POV you're Agent Smith and you spot your colleagues having a cigarette break🙂↕️
I loved the reference so much and it gave me massive Jones x Brown vibes so I had to draw them like this😼 I believe it's super interesting that not only their personalities would be a contrast to one another but also the colors in which they are lighted in 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
You remembered it well. A man with dark skin. Long black trench coat. Glasses you were able to see behind. He called too you. After you left your work already overwhelmed and overworked. He knew your name yet you never met him before. It freaked you out. He told you about the matrix. He explained everything too you. It's not like you didn't believe him. Some part of you knew he was right deep down.
He gave you a choice. The red pill or the blue pill. You wanted to be left alone. You were tired and frustrated. You slapped the pills out of his hands, not entirely trusting him. Storming off back to you home. Leaving him behind it began to rain slowly. You walked till you reached an under pass. Watching as the rain grew heavy, hitting the ground with more force each second. Frustration began to boil over until you were interrupted by a black car pulling up beside you. Three men in dark grey suits and glasses you couldn't see though got out of the car.
The man Infront of you that you would later learn name was agent smith. Spoke to you.
"miss y/n, we have reason to believe you have been in contact with a dangerous criminal by the name of Morpheus. Please come with us, it's for your own safety"
You don't know why but you trusted him. Allowing yourself to take his outreach hand as he led you to the back of the car. When you got back to the building you learned all their names and they gave you another run down on the matrix. Since you didn't take the blue pill you still remembered all the information Morpheus told you.
Agent smith gave you a choice. Help them, l leave your job and have everything you needed provided for. You obviously took that offer. It took smith the longest to warm up too you though he was always a gentleman. Brown was always asking questions wanting to know your opinion on everything. Every question he asked, no matter the answer you gave was always followed up by 'but why?'
Jone....well.....was like a wall. He would act as a physical shield for you and took things to head on. If you were doubled over in pain due to something like the flu. And said "ugh I've been stabbed" this man would whip his head round so fast and move to your side you're convinced you didn't see him move. You always had to be incredible transparent with him.
Hanging with them was always nice....it's a shame it was all over.
Reality comes crashing back when the stinging in your abdomen only gets worse. Hands naturally moving to hold the area only to come back up to your line of vision covered in blood. Something happened. It happened so fast you didn't even have time to realise until it was too late.
A bomb went off or something. And bits of shrapnel flew everywhere and dust from the old building kicked up. You looked down slowly. Seeing a large bit of metal lodged in your abdomen wheezing slightly as your knees slowly gave away causing you to fall down onto your back. You didn't hit the floor hard. Like you had slowly be lowered onto the floor.
Looking up blinking away the tears and fuzzyness. Seeing smith as one hand pressed firmly into your side to stop the bleeding as one hand rested behind your head preventing you from slamming it into the floor.
You laughed weakly only to break out in a harsh cough. Smith wasn't looking at you as he focused on your wound pulling your top up to see the damage. You pressed a firm hand onto his chest in an attempt to push him away. This caught his attention as he looked up at you.
"Don't watch me die, i won't let this be your last memory of me"
You coughed up more. Something strange happened that you never thought would happen as Smith's hand rubbed your cheek bone. With an almost tenderness too it.
"this won't be, if I have anything to do with it"
Everything in-between that seems fuzzy. Unable to recall even moving. For a moment you thought you had died. Was this what death was like? Remembering your last moment. There was so much you wanted-"Ow!"
You groaned and tried to sit up. Eyes opening as you were firmly shoved back down. There was a sharp cling of metal on metal and gloves coming off. You vision coming back too you slowly. Brown had his back too you as he had discarded the metal shrapnel into a sterile tray. And was now removing his gloves. You were laying on the sofa inside the office you became so familiar with these past few months
Jones was kneeling next to you. His own blazer discarded over your knees as a blood filled IV linked your arm to his as blood traveled though it. It was almost like he could hear your thoughts.
"my blood is universal, it adapts. Don't worry"
He murmured as he ran his thumb over your forehead. Smith was by the large glass window. Hands behind his back as he looked out. Unmoving. Silent. Scary. Brown then came back into view.
"you almost died"
He mumbled as he put on a fresh pair of gloves and began to put small amount sof pressure around your wound looking for a reaction.
"don't have to tell me that. I was there"
I joked seemingly to raise my own mood and no one elses.smith snapped his head over to you.
"Don't joke like that"
He stated firmly as he faced you but made no move to come any closer.
"you are no longer going on mission"
He stated as if it was a fact. The others seemed to agree but made no move to speak up.
"what you ca-N'T!"
You whined as brown out pressure to close to your wound. He quickly apologised as Smith spoke up.
"we will give you paper work. Keep you busy"
"I don't want paper wo-RK! Are you doing that on purpose!?"
You asked brown as he put too much pressure again. He said nothing. In his terms that was a yes. Telling you silently to just shut up. Yet also showing his point but reminding you of your injury.
"you don't have a choice in the matter"
Jones shifted beside you as he pulled the iv out of his own arm but kept it in yours. He began to fiddled with the end of the iv as he pressed a liquid into it.
"this isn't a conversation you are involved in. Just go to sleep"
As the liquid hit your IV you felt your eyes grow heavy as your head loled to one side as your eyes shut.
