"ROLLS

"ROLLS!" Mark shouted throughout the small restaurant. The waitress would have to hear the screams from the young man unless they were all secretly deaf and they could easily read lips. He left a few more pans of rolls in the window so the waitress could put them in their secret cave called a bread warmer.

"You seen that lady she almost jumped out of your skin when you yelled?" one of the elder cooks said. He laughed a little bit before returning to finish cooking his steaks for the blood-thirst customers.

Mark gave a quick smile and returned to his work. He continued to cook until he was order to get out of the restaurant and enjoy the rest of the day. He scared a few people, made one of the waitress laugh and drop all of her drinks along with a few crazy customers complaining about their service.

Mark walked out of the restaurant to take a deep breath of that "nice" city air filled with pollution, over population, a high crime rate, and the random reaverbot attacks that seem to plague the city. Luckily, the police here are part time diggers and spotters so the attacks are quick and painless most of the time.

He rubbed around his forehead to get rid of his headache from stupid people at work and the consent noise of the city life. He already knew when the first opportunity would arrive that he would get away from this life. Life was always boring even though he lived in the city where people barely slept and just gambled with their lives all night. That wasn't the way he wanted to live his life. He wanted more…maybe he could join the Karumuna Bash like his cousin, Ata D. At least, he was pretty sure that she was his cousin.

Mark quickly stopped thinking about random stuff and quickly ran to his old apartment on Cainaan. Cainaan was a rather small island with a bunch of buildings, cars, people, and supposedly some ruins shoved into one small compact place. You could barely move without bumping into somebody.

It was a short and mindless run to his home in the giant city on a small plain. He opened his door with a key like most people would do. If he didn't lock the doors some hobo would just walk in and claim as there even you pay rent on it every month. Mark switched out his work clothes and into his causal clothes. He was tall, lanky kid with an egged shaped head that was covered with light to median complex. He skin seemed to change every once in awhile thanks to the nice sun. He passed his hand through his short brown hair. He rubbed his brown eyes together to try to get any sleep he had out of his evil eyes.

He didn't have anything special on either. It was just a plain white shirt and blue jeans. He wasn't going any where special…just to his thinking spot on the outskirts of Cainaan where he could think about anything he wanted and be who ever wanted to be in his own special world.

He left his home but not before grabbing a lighter (forgetting to lock his door) and headed to his quiet spot. An hour passed and he finally made it. It usually took him a shorter amount of time but people kept bumping into him, cursing him out, and the occasional hobo begging for change even though they would just spend it on booze. The outskirts of Cainaan were his quiet spot for awhile. He would just sit for hours staring at the ocean and thinking how cool it would be to a digger or even a spotter. He would do anything to explore the world and meet new people that aren't living their life like a bullet.

He sat in his usual spot just to stare out into the vast ocean. Sadly, he didn't even get to enjoy his time of peace as it was abruptly interrupted by a few reaverbots showing up to kill him.

"Oh damn…" Mark thought to himself. He quickly jumped to his feet and tried to run away from the evil machines. He didn't get too far. He tripped over a big rock and then smacked his head on something metal. He slowly turned his body around and leaned it against the metal contraption. He looked forward to watch the reaverbots slowly crawl towards him. They looked like metal blow up clowns that would hit and come back to you so you could pop it again but these things had evil glowing red eyes and four legs.

"Zakobans…" Mark remembered seeing these creatures in some of the books from the library. He looked up to see what hit and what he was currently leaning on. It was metal alright it looked like a tornado with a small mattress inside so people easily fall asleep. Then again how could you sleep at a time like this?

The Zakobans crept even closer to Mark. He had to do something fast to protect himself and the sleeping man inside the sleeping chamber. There were three Zakobans and the only type of weapon he had on him were his hands and a lighter.

A Zakoban tilted back like it was going to go to sleep as well. Then again sleeping was the last thing on the reaverbot's mind. It shot out a mini-bomb towards Mark and the sleeping man. Without even taking a second thought about it, Mark threw out his hands in an attempt to catch the explosive and throw it back at his deadly foes. Within a few seconds, he caught it and threw right back at the reaverbots. Yet with his bad luck, the Zakoban quickly dashed to the side to avoid its own bomb and the initial explosion but it crashed into his brother Zakoban which sent them both on their sides struggling to get up.

"damn…damn…DAMN!" He cursed himself for not even taking a second to think about his next attack. He thought his first plan was going to work perfectly and he would be fine after that. With two of the reaverbots out of commission for the time being he took a glance at the sleeping man. The only thing he had was some old rusted can. Mark snatched from the sleeping man. He examined it quickly then busted it against the metal chamber. Inside the container held a liquid that looked pretty flammable. Mark had a dumb and smart all at the same time. He quickly put some of the mystery liquid in his month (without swallowing it), he took out the lighter he's had in his pocket the whole, lit the flame, and spit out the liquid.

Mark became his own weapon, he became a flame thrower. The flames connected with each reaverbot causing them to heat up to fierce red which then caused each reaverbot to blow in a small explosion with small refractor popping out as well.

"YES!" Mark started jumping around like a mad man. "YEA!" Randomly shouting and cheering. This was his first reaverbot he had ever destroyed and it made him feel great.

"FREEZE!" Sadly, his celebration was cut short by an older man with an actual gun, a pistol to be exact. Mark back was turned to his mugger. His celebration and excitement was quickly turned into fear and panic. "By order of Mega man Trigger and the Karumuna Bash, you and that capsule are going with us." The mugger demanded.

"Us?" Mark thought to himself. He didn't have much time to think before he was at the end of the butt of a rifle hitting him the face causing him to lose consciences.