Here is my Fan Fiction, I hopr you enjoy it.
Sorry it is so short, I will have lobger chapters later

Chapter 1:

The sun arose from the mountains, as the sky remained blue. Hitman was looking at this happening, while standing. He knew that this image wasn't real, because he was inside the matrix. He knew that in the real world, the sun never rose, for the sky was the void of all light. The only lights seen in the real world, were that of the fields, and that of the towers of the matrix itself. Hitman continued to look on at the sun, when he was interupted by his phone ringing. "Yeah?," said Hitman. "We have a problem," said Jetfire, but before he could finish, Hitman interrupted, "I know." Jetfire responded with a question, "Well did you know that it isn't Smith that is the problem, it's something I have never seen before?" Hitman didn't know that, so he was honest in saying, "No." "Didn't think so," Jetfire said sarcastically while continuing, "Welsch and 7th, go" Neo hung up the phone, and looked toward the sun once more an whispered, "I wish I could see you in the real." With that, he crouched down.

Hitman felt the ground he was on. Ripples began to appear around where he was standing, like that of a pond, if something disturbs the water. The ripples continued to grow, as Hitman prepared to break all the rules of the matrix, as he had done so many times before, and fly, for the umpteenth time. Hitman started feeling light as a feather, and springboarded from his crouching position straight into the air, and never stopped. Hitman flew like the wind, as he continued to gain speed. He knew exactly where Welsch and 7th was, and was there in a matter of seconds. He landed on the ground gracefully, and stood up. Looking around, he saw buildings, but nothing else. No cars, no people, nothing except buildings. Hitman was puzzled at what was going on. He began walking down the street slowly, knowing what was going on around him, so having no need to look.

Hitman's vision of the matrix was that of code, so everything he saw was green, with the exception of a few programs, like Seraph, the Architecht, the Oracle, the Merovingian, the Twins, and Smith with all his clones. They were different color coding, because they were special programs, or viruses that were a part of the matrix. Since Hitman can only control the matrix, those programs were unable to be controlled by him. So when he had fought Seraph, as a test, Seraph was able to block evrything that Hitman had thrown at him. He never fought the Twins, but he fought all of the associates of the Merovingian, and they were somewhat of a challenge. Smith was by far the ultimate challenge when it came to fighting, because he had so many clones of himself.

Hitman stopped walking and turned to his right, because something unusual had caught his attention. One of the buildings was a different coding than that of the matrix itself. It was a black coding. 'How very odd, ' Hitman thought to himself, as he walked toward it. He approached the doors, and they automatically opened. Hitman, not allowing anything inside the matrix to scare him, just continued walking until he was at the doors. He could only see black inside the building. He walked in very slowly until he was standing a foot inside of the building. The doors behind him closed suddenly, and Hitman turned around to see them close. He watched as the black coding in the room started to dissapear, replaced by a pure white. Hitman turned back around to see that all of the coding had dissapeared, and he was in a room of complete white. Hitman said out loud, "Well, I seem to get myself in trouble more times that humanly possible." "Who says your human?, " came a voice from behind him. Hitman turned around and saw someone standing behind him.

The dock of Zion was a very busy place, and for good reason. They would be attacked at midnight, by a swarm of quarter of a million sentinels. The dock had no ships in it, due to the fact that almost all of them were taken out by an EMP blast, and destroyed by the sentinels that were on their way to Zion. Only a few ships remained. The APU's were inside the dock, and mobilized on their lift platform. Unit volunteers and unit regulars were hustling about performing thier tasks. APU's were being prepped, loaded, and shipped up to the next area for more various tests. Captain CraHan, who was the APU core leader was standing in front of all the APU's. He was surveying the area, and saw Haxxor, a veteran of fighting sentinels like he was, and said, "You know, age only brings about wisdom." Haxxor looked up and responded, "Well in all my years the only wisdom I have is this." Haxxor motioned like he was firing from one of the APU's. CraHan laughed, and Haxxor walked away, having to do some business, while chuckling.

General Yakov was surveying the scene feom the dock station, and was having a discussing with General WildCard. "Do you think the dock will hold?," asked Yakov. "If it does, it is because of them," replied WildCard while pointing toward all the people that were hustling about. Yakov sighed, "I sure as hell hope so." "What about Hitman?" Both Yakov and WildCard turned to see Counsellor Truth walk in. "What about Hitman?," asked Yakov retorically. "He is the One, he can save us, I know he can," said the Counsellor. "Began your pardon Counsellor, but I believe you are wrong, miracles don't exist," said WildCard. "I know they exist, because we have all been freed from the matrix, so there is a miracle," Truth responded. WildCard looked a little embarressed by the comment she had just told him, and said, "I guess I am wrong about my statement, miracles can happen, I hope you can forgive me Counsellor." Truth nodded her head in a yes motion, saying she would. Yakov continued to look out the window, "Regardless of miracles or not, if we don't hold the dock, we will have a nightmare on our hands, and machines arent forgiving."

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OK, so I'm sitting here at my computer grinning from ear to ear like a friggin' idiot, but I have to say that (for obvious reasons) I really enjoyed this!

Aside from the obvious, though, i really like this start...you've got some real skills there buddy...keep it up...even if you don't keep me as the One... ;)

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Nice start.....very interesting. I'm really interested to see where this is going Haxxor, but it's a great start- and again, another angle that's different to those before it. Where do you guys get the creativity and inspiration from? But Counsellor Truth? Now that was a stroke of genius ;)

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ah, finally I read your work. very nice Haxxor in the words of FYM ,"can I play too?"

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...Indeed, an intrigueing parallel that runs very close to the original. I wonder what plans you have back there...and where am I?!

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Wow that's amazing. That's the best story I've read on fan fiction, aside from The Other Blue Pill by Hitman. Good work!

P.S. How do you do the Thumbs Up emoticon?

Oh and MacLeod? LOL! Funny signature;)

Use the edit button to make those two posts one, Agent_Drake.
Here is another installment of my story. I know it is short, but creativity is a long proccess.

Hitman turned around to see a woman wearing a black trenchcoat, like his, with the exception that it was leather. The woman was very young, and had black sunglasses on. She walked with her arms folded in front of her, and with absolute confidence. The woman stopped a few feet from Hitman and took off her sunglasses. "Hello Hitman," the woman extended her arm to shake Hitman's hand. "Who are you?," asked a surprised Hitman, who didn't put his arm out. The woman, got the jist of it, and put her arm back as well. "I am what you would call a guide." "A guide to what?," asked the now surprised/confused Hitman. "Like all the other ones before you, your still like the rest of them, not too bright. Always asking for the who, the what, the why, and the when. Never focusing on the now." Hitman took insult to it but before he could say anything she interrupted, "Before you say anything about me insulting you, and get all defensive, let me ask you a question." Hitman nodded his head in agreement. "Do you know what your purpose is?" Hitman shook his head no. "Ok, now if you want to tell me not to insult you, I wont't," said the woman "Forget about the insult, we are all sometimes not too bright. What is my purpose?," said a now intrigued Hitman. She had known he was going to tell her not to insult him, and he was curious to find out how. "Before you do, however, I would like to know what your name is." The woman replied, "I am Oracle2.0, but you can call me O2."

Machine gun fire spewed from every direction as the Anomaly sped as fast as it could toward Zion. The ship was being chased by a swarm of one thousand sentinels. Inside the bridge, Captain MacLeod was strapped in for his life, while trying to steer the ship as fast as he could. "Come on ye' piece of **** ship, work!," MacLeod said violently as the ship shook from hitting a part of the tunnel. "If you call her bad names, she isn't going to cooperate with you," said second in command FreeYourMind. "I know how me ship will handle this kind o predicament me young lad." FYM just sat there and continued plotting out logistics into the computer, so that MacLeod could fly the ship with relative ease. Inside the gun turret room, four people sat inside chairs, and two people were loading more and more bullets. because the swarm wasn't getting any smaller. The gunners were Choi, Akender, BackDoor, and JimmerB83. No one knew why he chose an 83 after his name, but he told the crew, and everyone he meets, that it makes him feel unique, and special. The two loaders were unit volunteers by the names of Lol and Ping. JimmerB was humming a song while killing sentinels, which it sounded like the theme song to a smash hit game way back when humanity never even had thought about AI. It was the theme song to Mario, and he was just humming it while firing away at the squiddies. Choi and BD both looked over at him, then quickly back to their screens. Jimmer knew that they wanted him to stop, so he did. The intercom system came on and MacLeod's voice cam into the room. "We will not be returning to Zion, we have way too many sentinels on our back to bring them toward home, when they need to focus on the larger force. We wil however, fire our EMP, and then recharge our ship, and go up to broadcast depth, to go into the matrix again. That is all, keep on firing," as the intercom clicked off. "It is easy for him to say, we are all back here risking our lives, I thing he has the cushy job," BD said sarcastically. "Yeah, he does have the best chair on this ship, but that doesn't come without a price," spoke Choi, who then looked back at his screen, continuing to fire. Akender was having so much fun, he just shouted out, "Wooooo hoooooo!!!!!, This is awesome, I got thirty squiddies killed, I bet I can kill more than any of you before we use the EMP blast." The words of Akender just seemed to lift the spirits of everyone who all resonded with, "Oh Yeah?", or "Your on". The two loaders smiled as they continued loading more bullets. The four all sat at their gunning seat's smiling, and not thinking about the horrors of the war, but of the time spent best with people that care about them. This battle they would be upon them in less then seven hours would be a battle not just for them, but for the ones they loved.

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yea! thank you Haxxor!

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Nice Haxxor! good work!

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