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Disclaimer:
I hate that authors even have to
worry about these, but:
Megaman, Megaman X, and pretty much
all of those people are copyright Capcom. It's a great game, no need to steal
from it.
Genesis is my character. You can use
him in your fics as long as:
1) You ask!
I'm a nice guy about stuff like that.
2) He doesn't
get killed.
3) He's not
in a Yaoi situation. I don't have anything against that sort of thing, but Gen
is fairly against it, as far as
Character
personalities go. Girls are fine, though. As long as it's not some sick
joke.(little kids, for example.)
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The city
was bustling, as usual.
The sounds
of everyday life prevailed over the town where Maverick Hunter HQ so faithfully
rested, it's occupants proceeding with the usual daily activities, going to
work, going to the park, shopping at the local stores, and fighting against
traffic, be it on the roads or on the sidewalks.
All in
all, a peaceful, average day.
And on
this peaceful, average day, a child would get lost in the hustling and bustling
crowd, standing off to the side. Her coveted candy, a swirled, rainbow colored
lollipop went flying, landing a few feet away on the dirty, rough sidewalk,
getting trampled by the masses.
The little
girl cried softly, before being knocked over by the passing strangers, dark and
ominous to the small child. She sniffled, sitting up, hands scraped and face
scratched, looking for hope in the apparent hopelessness. Her mother was surely
further down in the crowds, now, not having noticed her child's departure as
she made her way to their previous destination.
"Annie?"
she called out, finally noticing the loss of contact with those small, soft
hands. "Annie! Honey? Where are you?" she called out once more, attempting to
push out of the crowd, but rushed onward.
The little
girl glanced into the dark alley, watching light glint off of a few shiny objects,
which began to peak out of the darkness. They seemed gold, or brass in color,
attached to a set of large hands, which, in turn, lead to a large body. This
large body happened to be topped off by a head, and that head happened to be
wearing a large, dark grin, as his eyes glanced down at the child. "Where's
your mommy, little girl?" The child stepped back in fear. The walking lights
had changed, now, and people were clearing out of the area, unaware of the
horrible happening about to take place. She cryed out, but it went unanswered.
Or did it?
He pulled
back that fist, preparing to kill the small girl, beating her to a cute little
pulp. And just as that fist would swing forward, the entire body shifted
violently to the side with a chorus of bones snapping. A pair of eyes glowed
undauntedly in the darkness, another swift movement knocking the already
damaged figure to it's knees, busting his kneecaps. He let out a cry of pain,
glancing back to those dark eyes in the shadows. The little girl stood quiet,
yet frightened, watching the man who seemed to be ready to kill her get
violently dismantled. A small, green sphere began to pulsate in the darkness of
that alley, until it shifted, as if some unseen force was pulling on it's
center from in front of it, forming a thin, round beam. It shot forward
quickly, almost as if it were never there, leaving a thin pinpoint in the
thug's head, running through the back, and out the front. Dead and center.
Blood trickled lightly, running down the horrified man's head. His eyes moved
inwards, watching the drop slide down, leaving it's crimson trail of his own
blood. Things began to dull for him, as his body fell forward, going into a
convulsion. The pinpoint beam had been well-aimed, indeed. The figure lie
there, suffering.
A grey on
darker grey sneaker poked out of the darkness, followed by the rest of the
evident killer's form, a pair of dark tan, baggy pants covering the top of the
sneakers. A hand rested in the pocket of the aforementioned clothing, the
tanned flesh disappearing into a red, pull-over like jacket, the sleeves
carrying a stitched in flame. As the child's eyes moved further up, she began
to see the white undershirt, and even further, the well-toned neck. His face
was well shaped, handsome in the least of words, with a light smile upon
light-pink lips, cerulean blue eyes looking back into her. The child smiled
softly, calming down. There were no more monsters, and she was safe – Right?
The male
figures head rotated, looking down upon her, golden blonde hair swaying softly
as it fell upon his face, blocking some of the view. He smiled upon the child,
she looked so sweet, so innocent.
"Thank
you!" the small child said with a smile, looking up into those big, blue eyes.
The pocketed hand withdrew from it's hiding place, gently stroking her hair.
The child smiled, feeling releaved. She had seen a little more than she'd have
liked to, almost getting killed, and then watching that mean old man get killed
by whoever this guy was. A woman across the street, sitting upon a bench,
smiled, looking over to the two. It was so nice to see people getting along
these days.
"Have you
seen my mommy?" The girl asked with that soft, childish voice. That hand would
slip away, resting gently upon the top of her head. And then it squeezed. Blood
shot out as that mass of flesh and bone crunched violently beneath the strong
hand of the mysterious man. He lifted the child, slinging her against a wall,
chuckling, as he turned to face the horrified woman across the street.
She began
to scream, as the male raised his hand, revealing a gleaming, red sphere. She
stood slowly, backing up, which resulted in falling over that bench which she
had watched all of this happen from. A grin crept onto his face, as another orb
of energy created, energy crackling from the sphere to the orb, it's mass
growing slowly.
He was
taking his time, as that orb pulsed, and began to widen, forming something more
like a disk, running vertically. His fist closed, yet the disk remained. A
single finger straightened out from the closed hand, gently pressing against
the center of the disk.
It
shuddered violently as it was punctured, that mass of energy shooting forward,
rings emanating as it trailed toward the woman. The ground cracked and pushed
away, leaving a foot deep trench beneath it as the orb floated forward, taking
it's own time. Ring after ring would erupt outwards, paced about every 2 feet,
growing outwards until it reached the cement, and continuing to grow, the raw
energy pushing it's way into the concrete, and then flickering out of
existence, leaving the trench with line like extensions jolting out of it.
That
violent mass of energy grew nearer and nearer to it's target, spikes of energy
pushing outward, but being brought back in, remaining contained for now. It
drifted right through the bench, leaving a hole larger than it should have,
energy beginning to crackle over it's surface.
She was
still screaming, he noted with satisfaction. The more, the merrier. More people
had begun to gather, watching in horror. What was happening? Was it a Maverick
attack?
And
finally, the orb reached it's target, stopping right before her forehead
momentarily. She crawled back, pushing with her hands and kicking with her feet
in a furious rush to get away. But all she found in the way of protection was a
wall, barring her escape. She cried out as it sped up, slamming into, and
through, her forehead. She of course died on contact, but it wasn't through.
That mass of energy still had to disperse, and disperse it did.
It
violently erupted, thin beams poking out of the lifeless corpse's skull,
tearing apart the slowly dieing flesh and bone. They streaked out like sunlight
in a child's painting, before the mass reached critical, expanding outwards,
engulfing the sidewalk, the bench, her body, and a rather large portion of the
building she had been unfortunate enough to encounter.
The area
was decimated. It looked more like it had been struck by a comet than some
things attack. Those that were still alive began to run, fleeing in a rush of
panic. His laughter echoed throughout the city. Who could stop this powerful
person? And it only got worse.