he didn’t want to, he felt tears beginning to appear in his eyes, dripping slightly down his face, he spoke as calmly as possible, though his voice was rather shaky to say the least “I t-t-told you… I don’t… know a-an-anything…”

“Then, perhaps he is of little use to use Agent Jones…” The ice cold venom in the voice almost made GhostWhite freeze in place, Agent Richards’ voice was just so emotionless is was almost scary, it was like he was built to never do anything wrong, never faultier, it was one of the most un-human voices an Agent could ever possess. GhostWhite raised his head to look at Agent Jones as he spoke “I Agree, take him to the holding cell with the other prisoner, we shall make sure he is kept comfortable until we have confirmation that we have a kill order…”

GhostWhite felt Agent Richards’ hand grab his broken arm; GhostWhite struggled not to let a sound of pain escape his lips as he was dragged into another room and the door was slammed shut behind him along with a sound of a lock door… Not good….

:: Transmission on Normal Frequency::

 Some of you may not know me, others of you might, that is not of major importance to me, what is though, is that you listen to my words, my story as it were, I want you to know what I know, I want you to see as I see, I want you to feel as I feel…

I don’t know how it started, but I fear this world will be the end of me. It is constantly changing, my world was full of the norm, and then the abnormal came into it. I was given a choice, one I did not regret ever; my path was meant to be my own from there one. But now, I find my fate being decided for me, not by me. I never wanted to be a ‘free-mind’. I never wanted to be part of this ‘real world’ or this ‘war, but it seems, that no matter what I’m destined to be a part of it. This is my story, it all began, not with a bang, no that is how the third chapter starts, sadly my story begins with a falling of a body, by my own hands no less.

I killed a man, he was not a ‘bad guy’ just… miss-lead, thinking he had the right to take some-one else’s life, I had to show him the error of his ways, he tried to throw me off a building roof-top, instead he only found himself come off that roof. I watched his body fall to the ground. Falling faster and faster, his body almost producing a current to follow, but then he hit the ground, and his body acted like a stone to water with the ground, causing ripples to echo through it, and objects to fall from it, I didn’t know at the time that these were fragments of code, but I witnessed it happen and from that moment on, my ‘self-awareness’ began.

I had been drawing a lot in my life, taking everything I could, people, cityscapes, bodies… dead or alive, the ocean, the sun, the moon, even shadows, but after that day, my drawings, they changed, I began to draw as normal, my pencil flowing across the page like it used to do, but when I looked down, the drawing was different, it was as though the buildings, the people, the environment was made out of those objects I had seen fade from the ripples, it was code-drawings… far more detailed then I ever could have made before everything. It was rather… disturbing.

My second chapter began with a knock from a Zion operative, they told me many things, what the matrix was, and how I was a self-awarer, explaining the things I could see and what they were, but then they explained the world beyond this one, the one that lead to Zion, to the machines, to the sewers, and I knew it was a world not for me, and so I refused… That was almost 3 and a half years ago…

But then, about 10 days ago, I watched, as a bomb imploded onto me, sucking me in, some people theorise that this is the reason I was not destroyed like so many that night, because I was sucked in, away from the blast, my code was destroyed but as a whole, so my mind could re-act as it did, and fully awakening me to the real world. But I will never forget the face I saw as I was ‘deleted’, those cold eyes, showing no emotion, even though he wore those sunglasses, I would never forget those eyes, that face…

I tell you my story because you need to know the truth, things are changing, but something’s will not. I will not change for them. I am here to show the world, matrix or not, that people will be protected, that those arming those bombs are to be destroyed and any of those who think that these bombers’s cause is just are equally responsible for the damage and pain they have caused!

I promise you this, and the matrix is my witness, I will not rest until these bombers are killed…

Watch out…

I’m coming…

::The feed dies::

((Feel free to comment In or Out of Character Oh if anyone is going to trace the feed, it will lead to a cell phone registered to GhostWhite, but its an old number that most would use a dead end, but feel free to play with the idea ^^))