This may be a one off depending on the reviews I get. Or I might be bothered to write more...
I wish I owned Megaman X and it's characters but sadly I don't. Those belong to Capcom.
Items that do belong to me are all OC's. Obviously...
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My head throbbed; the rhythm of my pulse near the metal skull could be felt by me clearly. What had just happened? Back in the arena? I know it must have been very messy... my stomach hurt from repeated beatings, my limbs were cluttered with ribbons of cuts, most of all was the feeling in my stomach and chest, the feeling that I was going to vomit up my insides. My eyes opened thinly, unveiling their misty yellow gleam. I focused in, the vague outlines of other reploids and humans that surrounded me, my eyesight seemed to shake and go out of focus as I clenched my eyes shut to escape from the blinding lights from the ceiling. So many questions then crossed through my mind. Where was I? What had happened? Why was I here?
A voice spoke up from the group. Announcing my regain in consciousness, a shuffle of silent murmurs in the deck of figures whispered.
"Oh god..."
I sat up, or tried to. A selection of hands slowly slipped their way under my back and head, pushing me up so my back gained a horizontal angle, though my head drooped down and my chin rested on my neck. A sudden dizzy sensation took over, making my head hurt more intensely, I could feel the sweat, coldly dripping from my brow... which meant my temperature was overly high. Cold adrenaline rushed down my back...
"Oh go...ugha!..." The feeling in my stomach rushed up through my throat and I vomited. Though what came out of my mouth wasn't a chunked liquid mess but a stinging, hot crimson red liquid to what would be to a reploid its' blood. People stepped back while others gripped me still, a rise of chattering and hustled arguing and confirming. My conscious slipped again, the now worried chattering got louder as more crowded around and the rest of my senses again fell dormant...
"Thank god she's alive..." someone muttered from the crowd...
"But what was it that became of her then?"