Souldance: A Robot's Story
Author's Note: Hey all! While I continue to type out more of Creation and Emotion, here is a brand-new saga for your enjoyment, starring my favorite Megaman character… but you'll know by the end of this chapter who it is J
Anyway, just for the record, THIS STORY HAS NO CONNECTION WHAT SO EVER WITH MY CREATION AND EMOTION SAGA. You'll understand soon. In any case, please enjoy and don't forget to review!
Chapter Oneà Beginnings
He had been alone for some time now... months, perhaps even years... he didn't know. Nor did he care; for time had no meaning for him other than the slow, eventual death waiting for him at the end of the road...
Roads; Endless, long and winding. Not just your everyday ones that kill nature with toxic fumes and hot pavement... the kind that anyone with a soul would think to ponder at least once in their lives.
There again, something he'd often thought about. Did he have a soul within the ageless body of his? The thought tossed itself around in his otherwise silent mind...
He stopped in his tracks, never a sound uttered from his lips or escaping the footfalls of red metal boots. An armor of deep-set gray covered his teenage but noticeably muscular form, arms wearing red gloves and protective titanium guards. His face remained mostly obscured by dark sunglasses, and longish auburn hair played in the wind with a yellow scarf to complete the curious array of colors.
He had a name, but not one he was proud of. Not even did he have a choice in his garb... it was what he was wearing from the day he'd been activated.
That's right. He was a machine. But no ordinary machine of the time... he could think for himself, make decisions, feel...
He lifted his angled face, looking no less human than the real thing, to the skies whilst continuing to contemplate himself. Yes, his very fathers had named him a mistake, a failed experiment... though he knew not why, he could come up with many a guess.
Before fleeing the accursed place of his construction, the robot had heard one of his creators mentioning the commencement of a new project... a replacement for 'the prototype.'
'Prototype' had quickly become 'Protoman,' having no other name by which to call himself. He cursed it each day of his endless travels, yet nothing more would come forth from his mind that suited him.
Even despite his intensely dark emotions of loneliness and rejection, he felt some comfort in being alone and able to do as he pleased without fear of punishment for his actions save those he brought upon himself. It was something he cherished, and would never forget or take for granted...
For he was free. The word tasted like sugar upon his lips (he had never tasted sugar, but from the way his creators had indulged in consuming it as candies he assumed it was a very good thing) that once in a while would cast a smile across his otherwise grim features.
Feeling the urge to move onward, Protoman stepped forward from the protective shade of the tree beside him into the harsh beatings of August sunlight upon the quiet wilderness. He avoided human settlement whenever possible, finding no need to interact with others either of his own kind or of the race that had built him. His resentment filled his mouth as rancid acid from all of the memories he tried so hard to forget... but never would they leave his mind.
But never would he allow suck darkness to cloud his judgement for long; for the world was a great adventure, and never would he deem to miss an instant of it. There was still much to learn, still much to understand... and a single lapse in concentration would mean his life. Animals lived in this dense jungle of a world, of both the flesh and metal varieties.
Anything could be near at any moment; at all costs he had to be on full alert for danger. His ever-so-sharp eyes raked across the dark and dreary landscape, narrowing at a small sound in the distance.
He had heard the rumors, of course. He would once in a while go into a small town in order to pick up any significant and/or worthwhile news. But only the other day Protoman had discovered something that chilled his titanium skeleton: one of his creators had become a renegade and turned his back on the human race. Thus, he declared war on the world... and to his other creator.
He remembered clearly enough. Thomas Light... a short, kind man with an image that would remind a child of Santa Claus. Protoman had to admit, he'd really never had anything against the good doctor... but his partner was a different story altogether.
Albert Wily. A man who looked older than his years but seemed to have a disgusted snarl eternally plastered across his grotesque and misshapen features... bushy eyebrows, beaked nose and cleft chin. From the minute he saw him, Protoman knew that the man was trouble. It was Wily that had first brought up the idea of replacing the red and gray robot... and wanted him destroyed.
And now the creation understood why.
Wily was a madman, a devil... his goal was to use the information he had shared with Doctor Light to take over the planet...
And Protoman was to be the first step.
However... thanks to some luck the robot had escaped that horrible fate, but now the world was being slowly taken over bit by bit... monstrous yet unintelligent machines meant to harm and strike fear into humans... and there was no one to stop him.
Except Protoman.
He didn't want this job... he didn't want to have to go after a lunatic scientist all alone... but what choice was there? Despite his low regard for humans... he still had a conscience. Whether it was programmed into him or not, he had one, and couldn't go against his instinct to protect.
And protect he would, as long as he was able.
Just then, a bloodcurdling scream cut into the robot's thoughts. He cursed under his breath, and took off running towards the source of the sound with yellow scarf flailing behind him in a current of wind.
AN: So how was it? Input, please! Do you want me to continue? I'm posting a couple of more chapters if you need a better idea of where this is going… Ja ne, minna! ~Sierra Omega~