So Far From My Sanity

-Disclaimer- I do not own the Megman franchise. Capcom is the official owner of Megaman, and their related characters.

Prologue

The blue warrior trudged through the desert. He stared at the endless amount of sand that sank beneath his feet as he walked. A dry breeze blew dust into his face, but he didn't seem to care. The blinding ball of fire above relentlessly shone on him. He longed for the dark, deep quietness of night. He had hated the sunlight, like a vampire, living only at night.

Why hadn't he have been able to save her.? The one human he had loved was gone.the only one who had understood him.Ando now she was gone from his life forever.

He hated drifting into his painful memories.they killed him inside, making him dark.and cold.Why can't I forget any of this..? He wondered. He knew he was the one at fault for Roll's death. Even though the people of Kattlelox told him it wasn't his fault. He wanted to die.for all the pain and suffering he had caused.

My friend. you are gone away.and I couldn't save you.

His dark blue armor shone in the midday sun. He looked at his buster gun and fired into the ground. He couldn't take the pressure. He couldn't look at Professor Barrell, the grandfather of Roll. He couldn't.take the guilt of not being able to save her. So he left.

"Megaman, it wasn't your fault that Roll was killed." Barrell had said. "Yes, gramps, it was my fault. If I had gotten her out before the attack.She would have been alive today." Megaman looked at the flutter. "If it weren't for me.She would have been alive." He walked off. Data, his small monkey friend, had begged to follow him. "No, Data.I've caused so much suffering already.I just want to be alone now."

Everyone blamed Sigma, for Roll's death. No one could say to his face that he had fucked up.they all wanted, and believed, that Megaman was not a killer.

He drifted back to the carefree days of his childhood spent with Roll.Oh, those peaceful days of playing outside and exploring their world. Before the wars began...before all the killing.all the blood.all the pain.all the hatred.

Megaman continued on through the desert, living in the past.Unbeknownst to him.someone watched, with great interest.slowly making its way to him.

Why can't I die? Why can't everything be the way it was before.?

The warrior looked up at the sky. It seemed to mock him, in all of its blue shimmering glory. Who was he? Why was he created? Data had all the answers Megaman needed. But he chose to keep the truth from Megaman. "It's best if you didn't know of such matters." The monkey said.

How long had he walked? A week.a month.a year perhaps? Megaman didn't know. didn't care.He would keep walking till he couldn't walk anymore.

Heh.that's a little hard for a robot to run out of energy.What am I? I know I must be a robot, but what's this other side of me that screams with emotion.

He would find the answers all on his own.

*Sorry for the short chapter. I'll definitely write more in the coming chapters.*