Megaman does not belong to me, nothing belongs to me, in fact only own
parts of this story.
This is a sequel (yes, a, not the, there has been a real sequel in the works since the first one came out) to A Killing Love, A Healing Love.
Oh and beware, rape and nastiness will be abound
Consider it in response to the reviews saying Zero fell apart too quickly.
Silent Friend
Agape. A-ga-pay, not A-gape. At least that's how I think it's pronounced. And that's what I'm calling you, Agape.
It's Latin you know, it's one of the words for love.
It is unconditional love. It is a love that doesn't care who or what you are, you could be the sickest, most depraved person in the world and still have that love. It is a love that God is supposed to have for his children, a gift he gives them.
I don't know if Repliods constitute as such, but if I felt anything at all for Him, that is the word that best fits it.
I'm calling you this because I think it's what I need. I hurt, I hurt so much, and I still love him. It is agony.
...
Some people think I'm being weak, or perhaps over reacting, after all, humans recover emotionally and physically from it, why can't I, the great Maverick Hunter, bounce back a bit faster instead of sinking deeper?
...
I've heard whispers. The whispers silence when I am near, worse so are the ones that don't.
The whispers say that it is my fault. Perhaps I invited it, or even enjoyed it.
They say that I deserved it.
But He screams at them, He confronts them because I am too cowardly, He punishes them, He protects me.
He says that it wasn't my fault.
He says that what they say isn't true, and that I shouldn't listen to them.
He says that no one deserves it, least of all me.
He says he loves me.
I had almost believed him until he said that. I want to believe it, but I can't. I need to believe it but it is impossible.
And that is why I sink, why I go deeper and deeper into darkness and depression. I surfaced briefly when he came back to me, when he was mine, but now I slowly submerge.
Humans have friends, have family, have moral support.
He was the only one I had, and I lost that.
He was me Brother, He was my Father, He was my Son, He was my Lover.
He is my Jail keeper.
He is my Torturer.
He is my Defiler.
My Rapist, My Love.
He Owned me before he ever lifted a hand against me. I freely gave my soul to Him.
I feel cold inside. I feel hollow with the cold north wind blowing though and rattling little things inside my hollow shell.
That is why I call you Agape, for I am a gape, my wound still open needing, something to fill it.
It could very easily be hate. But I want it to be love again.
So my dear journal, my mirror self, my silent friend, you are the only one I can talk to. You will guard my secrets.
--Zero
This is a sequel (yes, a, not the, there has been a real sequel in the works since the first one came out) to A Killing Love, A Healing Love.
Oh and beware, rape and nastiness will be abound
Consider it in response to the reviews saying Zero fell apart too quickly.
Silent Friend
Agape. A-ga-pay, not A-gape. At least that's how I think it's pronounced. And that's what I'm calling you, Agape.
It's Latin you know, it's one of the words for love.
It is unconditional love. It is a love that doesn't care who or what you are, you could be the sickest, most depraved person in the world and still have that love. It is a love that God is supposed to have for his children, a gift he gives them.
I don't know if Repliods constitute as such, but if I felt anything at all for Him, that is the word that best fits it.
I'm calling you this because I think it's what I need. I hurt, I hurt so much, and I still love him. It is agony.
...
Some people think I'm being weak, or perhaps over reacting, after all, humans recover emotionally and physically from it, why can't I, the great Maverick Hunter, bounce back a bit faster instead of sinking deeper?
...
I've heard whispers. The whispers silence when I am near, worse so are the ones that don't.
The whispers say that it is my fault. Perhaps I invited it, or even enjoyed it.
They say that I deserved it.
But He screams at them, He confronts them because I am too cowardly, He punishes them, He protects me.
He says that it wasn't my fault.
He says that what they say isn't true, and that I shouldn't listen to them.
He says that no one deserves it, least of all me.
He says he loves me.
I had almost believed him until he said that. I want to believe it, but I can't. I need to believe it but it is impossible.
And that is why I sink, why I go deeper and deeper into darkness and depression. I surfaced briefly when he came back to me, when he was mine, but now I slowly submerge.
Humans have friends, have family, have moral support.
He was the only one I had, and I lost that.
He was me Brother, He was my Father, He was my Son, He was my Lover.
He is my Jail keeper.
He is my Torturer.
He is my Defiler.
My Rapist, My Love.
He Owned me before he ever lifted a hand against me. I freely gave my soul to Him.
I feel cold inside. I feel hollow with the cold north wind blowing though and rattling little things inside my hollow shell.
That is why I call you Agape, for I am a gape, my wound still open needing, something to fill it.
It could very easily be hate. But I want it to be love again.
So my dear journal, my mirror self, my silent friend, you are the only one I can talk to. You will guard my secrets.
--Zero