Disclaimer: "Mega Man X" and all related franchises are owned by Capcom. I do not own the rights to any characters related to the "Mega Man X" series, save for the OC characters. Please support the official release.
It Ain't Easy Being Human
A full moon glistens brightly in the sky. All is queit, save for the occasional car driving by. The street is illuminated ever so brightly with light posts. Everything is peaceful, or so it seems, as no one knows what lurks in the shadows.
We zoom in on to a street corner, and see a full grown man wearing a light brown trenchcoat. He stand's at about 6 feet 2 inch. The man's hair is brown, his eyes green as a shamrock. He lifts his hands out of his pocket, taking out a red carton of what looks to be cigarettes. He pulls one out with his teeth and places the carton back in his pocket. He brings his right hand out of the other pocket, taking out a gray zippo lighter. He lifts the cap up, and lights his cigarette, and then immediately closes the lid on his lighter.
The man then proceeds to inhale, and exhale, the tip of the cigarette burning and turning into ash as he does. He blows smoke out of his mouth, and continues to walk past an alleyway. Two menacing red eyes light up as he walks past.
The man inhales and proceeds to blow smoke out of his mouth once more. He then proceeds to take the cigarette out and shake it a little, removing the excess ash. He proceeds to make a left turn, oblivious to the person or thing following him.
The man takes the cigarette out of his mouth, and drops it on the ground. Stepping on it afterwards. He proceeds to look up at the full moon, and smirks.
"Smoking is bad for your health, you know." Said the man with a deep soothing voice. "Really should quit."
"Oh, I think there are worse things that can happen than just a pair of bad lungs." Called out another voice, this one also kind of deep, and with robotic undertones. "Dangerous to walk the streets at night, never know when any Maverick is going to sneak up on you and rip you to pieces."
The man turns around, and sees a large, spherical green robot with golden shoulder pads marked with red glass domes. The robot has a humanoid face, it's eyes red in color. The robot's right hand is covered with a white glove, while the left hand is replaced with a black spiked ball.
"True. Mavericks are all over the place." Said the man to the robot, still smirking.
"Aren't you scared?" Asked the robot. "Mavericks don't play nice, especially towards humans."
"Well, the way I see it, if we humans were the ones who made Reploids to begin with, we should have little to no trouble dismantling them when they cause trouble." Said the man.
"Is that so?" Said the robot, his eyes begin to glow red once more. "What a load of bullshit!"
The robot jumps up into the air, and let's loose the spiked ball in it's left arm. The spiked ball is connected to a chain, which the robot then proceeds to swing towards the man.
The man, seeing this then proceeds to nonchalantly jump away from where the spiked ball hit's the ground. The spiked ball manages to crack and break that part of the sidewalk rather easily.
"Tried warning you." Said the man to himself. He reaches to the inside of his trenchcoat and pulls out what looks to be a white pistol shaped weapon with red stripes near where bullets come out of the gun.
The robot lands back on the ground and retracts the spiked ball to it's slot and looks at the human in disbelief.
"A mere pistol? Unless you have a death wish, mere bullets won't pierce my armor!" Said the robot.
The man fires the pistol, and a small white laser like projectile is launched from it. The laser increases in size until it hit's the robot's right arm. In an instant, the robot's right arm is blown off, sparks erratically shooting out where it once was.
"AGH! What the hell!?" Yelled the robot.
"Like it, customly made it myself. This pistol is designed to shoot plasma which increases in size for about a total of 10 yards before dissolving." Said the man.
"You...you worthless meatsack! I'll tear you apart!" Yelled the robot. The robot jumps into the air and launches the spiked ball towards the man once more. This time the man sidesteps it and fires another shot, blowing off the robot's remaining arm.
The robot lands back on the ground and falls over, now struggling to get up.
"Looks like you've seen better days." Said the man. He proceeds to walk towards the robot, his pistol still drawn.
The robot slams his feet to the ground, causing it's body to rise up. The robot's eyes shoot lasers towards the man, who thanks to his quick reflexes, only managed to have the tip of his right shoulder braced by them.
"Ah, damn it!" Yelled the man. He aims his pistol and shoots it, this time blowing off the robot's head. The robot's body drops back down, ceasing to move.
The man proceeds to place the pistol back in his trenchcoat, and takes off the right half of the trenchcoat to check his injury. The top of his right shoulder is feeling a slight burning sensation with small drips of blood pouring out profusely.
"Lucky shot, Maverick." Thought the man to himself. He then proceeds to place the right part of his trenchcoat back on, and place his left hand on top of the injury.
Sometime later, we come across a dark and abandoned living room adorned with a small chair, with a flowing fan on the cieling. On top of a small brown wooden table, is a small old fashioned TV. The sound of the door being unlocked is heard, and the man from earlier walks through the door, shutting it behind him with his feet. He locks the door and proceeds to walk down a small dark hallway.
The man proceeds to walk into a small bathroom and takes a look at his injury in the mirror. He takes the trenchcoat off, revealing to be wearing a black tank top. The injury looks way worse in the mirror, and the man proceeds to open some sort of cabinet, taking out a small bottle of what seems to be cleansing alcohol. He takes out a cotton ball and dips into the bottle. He takes the cotton ball out of the cleansing alcohol and rubs it on the injury.
"Eh." Grunts the man near silently in pain. He then pulls out a thing of bandage material and proceeds to wrap it around the injury. He places the end of the bandage material inside the wrapping so it won't fall out.
The man exits the bathroom and opens another doorway, leading into a small bedroom with one queen sized bed. One could say that this is the only luxury in this apartment building.
"Sheesh Jet, how the hell you keep managing to beat every Maverick you come across, I'll never know." Thought the man to himself. "Sometimes I wonder if all these victories are just flukes, and if it's really worth the risk getting your head ripped or blown off for the greater good."
The man, now known as Jet lies down on the bed.
"I'm tired of being called weak, tired of being viewed as an easy target. As are my new recruits come tomorrow morning." Thought Jet to himself. "I just hope my little mishap of an injury heals by tomorrow."
Jet proceeds to close his eyes, and slowly but surely fall asleep.
Meanwhile, far from any sort of civilization, we are met with a large, black hole of a crater leading downwards towards a large mechanical facility.
Inside the facility is a large array of guardsmen, all of which are mechanical in nature, but look humanoid nonetheless. All of them seem to bear a small black M shaped symbol on their forehead, and all of their eyes are a hypnotic red color.
We cut to a large, dark room, filled to the brim with bundles of junk piles, and the left wall stacked with a wide variety of computer monitors processing large amounts of data. In the center of the room is a large column made of some purple stone. Standing on the column is a tall, slender figure, the top part of his body covered with a silouette. What we see from the top of this figure's body is that he has long, devil like horns. His feet resemble that of what you see on a bird, and his toes are packed with sharp, black claws.
Entering the room is yet another figure in silouette, he however also seems to be wearing some type of trench coat, and a fedora hat to boot.
"The pawns have been spread out like you ordered boss." Said the second silouetted figure, his voice human, but with a monotone vibe.
"Excellent work. The Maverick Hunters have no idea what's about to be unleashed upon them." Said the first silouetted figure. "And once the Maverick Hunters have been disposed of, nothing will stand in my way from reducing the entire human population to ashes!"
"And then will we finally have our little utopia? You know, for Reploids?" Asked the second silouetted figure.
The first silouetted figure's eyes begin to glow a menacing red. "We'll see."
Comments: Well, I was debating to myself whether or not I should make this story or not, but here it is, the first chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. Please leave your comments or reviews, as I love to hear feedback, and have a nice day.
