Haha... Damn. It's been awhile since I been on. I'm so sorry. I've been to busy ans lazy to do anything at all. Damn... Well anyway... Right now, I am in love with Custom Robo again. Well the one for the gamecube though. So I decided to make a story on it. A dramatic love story. Ooooooohhh. Anyway, hope you enjoy the prologue. Have fun! And sorry for the long disappearance. Also, I'll give out the hero's name later. I'm too lazy to right now. :P

Oh yeah, for the people who read my previous stories, I'm trying to work on them too. But right now, my main project is working on this story. I'm sorry.

DISCLAIMER- I didn't make Custom Robo and nor am I associated with it. I'm just a normal average boy with his own complex problems. :/

Please Don't Leave

Prologue

A man runs through the streets of the night. He runs. And keeps on running. He stops and hides in an alleyway. He tries to catch his breathe. His eyes are wide and he's sweating a lot.

"W-What the fuck happened...?" He asked himself.

He remembers all the dead bodies hitting the floor. No pulse. They're not even breathing. They're dead. A single life form did this. He remembers all the metallic, reddish wires all over that little tiny life form. That thing did that.

He remembers how it slowly came towards him. How it slowly floated towards him. It was the Grim Reaper to him. The God of Death. It came for him. He just shitted on himself.

He remembers. He remembers what took place. And he was the only person who came out and survived.

He felt an anonymous wind blowing. He shivered and he turned around. There it was. Staring at him. Looking at him in the eyes.

"O-Oh no. Y-Y-You're not going to g-g-g-g-get me," he said quietly.

It said nothing. It was going to battle.

"If that's what you want, THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO GET!!!" He screamed as dived.

And in a couple of seconds, he fell to the ground. Just like how someone punches one straight between the eyes. No pulse. Nothing. And that thing takes it leave.

In the police station. Inside the chief's office.

"What's the report?," The chief asked.

"It's not good," Roy said as he threw the report on the wooden desk, "15 deaths. 1 in an alleyway. 14 in a room. All of them died because of massive brain trauma."

Roy's face darkened. His hair overshadowing his face.

"Jesus Christ..." the chief's face paled.

"Yes..." Roy muttered.

"You're excused Roy," the chief said as turned his chair around to look at the wall.

"Yes sir," he walked slowly out.

"One more thing Roy."

"Yes?"

"Be careful."

"Yes sir. Oh yeah. Should I contact the Steel Hearts?"

"Yes."

"Yes sir."

Roy left and closed the door slowly.

"Where are you? This time we truly need you..." the chief asked as he looked at a group picture of the Steel Hearts and the elite police force and at a particular gray haired boy.

"But... It's understandable why you left. It was too much. You couldn't take it. So you left. If only... If only..." he sighed, "If only none of that ever happen..."

He looked at the picture so more and he slightly smiled. The gray haired boy was smiling and holding a girl with a tiny frame in his arms. She too was smiling and it looked like she was laughing when that picture was made.

The chief sighed again. And looked over the report/

"Does time always love to repeat itself...?"

He closed it.

"It's the second coming."

To be continued.

Hope you liked it everyone! Sorry if they were any mistakes! LATER! PM or review if you like and I'll try to respond!