There was a shiver in the middle of the night. A voice. A chilling voice in his ear. Destroy him. He's in your way. It kept repeating. Blues found himself in a black and white room painted red. Splotches of red all across the floor. Streaming from his victim's arms. He screamed and tried to yell for help. It was all for naught. He'd broken the man. He was screaming begging for mercy. Protoman simply just smirked and shot his blast. Right through the chest. The man suddenly got quiet and passed out from lack of blood. He stopped breathing in that instant. Protoman snickered and climbed out the window into the night. It was then that Protoman opened his eyes.

When he'd opened them he was inside of his room. The house was quiet as usual except for the heat system that was on. Protoman felt his head. For some reason he'd went to sleep with his armor on except for his helmet which was tossed on the floor. His scarf was practically strangling him. He threw in on the dresser and laid back down. His head was killing him. The armor felt heavier than usual. It was the second time that there was a dream like that one. He could remember the dream in intense detail. It haunted him throughout the day. Protoman was a realist who deemed himself too old to be having murderous nightmares. Protoman shook it off. He got up and turned on the Tv a bit tired of it being quiet in the house for some reason he'd felt alone. So Protoman went in the bathroom. When he'd looked in the mirror to observe how horrid his hair looked...he noticed something...there was a slash cut on his face...where did it come from? Protoman thought back to last night.

He'd did his regular rounds around the city making sure no scumbag got past the law. There wasn't anything...really off about it. In fact he could remember returning home. What could've scratched his face? Suddenly there was a flash in his mind about a man. Some pretencious bitch ass man. He'd had a knife...but Protoman couldn't really remember a time when he used it. The more Blues tried to remember the encounter...the more it was fuzzy. Protoman eventually just put it at the back of his mind. The face cut was nothing...It would go away.

Protoman undressed to find even more of those little scratches. They were on his arms, chest and legs. Harder and harder protoman tried to remember. Nothing...now he couldn't even remember the man's face. Protoman was silently freaking out to himself as he got in the shower. He sat and thought for a second. The more he thought the less he remembered. Until finally he just gave up. Shit happens. He'd get over it. Scars would heal...where's a E-tank when you needed one? In the kitchen. After putting on different clothes Protoman grabbed an E-tank and sat down on the couch and looked at the television. The news lady was talking about some crazy courtroom drama about some dude named Apollo Justice punching out this Prosecutor named Blackquill. Protoman slightly laughed at this. The media always had some stuff to say about the court room...but it was the first time this dude came up. He looked a bit young to be a lawyer...Protoman had always pictured lawyers as old smug men. But hey the sterotype had to be broken eventually. Suddenly there was a change in the news pace. The man on the news spoke.

" A man named Xavier Pain found dead inside of his apartment last night. He was found with horrible knife marks all on his skin. The cause of death seems to be a plasma blast from an unknown blaster. We're currently investigating this...apparently lots of neighbors of the victim called into the police in concern. A suspect has not been confirmed." The newsman said. Protoman leaned back into his chair until suddenly they showed a picture of the man. In which then Protoman almost did a spit take. That was the man. The man with the knife last night. Memories came pulsing back into his mind. Suddenly Protoman's energy core started aching. He'd done it...the dream was real. No it couldn't be real. Those were the thoughts going through Protoman's head.

He'd taken a human life...a human life for what purpose? The man was a scumbag who thought it was a good idea to try and rape women in the night. Yes it was all perfectly coming back to Blues. How the whole incident had gone.

Flash back time.

It was about 1:23 am at night. The fall wind was crisp in the air. Suddenly per usual there was scream of terror that could be heard about a block away in monstropolis. Protoman dashed to the incident at hand. There it was. A man pinning a woman to a wall threatening to cut off her face if she didn't co-operate. It made Protoman sick. He got out his blaster. The woman started screaming more and more for help as she saw him. The man threw the woman against the brick wall knocking her out. The woman was out cold. The man had charged at Protoman and. Blues blocked his first attack while answering with an uppercut. The man was knocked back then he cracked his knuckles. He spoke.

"Oh my...you're a robot aren't you...I've got just the fix for you youngman." The man said as he pulled out some strange device with a red button the top of this.

"What the hell is that?" Protoman asked outloud as he ran towards the man blaster already to go. The man just smugly smirked and suddenly everything went back for protoman. He'd waken up to the sound of a saw. His helmet was off and he could smell a wood burning smell. Like matches.

"Ah so you've woken up?" The man said. Protoman didn't respond instead he looked around the room observing what was happening. Okay so there was a can of oil. Matches, a saw...that awkward button which caused his demise. A gun on the counter and various small knives. Protoman had also determinded he was strapped to a chair. It was then that Protoman spoke.

"So I'm guessing you're not the average rapist huh?" Protoman said with a smirk. The man laughed.

"Your right. I'm also a activist against your kind. So I plan to dismantle you and sell your parts for money. But before then...I'll make you feel some things." The man said.

"Feel some things? That's a new one. Okay first things first. Eat a pimple covered dick. Two, I'll give you one last chance to surrender before I get up from these restraints. Three, the hell man? Seriously?" Blues said outright. The man's face went blank. But then he smiled.

"Oh we've got a kid with a mouth huh?...well lets just see how you like a dozen small cuts all over your body." The man said as he grabbed a knife off the floor and cut protoman's face. Then he proceeded going down all of his body leaving all of these small cuts. Protoman wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an "Ouch" He sat there and took it as he thought of a way to escape. He felt like slapping himself when he realized that he could blast he way out of this. Suddenly Protoman started rapidly shoot. He got out of the chair and that was when his vision got clouded. Suddenly the man grabbed the button again and pressed it. Protoman shook inside of his skin feeling his energy core burn inside of him. Suddenly after that it all felt like a dream sequence. That was when the voice started.

"Kill him. He's worthless. He's in your way." It repeated over and over. Protoman could guess what happened after that.

Protoman having recalled everything abruptly turned the TV off and slumped down into the couch more and more. For the first few minutes he had refused to believe himself. But sighing finally he accepted it. He killed a man. He shot a man down. Killed him in cold blood. If word ever got out that he'd done something like that...human's would never trust machines again. Well at least the humanoid kind. This was bad. Protoman felt himself shaking as he had a flash back on the whole incident. What drove him to do that anyways? He was calm cool and collected...no way he'd go that far. If his memory was anything to go by this wasn't some accident. Now because of it...a man was dead, there were scars and an unsolved mystery...what was that voice.

Why was it here. It plagued him. Suddenly Protoman heard something.

"So you've finally noticed me. Now that you have I don't think I'll leave you anytime soon. Blues." It spoke.

"Don't say that name." Protoman said suddenly to no on in particular.

"Why does it make you feel? Listen to me. I know everything. I know all about you Blues. I know what you do. I know how you feel and what you want. But don't mistake me for yourself. I'm not you." The voice said.

"Shut up. You don't know me. In fact I bet your just some cyber parasite screwing with me." Protoman said dryly.

"You really are a child under all that façade you carry yourself around in all day aren't you? You need me. Do you know what would've happen to you last night. Of course you do. You're a smart guy. You'd be dead and dismantled probably being auctioned off right about now. But I saved you. You owe me a dept." The voice said. Protoman's eyes widened. What the hell was this? Why was this happening to him? There was no way in hell he'd listen to this strange voice from the depths of hell.

"Blues I can read your thoughts. Trust me. Even if you don't. I have other ways. Don't make me use them. It will hurt you." The voice said. Blues just scowled.

"Fuck that. I don't have to deal with this." Protoman said as he got up from his position on the couch. He grabbed his scarf and put on shoes and started heading out of the door. He would go to Dr. Wily to get checked out. This obviously wasn't normal. Like hell someone else was going to die because of this parasite that was invading his mind. Suddenly almost on his way out Protoman stopped in his tracks. His body couldn't move. He was stuck. No matter how hard he tried to move he stayed in the same position. The voice spoke.

"I can control you by force or we can get along and you can obey me. Your choice Blues." The voice said. Protoman felt disgust at how gently the voice said his name. Protoman struggled and struggled but there was still no movement. He didn't respond for about a minute when the voice spoke again.

"If you just listen to me everything will be fine." The voice said.

"Who are you." Protoman said calmly not wanting to show any weakness.

"My name is Martin." The voice answered.

"Why are you here?" Blues asked.

"I'm here to stop The event from happening." The voice said simply

"What's the event."

"I can't tell you. But you have to listen to me. The first one is on the list we have to go." The voice said.

"What are you talking about." Protoman said feeling tired of asking all these questions and getting barely any answers.

"Why none other than Kalinka Cossack." The voice said. This alarmed Protoman.

"Explain now." Protoman said sternly.

"No need to get all worked up over your little girlfriend." The voice said.

"She's not my girlfriend." Protoman said in direct response.

"Yeah keep telling yourself that." The voice said.

"At approximately 12:06 am tonight all her red blood will be splattered across her bedroom floor."

"Why?" Protoman dared to ask.

"Because at 12:01 am Skullman will become rouge. As you already know Dr. Cossack is away from the Cossack residence. Leaving little Kalinka all alone and unprotected." The voice said. Protoman clenched his fist. He couldn't take a chance. There was no way in hell he wouldn't go check this out. Even if it was just a false alarm. He'd never let something like that happen to Kalinka. She was one of the few friends he could depend on. Practically the only human besides Dr. Wily...and sometimes Dr. Light that he could trust.

"Your thoughts are so juvenile. So you're going to listen to me because your worried about the damsel in distress? Good. What ever makes your boat float." The voice said. Protoman didn't answer. Instead he thought and thought about all the things that had just happened.

Suddenly a time and date flashed in his mind. 9/27/20XX. Just then everything went black.

To be continued.

So yeah. This story...how it came about your wondering...? Well lets just say I listened to Soft Cell too long for a certain time. Lets go with that.

So man did anyone read those recent Megaman comics? Shit got too real with that Ra moon stuff. Realest classic Megaman shit I have ever read. I can't wait for the 17th when the next issue comes out. Anyways. This story is 5 chapters and it shall be done by the end of the week. (I hope) Anyways... yeah.

DUN DUN DUUUNNN WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO KALINKA WHO THE HELL IS TALKING TO PROTOMAN OR IS HE JUST FAWKING CRAZY? WHAT IS THIS NEW EVENT? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER TWO...