Disclaimer: Points for audience to look around the room. "Come on, if I owned them, don't you think I'd be a bit richer?" Lol.
Author's note: Here's the second chapter. I wrote it a lot faster than the other so I hope there aren't too many mistakes that I missed. Hope you enjoy!
Brother?
Megaman sat Indian style on a spar lab table. He sighed loudly as he used his arms to prop his face up. He was disturbed, angry to be blunt. He stared into his brother's slack face as he tried to comprehend the events of the day. What was going on between his brother and Wiley? He rubbed his tired eyes as he stood to stretch his fatigued limbs.
After Dr. Light had stabilized his brother he had adamantly refused to do anymore repair work until Protoman regained consciousness. Megaman could understand Dr. Light's predicament. After all, Protoman was always the one insisting that no one worked on him unless he allowed it. Two hours had passed since Dr. Light had left the lab. Two whole hours Megaman had been silently waiting for his brother to wake up.
A small smile played over his lips as he peered closer into his brother's face. He had never seen his prototype without his helmet before. It was almost like he was staring into a mirror. A small contented smile lay peacefully across Protoman's face. The picture in front of Megaman seemed so serene. He almost laughed to himself as he realized that his brother looked almost angelic as he slept. If there was one trait Protoman did not possess it was innocence. 'We're so much alike, and yet, so very different.'
He returned to his position on the lab table and turned in a fetal position facing his brother. His thoughts were headed down a familiar road and he sighed as he allowed himself to relax. 'What would our lives be like, if things had been different,' he mused. 'Maybe we would have been friends; who knows, maybe we would have even been like real brothers.'
Protoman groaned as he started to regain consciousness. His head was pounding and he subconsciously reached up to rub the offending area. His hand touched his hair and then froze. 'Where's my helmet? Why the hell did I take it off?' It was very rare for Protoman to remove his facial barrier. Dr. Wiley always said he looked too much like his annoying brother. And to think, Protoman thought to himself, I always keep the darn thing on just to satisfy the doc.
Protoman continued his exploration of his head and found the source of the throbbing pain. He felt a cloth like material wrapped around the spot. His eyes flew open as he began to remember the events of the day. He couldn't help but wonder where the hell he was. He was fairly certain that he had never been in the room before but there was a faint tingle in the back of his mind that told him it was familiar in some way. He stayed reclined on the table he was apparently laying on and scanned the rest of the room. Blue boots caught his line of vision and his eyes stopped as he saw the body of his brother. 'I wonder what he's doing here?'
Wait a minute! He thought to himself. This must be Light's lab. The little twerp took me here after all. Slowly, as not to awaken his replicant, he started to rise from his position on what he could now acknowledge as a lab table. He froze midway and practically collapsed back onto it. He cradled his right shoulder to himself and froze in the fetal position. The red robot watched his brother's blue body for signs of movement and sighed softly when he realized he was still asleep.
He couldn't believe it. Over half of his wounds seem to have been left untreated. It appeared almost as though Dr. Light had intentionally not cared for any of his wounds but the immediate life threatening ones.
'All of this time I thought Dr. Light was just an arrogant self capitalizing jerk.' Then again, he smiled to himself, I can't be sure. He continued to cradle his arm to his chest and rose swiftly swinging his legs over the edge of the table. His vision blurred dizzily a few times and Protoman had to shake off the vertigo he was feeling before he could continue the task at hand.
'I've got to get out of here before they realize I'm awake. Staying is definitely not an option.' He rose from the table and stumbled forward a few steps until he got his footing. It wasn't until he reached out and grasped the table before him that he realized he was staring face to face at his brother's prone form.
It was strange. He hated his brother. Always had yet, underneath his usual malice and jealousy for his brother, he felt something akin to affection.
'Yeah, you little jerk. I'm jealous of you all right.' Protoman thought to himself as he scowled at his younger brother. 'Jealous that I never got the chances you got. Who wouldn't have like to have a gentle creator? One that actually cares about how you feel?'
"What am I talking about?" Protoman scolded himself softly. 'Wiley is my creator not that goody-two shoed Santa look alike. How could I ever have thought I'd like to be like Megaman! We are nothing alike. NOTHING. Yet, Megaman saved my life. Protoman just couldn't figure the guy out. Weren't they supposed to be enemies?
He shrugged to himself and turned to walk towards the door. 'Besides it's not like he likes me or anything. He probably won't even notice I'm gone.' Protoman glanced quickly around the room and spotted his helmet sitting on a table by the door. He grabbed it and put it on as fast as he could, being careful of his wound. He paused one last time to watch his brother and then spun around and sprinted out of the room. Soon he would be outside of Light Labs. He would never look back. This wasn't his life. Dr. Light, Roll, and even Megaman; they weren't his family. He didn't have one.
And here I am, running for the little bit of life I actually have. Protoman sighed to himself as he struggled to remain in the shadows. Once again, he had to wipe the fluid dripping from underneath his bandaged forehead. The pain had begun as a dull ache but steadily increased as he ran from his assailants; the wound on his head had grown from annoyingly bothersome to unconceivable agony. His breathing continued raggedly as he staggered along in the darkness. He fell against a large trash bin and groaned as his head made contact.
He struggled for a few moments as his legs went limp and his vision threatened to blur into darkness. He finally got his bearings and then found himself staring at the atrociously smelling green bin in disgust. "Not to add insult to injury or anything," he spoke sarcastically to himself. He stood and then kicked the trash bin in anger.
"Hey, I heard something over there."
"Shit!" Protoman hissed to himself in anger. That was unbelievably stupid! If I don't find cover now I'm sure to be found. Protoman looked around himself and just as he was about to give up, he caught sight of a small window almost level with the ground. The window had been concealed behind the dumpster that he kicked. Protoman almost laughed as he thanked his 'good' fortune for banging his head and then consequently kicking the thing out of his way. He sunk to the ground and steadied himself as he pried the widow open. He pulled himself inside and then used his good arm to maneuver the trash bin back in place.
Just made it, he thought to himself as he slid down the wall and landed in a pile on the ground.
"Where is he? I thought you said you heard him?" Protoman heard Elecman's voice and held his breathe.
"He had to have been here a minute ago!" Cutsman said in an angry defense. "Come on, Dr. Wiley will dismantle us all if we don't find him."
Protoman let his breath out and relaxed in the refreshing darkness. The air in this room smells so stale, he thought to himself. He could just barely make out scattered objects thrown here and about and then caught site of where the light in the room was filtering in. His eyes followed an old rickety staircase and the stilled at the site of the light coming from the crack underneath the door.
I must have fallen into an old basement, he mused to himself. Oh well, I might as well get comfortable, seeing as I can't go back out there any time soon. His head was still pounding. He pulled his helmet off and stuck it underneath an old table covered with a dusty cloth. He removed the bandage and carefully ran his fingers through his hair as he checked the severity of his wound.
'Ouch.' The darn thing sure is painful. The ache had lessened to a dull throb but it was still amazingly hard to bear. I hope that bang with the green stench of death hasn't further damaged me. With these thoughts in his mind he lay on his side and eventually drifted off to sleep.
AN: Alright, author speaks to herself with her head bowed, so I'm reduced to this. "Okay, I'm on my hands and knees. Please tell me what you think. See that little purple button down there labeled review?? Don't lie to me. I know you do and I know you can hear it calling your name." Lol.
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