Heavy Metal!
Prologue
By MEGAMANX411
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction about a fan character of mine named Metal. Another fan character of mine named Goth will also be implemented. I will still employ the other Mega Man X elements, and this will take place around the same time as Mega Man X8 and Mega Man X: Command Mission in terms of the series chronology. Mega Man X may be property of Capcom, but Metal and Goth are mine. I also have some fanart of both characters (if you want to see it, just e-mail me).
A group of reploids were congregating in the dark alleyway. They all were civilian class reploids, so they were obviously not fit for battle in the least. They each looked around nervously, and then attended to their own business. One with plain grey body armor and blonde hair took out some force metals. Illegal force metals at that.
"Is that..?" one reploid asked, his voice filled with intrigue.
"Yeah, it's pure, that's for sure. You buying?" the grey reploid asked, looking side to side nervously.
The other two reploids looked at each for a moment. The first one was bulky and had a rather masive build. He had green armor, and short black hair. The other reploid had purple armor and long green hair. He was quite small, and nervously looked side to side. It was obvious that he didn't want to be caught in dealings with illegal materials. All of the sudden, from the shadows, emerged another reploid. He slowly walked from the darkness, and the only thing that gave away his presence was the faint sound of his footstep. The other three reploids instinctively tensed up and shot a look over towards the sound off the incoming figure.
"Who are you?" the three reploids asked in unison.
The lone figure didn't reply. He merely took a step forward, and his form was revealed a bit more as he walked into the light. He appeared as Mega Man X did...but something was odd about him. His armor was black as night, with silver streaks adorning him. He had some symbols on him that represented anarchy, and black hair came out from the front of his helmet, eclipsing his right eye. His left eye, which was visible, had a dark spot under it, like he hadn't rested for weeks. Overall, he resembled a dark, brooding, gothic-like X. He appeared emotionless, completely indifferent to what was going on. The reploid who was selling the illegal force metal then got the idea that this new person must be interested in buying.
"Hey...you here to buy the force metal?" he asked, his voice rather raspy.
The figure smirked. As he did so, a fang was revealed. The reploids became rather creeped out at this turn of events, and started to back away.
"Peace sells..." the figure muttered, looking at his arm cannon.
All of the sudden, a spiked ball emerged from his arm cannon, and it rested just on top of it. The figure smirked as he stared the other reploids down.
"But I ain't buying."
He launched the spiked ball from his buster and it vaulted through the air with amazing speed. The ball was attached to a chain that was linked to his buster, and the spikes on the ball were coated with a thin layer of energy. A highly illegal weapon that had rarely been seen before, especially considering the Maverick Hunters usually retired anyone that had it. The reploid who was selling the force metal was struck with the weapon and it ripped a gaping hole in his chest. The reploid looked back at the figure with wide eyes, but he only saw that wicked grin. The weapon then came flying back and smashed the reploid in the back of the head, sending synthetic reploid blood everywhere. The reploid's metallic body was crushed instantly, and its innards spilled out. The other two reploids looked horrified at this turn of events. They just stood there, shivering. They were too scared to even move. This reploid...this demon of a reploid, just smiled at them.
"Who...who are you?" one screamed, trying to back away.
"Metal. Call me...Metal," the figure replied, still smirking.
"Please...you have the force metal...just spare us!" the other shouted.
Metal shook his head slowly. The spiked ball then returned to his buster, and he aimed it at them. His face showed a certain sadistic glee in his work, and it horrified the other reploids to no end.
"Apparently, you misunderstand the situation. If I'm in possession of highly illegal equipment, I can't afford to leave witnesses," Metal hissed, preparing another attack.
The other two reploids tried to run, but before they got anywhere, Metal ripped through them with another one of his attacks. This time, the weapon rammed straight into one of the reploids' arms, completelytearing through it. The reploid screamed as he clutched his bloody limb. Luckily, the other reploid brought a weapon along with him. Of course, because he often dealt with illegal weapons, he thought it would be better to bring along something to fight with. It was an adamantium blade coated with a thin layer of energy, a deadly weapon in the right hands. Metal just chuckled, as if this turn of events didn't faze him at all.
"What's so funny? That weapon of yours isn't indestructable..." the reploid stammered, raising his weapon high.
Metal continued his assault, reducing the injured reploid to nothing but a messy heap of synthetic blood and circuitry. But what was more eerie...was that he was laughing as he did so. The last reploid tried to strike at Metal with his sword, but Metal brought up his spiked ball weapon to block it.
"This weapon is made of an adamantium-titanium alloy mixture. In other words, it is indestructable. Tell you what..let's play a game. I call it "Countdown to Extinction." You interested...? I bet you are!" Metal replied, mocking the other reploid.
Metal then walked towards the other reploid and got right in his face. He kept that sadistic grin on his face which sent shivers up the reploid's spine.
"3..."
The reploid's eyes shot wide open as he saw Metal was preparing another attack. The reploid quickly dropped his weapon and ran for it.
"2..."
The reploid ran faster, trying to get away from Metal. Soon, after a little effort, the reploid noticed that Metal was no longer behind him. He stopped and tried to catch his breath. He then felt a hand touch his shoulder.
"1. Time's up," a voice hissed.
The reploid tried to escape, but Metal grabbed his head and tore it off like paper. The reploid's body fell to the ground, lifeless. Metal just stood there, proud of his handiwork, and nabbed whatever the reploids had on them, whether it was illegal goods or Zenny. As Metal walked away, a nearby computer screen showed the silhouette of a figure. The image was blurred and skewed, but even that was a major development because getting a picture identification of this criminal was quite a feat. The screen had a bounty on it, and a rather big one at that. The screen read:
Name: Metal
Age: Unknown
Reploid Class/Model: Unknown
Height/Weight: Unknown
Specifications: Unknown
Occupation: Unknown
Crimes: Class D property damage, theft, grand theft auto, homocide, arson, also said to be in possession of a horde of stolen goods
Status: Highly dangerous Maverick, report any and all activity if spotted
Bounty: 2 billion Zenny
