Disclaimer: I do not own the Mega man series nor will I ever.

This is my first story I've done in a while, and now that I have some free time I'll be able to write again! This story in particular his been in existence for 4 years in my head now, not knowing any way to express it (no skill with flash or not that good an artist). So now, I've decided to bring my story out to life, and hopefully also improve my writing as time progresses. Please keep in mind that I'm using only the characters from the Mega man series (mostly classic), the setting is in another dimension entirely from the games. This is a more darker take on the Mega man world, and a more realistic one as well. Please review, any pointers in my writing style would be great. Enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: Right Arm's Blue Glow

Another day of class. Another day of High school. Another day of a normal life.

Rock dazed off into nothingness as his teacher droned on about physics. His focus was anything but the quizzical equations he'd only use once in his life and never again. The room was a gray stone decorative with the absence of imagination or substance, much like any science room. He focused on his friends, the only color in the classroom that wasn't black and white. They were all shapes and sizes, creeds and colors, all with their own charm and grace. This was Rock's last day as a human being, so, in an ironic sense he was more focused on people in his last fledgling moments. This had been happening to him more frequent than usual. Even in some of his favorite classes he would have to be dragged back into reality by one of his teachers. A pale look would come to his face whenever he left his body to go explore. He wanted to escape, lest he admitted it or not, he did not feel at place. Silently he secretly wished to find his place, to find his niche in reality. He was at that stage of all young men's lives where he felt he needed to do something or accomplish some goal. To live, to laugh, to love, and to achieve; that's all Rock ever wanted out of the world...

This is the last minute of Rock's life. The time is 9:49 AM.

A large explosion sent the classroom in turmoil. The students were screaming as they were blinded by the dust left by the blast. The teacher was trying her best to maintain order in a now manic setting. Some students were injured, others running for their lives, confusion filled the room as their shrieks were suddenly stifled. Rock had been blown out of his desk, now presently a pile of wood chippings, not knowing whether to run, to help the wounded, to stay; his mind was blank. They all heard the drumming of footsteps drawing near from the mist. Its started to clear as the helmeted soldiers started to enter dressed in dark green suits and a menacing eye each soldier dawned. There were at least 10 of them present, all holding strange guns that seemed to be apart of their bodies. Once the smoke finally cleared their leader entered the room; a scruffy man of about 22 with dark shades, also in uniform, a soiled scarf, and a gun crafted to his left arm. What remained of class 907 trembled as the terrorists began to speak.

"This is the place, scan for the android"

The soldiers eyes shot a scanning laser that filled the room in red light. It didn't take long until one of the soldiers noticed an irregularity from one of the students.

"Sir! I think I've found him, but readings are only coming from his arm..."

"Thats him. Which one is it?" the leader asked.

"There, the boy with black hair and blue shirt on."

Rock look with fear at his accusers, again not knowing whether to shout, to fight back, to defend him self. Once again he did nothing and looked on with terror.

"No! These are my students! I won't let you hurt any of them! Please just stop!"

The leader gave a slight of hand. The room filled with the sound of machine gun fire, muffling the screams of the students. A few seconds later, and Rock's teacher now lay in a pool of blood, a body ridden with bullet holes, and a mind that would spend its last minutes of earth in hell. Rock started to cry, he was too afraid to scream but he didn't know what else to do. The students were backed up into the corners, sobbing uncontrollably, hoping for some saving grace to prevent the fate of their teacher. The leader walked up to Rock and grabbed his right arm, finally sparking a reaction from Rock.

"Stop... stop! Let go of me, please stop!"

A masked soldier stepped forward, "Sir, what are you doing!? Our orders are simply to bring him in not to activate him!

The leader responded, "For all we know the arm could just be synthetic... this is the only way to be sure."

"P-Please, I... I don't know what you want but I'm nothing special! My arm's not fake I don't know what you're taking about! I don't want to die... god I don't want to die..."

Rock was sobbing hysterically now with the rest of the class, but the leader felt nothing to his sorrow. He tightened his grip and held it for what seemed like forever. Rock felt a spark come from him. He couldn't define it but something was pulsing through his right arm. He began to thrash about trying to break the man's grip, screaming at the top of his lungs. Then a light rose, a faint glow began to shine from Rock's arm. The man released his grip and backed off, waiting to see Rock transform to what he truly is. His forearm began to disintegrate as the blue light shined brighter, but left something in its stead. A dark cannon with blue streaks of light appeared on his arm, the light was shining more powerful than ever. Rock head felt like it was going to burst as it continued to pulsate, along side the blue bands of light that seemed to move towards the end of the cannon. Rock shouted and looked away from the foreign mechanism. A magnificent of light erupted from the cannon, and from it the beam radiated of power, total and utter power in the right arm of a young man. The beam continued to fire for ten seconds before it finally dulled down. When his arm had finally ceased, Rocked turn and saw the bodies of four of his captives cut in half from the power of his arm. The room filled with a shared fear all aimed at Rock from the soldiers, the students, and even the man with the scarf.

A soldier cried in terror, "Shoot him! For god's sakes shoot him!!"

A volley of bullets reigned on Rock's body as he started to run for the door, sobbing, scared for his life, trying to run , trying to survive. His mind was in safe mode. The shear trauma of everything he just went through burned through his humanity, and it scared him. He broke out his classroom, his shirt torn to shreds the gunfire, but his skin remained intact, besides the black markings made from the colliding bullets, he was still alive. This only placed more pressure on his psyche, gradually breaking down his emotional barriers for all to see. He ran down the hall, trying to make a break to the doors out to the world, the real world.

"Rock!!"

He stopped dead in his tracks by the scarfed man's call. He refused to face him but remained still.

"Don't run away from this. There's more at stake here then you can possibly imagine."

Rock gushed in tears from his words, which to him were like daggers.

"Come with me. You won't find your answers out there, where the world hates you. This is your only chance Rock! Don't make the same mistake twice!"

Rock roared in anger and shot another brilliant beam of light at the scarfed man. The man rolled back into the classroom as it seared through the walls at the end of the hall. Once the beamed stopped the troops stormed out of the room and began to fire on Rock again. And again Rock ran through what seemed hundreds of halls, look for the exit of the labyrinth. He finally found the end and made a mad dash to what he thought was reality. Outside he could hear the guns still, he could hear them approaching him with their equal intent to kill. Even out here, thought Rock, this is real, oh god this is real! Rock ran through the streets, shocking pedestrians with his right arm, into the dark alleys he knew how to get home. He couldn't think, all he did was run, stay hidden, stay out of the light. He ran for miles of alleyways, desperately trying to reach his house. He wanted to see his mother and father, he wanted to see his dog, he wanted to be at home, the only safe haven left on Earth.

After half an hour he could no longer hear the footsteps, and he reached the side of his building where he would hang out with his friends after school. He remembered he'd left his bike at school, since it always leaned on the building side. He didn't care, it didn't matter anymore, he just wanted to see his family. He ran up the stairs shouting for his parents, hoping they were still home. Rock opened the door and he stopped all movement. For the longest time he didn't think he was alive anymore, that this was all part of a dream, or even the side effects of a disease, but reality is merciless. Rock stood in his family doorway and saw his parents eviscerated. There were no bodies, only blood, pieces of organs, chunks of bone. The walls were covered in blood, all the walls of his house were covered in it. His mother, his father, even his dog were now scattered throughout the house.

Rock was home.

Next Chapter: Psychopathic Intentions
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