-1A/N: Well, a few days ago, I got my hands on Megaman X8, and found out that Vile was, indeed, resurrected after the longest time. But did they have to make him Green and yellow??? Blech.
Maverick Hunter Vile
Chapter 2
God, it felt good to get out in the open again. Now all I needed was a good fight against a few dozen reploids/mechaniloids/whatever, and I'd be good to go against X. No sooner had this thought passed my mind that I saw two reploids speeding by on hover bikes. And there was X, out in the open. Ha! This had to be the most perfect day in my life. Resurrection, AND a chance to blow X away! I took aim with my faithful boomstick, the shoulder cannon, and fired.
At least, I tried to fire. The fucking thing exploded. While I was busy cursing sulfuriously, X sped away, out of my sight. Unbelievable. That Serges jerk set me up. If my shoulder cannon was rigged, then the rest of my weapons were probably rigged, too. I dumped my weapons and my now-useless ammo, and looked for any likely places for weapons. There was the old mechaniloid factory, but even I knew better than to go to a place like that totally unarmed. We were planning to take out the factory anyway, on suspicion of it creating mavericks, before I got kicked out of the Hunters. So I knew that X would most likely be there on the forefront, and even though I wanted to show that little blue pansy who's boss, I had enough sense to realize that I wouldn't stand a chance against him the way I was.
Hey, try getting a chest-full of charge shot, and then tell me I was wimping out. I'm merciless, not suicidal.
After a few hours of fortunately-but-boring uneventful trekking though the badlands, I came across some city. If I was right, then a maverick attack would start up sometime soon. If X thought that he'd finally wiped out all the mavericks, he was dead wrong. If Sigma decided to go maverick himself, then free will would allow other maverick to manifest.
Weird. I've never thought like this before. I guess Serges did something to my thinking circuits. Or maybe it was just the experience of "death". Whatever it was, so long as it kept me alive long enough to get my revenge on X, I was glad I had it on me.
While I was musing, a loud explosion rocked the city. This time, I wouldn't mess up this opportunity. Where there's destruction and mayhem, there's bound to be some solid weapons to commandeer.
Sure enough, there was a dumb little reploid toting a blaster. He kept twitching and had nervous ticks between shooting his blaster. Definitely a maverick, though I truly didn't give a damn.
I snuck up behind him and unceremoniously broke his neck and took his blaster along with all his ammo. He even had a few grenades on him. It wasn't much, but at least I wasn't unarmed anymore.
After I broke his neck, I realized just how fragile reploids could be. Sure, we can take hits that would kill a measly human, but this Dr. something or whatever gave us human emotions and characteristics, at the cost of making us that much more fragile.
I then realized that I never thought about it like that before I was "killed". Apparently, dying can seriously change your outlook on life. But then again, so can being brought back from the dead.
