Megaman Battle Network - New Generation
Book 4 - The Last Shadow
By Zelloss
Author's Note: Now then. This is PROBABLY confusing. After all, at last sight, I was doing Book 4 as a Cybersystem story. However, I've chosen to seperate Cybersystem into another Fanfiction, Obviously entitled 'Chronicles of Cybersystem'. This book takes place LONG after the other books, being the last chronologically (As far as it's currently planned). It takes place after 'Chronicles', too. So don't be surprised about a couple spoilers I give away without meaning to. Anyway...
WARNING: The biggest warning I have to you is to watch what names appears in between the -=- thingies after a story break or at the start of a chapter, that's who's view point it is... But, yeah, there's also gory details. Of course.
Chapter 1 - Tales from a ghost
-=-Zelloss-=-
My name is Zelloss Grausherra. No, I'm not really alive. I'm just a floating ghost, watching humanity screw itself into oblivion.
Okay, I admit, I've taken a pessimistic outlook on the future of humanity. What did you expect? I've had 130 years or more to watch humanity realize it's mistakes, try to fix them, and create more problems.
Let's see. Judging by what I expect of humanity, well, for those of you that remain totally human, your thoughts are still dwelling on Navis. Perhaps, at most recent, the Cyberbands, right?
Wrong. Sorry, but this is one area where you're wrong.
Now, if you're still dwelling on thoughts of Navis, it's been 150 years, kiddo. 70 since Cyberbands were invented and Navis dissapeared. 10 since Cyberbands were removed.
That's 136 years since Hayato stopped Juno, and I died.
Long time, ne? Well, it's only gotten more confusing.
Navis are long gone. They were replaced by Cyberbands after a Black Hole destroyed nearly all data on the net. That, too, proved to be too easy a power to abuse, although it took 60 years before they figured that one out... So, they banned the use of Cyberbands and, once and for all, sealed off the net from being able to be abused.
Well, for once, something humanity as a whole has tried worked. For a while, anyway.
And you know what? People have only gotten crazier.
It's kinda fun watching the day-to-day life of people, not having to meet deadlines, sleep, or really do anything.
You're probably wonder why I'm not burning in hell like I should be, right?
Well, it's obvious, really. Although, by all rights, I should be burning in the pits, I'm not. I couldn't go down there. I sacrificed my life to save another. My last act was holy, so I couldn't go down to hell, but my life was sin, so I couldn't go up to heaven. Gee, where does that leave a guy? Earth.
It has been interesting, I'll admit, to have been able to watch over my children, and their children. Heck, Zann, Hayato, Lesteo, Jezin, Sirius... all of them have ended up floating here 'In limbo', as we call it. Sometimes my dearest comes down from the holy lands to visit me, even. So, essentially, for me, this place is heaven.
Now then, back on track. The world's gotten another brilliant scheme planted in the minds of humanity to break the world apart. Robotics.
Yeah, you heard me right, Robotics. It used to be used, then was scrapped, now it's back. With the science people have stored away for years about AI, people have been able to create ingenious robots.
Even ones capable of good. It's strange how nobody yet has figured out that these can be used for evil. Except for a couple.
Dr. Light is the real mastermind behind robotics. He's designed the most usefull and smart robots yet. His associate and assistant - Dr. Wily. Gee, can't see the problem starting right here.
And, of course, helping along, just like my father to the originals, is one of my great-great-great-grandsons (I think that's it), Dynastu Yobuu. Yeah. Yobuu. That's right.
I guess I don't really need to tell you much, do I? Oh, let's see, there's one more thing.
This may (or may not) come as a shock to you, but Wily just yesterday reprogrammed Light's top six robots to go under his control as machines of destruction, and left Light and Dynastu to figure something out...
This... This is going to be bloody interesting... Don't you think?
* * * * *
-=-Dynastu-=-
I'm Dynastu Yobuu. Assistant to Professor Thomas Light. Don't bug me...
"Dynastu! Think, there has to be a way..." Thomas looked at me. "If this keeps up any longer..."
"I don't know, Doctor..." I said. "I'd like to say that a robot would do it, but AI can't be improved to beat what's already been created..."
Thomas nodded. "The only thing smarter then a bot is a human... But humans don't have the power to take on robots..."
I stood, thinking for another moment.
I looked out the window, and heard some cars screech and collide.
I looked for another moment.
There he was.
A young child, with short brown hair, caught under one of the fallen cars. He was still alive, I could sense, but he wouldn't be for long.
I didn't realize what that small realization would end up causing.
* * * * *
-=-Rock-=-
I shouted out in pain.
My lungs had filled with blood, having been torn open from the collision. Why did I have to still live, I wondered, when I was in such pain.
"Comeon..." some people shouted, although I could barely see their faces. My vision was going blurry.
I felt the weight being pulled off me, and suddenly, there was nothing stopping the bleeding. I could feel my warm blood spill out over my gut.
"Where is he..." I heard a voice shout.
"Over here... Can you help him...?" I heard a female voice answer. I tried to smile, despite the pain. My sister, Roll.
"Yeah... I..." a man in a lab coat kneeled down next to me. "What's this kid's name?" he demanded, while tearing off a sleeve from the arm of his shirt.
"Rock..." Roll responded. "He's my brother..."
I felt the man grab me and pull the material tight around my waste, trying to hold some of the blood in. I was getting weaker by the second.
I managed a moan of pain.
"Hang in there, Rock..." the man said. "I don't want anybody to die here..."
* * * * *
-=-Dynastu-=-
I looked at the poor boy, stuck in bed, sometime later. He had survived, but barely. He'd never be able to recover, because of what had happened.
"Will... Will he ever be able to leave...?" Roll asked.
Roll was a caring girl. Long blonde hair, and a red dress. I looked at her. She seemed so innocent. "I saved her, that's all I can do... I don't think he'll ever be able to live freely again..."
Roll started to cry. "Ever since Dad died, everything bad has been happening..."
"Huh...?" I asked.
"Mom went and killed herself..." A tear rolled down her soft cheek. "She was too sad to continue living. Then Rock is left like this..."
"Don't cry..." I said.
My mind kept, for some reason, racing back to the bigger problem, of the stampeding robots. They'd be here, in Marina, in only a couple days. I had to be ready for them.
"Why am I thinking about robots at a time like this?" I asked myself.
Then it hit me.
"Roll... Listen, you care about Rock, right...?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course I do, he's my only living relative, and he's my brother..." Roll said.
I gulped. "Listen, Roll..."
Roll looked up at me expectantly.
"There... There might be something I can do to help him..."
Roll jumped up and grabbed me, before I had a chance to explain.
"But it's risky... Your brother will never be the same, either way..."
* * * * *
-=-Roll-=-
"But it's risky... Your brother will never be the same, either way..."
I backed up a bit, and looked up at Dynastu. He was older then I was, but not by that many years. He had black hair, glasses, and a black, traditional-looking outfit, almost like something out of an ancient japanese clothing catalogue.
"What are you talking about...?" I asked.
"Roll, this is going to be hard for you, don't answer right away..." Dynastu said. He took a deep breath.
"Rock isn't going to be able to leave without constant medical care. There is one way to bypass this, but I don't know if it'll work or not. If it doesn't things could go terribly wrong..."
"What are you... Surgery...?"
"More then that. We'd have to turn him into a robot..."
"What?" I shouted, part horror, shock, and disgust.
"Not like those that are on TV, destroying things. Listen Roll..." Dynastu took a deep breath.
"If Rock gets the aid of robotic parts to cover those damaged, not only will he be able to live mostly normally, but he can protect you against anything..."
"You... Are you serious...?" I asked.
"I... I have yet to talk with Dr. Light about this, but perhaps your brother could actually save somebody other then you..."
"You... You mean my brother could become a hero...? But how would he save people?"
"Combat. We need somebody to fight against the robots. Other strong robots can't be created in the time needed, not with the AI required. Since he'll be human still, he can't go evil. He'll have the intelligence of a human and the powers of a robot..."
"And he'll be a monster..." I looked harshly at Dynastu. "You mean to turn my brother into a freak..."
"Please, Roll..." Dynastu reached out for me.
I smacked his hand away, turned, and ran.
* * * * *
-=-Thomas-=-
"You want to WHAT?" I demanded to Dynastu.
"Turn Rock into a part-robot..."
"How the heck is that going to help? Don't worry about the boy, we've got bigger fish to fry right no..."
Dynastu stopped me. "Listen to me. If he becomes a robot, he'll have the mind of a human, making him inable to be converted to evil easily, and from what I've heard about him, he's of just mind...
"With the powers of a robot, he could protect people, too, perhaps fight against the others..."
I looked at Dynastu like he was a madman, then slowly began to realize what he said.
"Wait, are you... You've figured it out, Dynastu!" I shouted.
Dynastu laughed nervously. "Almost. One problem. Roll refuses to let it happen to her brother..."
"I... I see..." I sighed. "Dynastu, you wouldn't be up for being subjected to this for a test, would you...?"
I backed off for a moment. "Wh... What?" Dynastu exclaimed.
"If she sees that it works good for somebody else, mabye she'll let us use her brother..."
"W... Well..." Dynastu's mouth fell open. "It's worth a shot, but can it be done twice in two days? I'd expect something like this could take a long time..."
"Listen, Dynastu, this has to be done..." I pleaded.
Dynastu gulped, and looked to the sky. "Give me a moment..." he turned and walked off.
I hoped he would let me do it.
If he didn't, I didn't know what would possibly happen.
* * * * *
-=-Zelloss-=-
I floated down into the room, through the walls, interested in Dynastu's thoughts.
"Zel, you there?" Dynastu called out. I wanted to answer, but I knew I shouldn't.
"What should I do?" Dynastu asked. "I... I know I should, but I'm worried... I wonder if I'll ever be the same myself..."
There was a moment of silence.
"Zel, I need your help on this one... Please... Give me some advice... Just this once..."
"Just this once..."
I saw the wind rippled Dynastu's hair as he stood upon the rooftop of the lab. "Please, somebody, give me some advice..."
I was about to cut in, when somebody else did.
"Do it, go ahead. You don't got anything to lose..." a man laughed.
"Amyrth, shut up..."
Now, Amyrth, he's my other favorite great-great-great-grandson. These two are polar opposites. Totally different, beyond believability. One thing they share, however, is the ability of robotics.
Amyrth is the early me, really, to the extreme. Purple hair and purple eyes, the mark of a Grausherra, a black vest, and torn shorts. Kinda looks like Zann. Except he's leaner, and much harsher.
He also managed to find my Ruby-Knife, but I don't feel the need to get into that right now.
"Well, do it!" Amyrth said. "Listen, I'm worried about the world too. If you do it, and manage to go through with it, it doesn't matter if Roll lets Rock undergo the transformation, you'll be able to fight either way..."
Amyrth grinned evilly. "And if it fails and you die, I'm there to take over your position..."
"Knowing you..." Dynastu responded, "You'd sabatoge the process just to make sure I don't make it through."
Amyrth laughed. "I wouldn't dream about it..."
I knew that Amyrth was lying.
Dynastu grinned. "Well, then, that's it. I'm doing it, but if you come near me, let the ghosts of the Grausherras haunt you for the rest of eternity..."
I laughed. As Dynastu turned and walked away, I whispered something into his ear, just faintly, putting my voice into the material world.
"Nice try, Dynastu..."
Dynastu paused. "Oh, sure, Now you talk to me..." he sighed and walked down back into the lab.
I looked over at Amyrth, who was still standing there, a small can of beer in his right hand.
I sighed. At the very least, I didn't drink.
Okay, so that's a lie. But I don't need to get into that.
* * * * *
-=-Amyrth-=-
I moved silently into the operation room. Poor Dynastu was lying there, already completed.
Red armor covered his body, and a red-and-white helm on top, a yellow cape flying back from behind him. His left hand was gloved in red, his right, a hand with a hole in the center of it.
I didn't bother to ask about the hole, I had no time. I pulled out the Ruby-handled knife...
I remembered finding it. I had awoken one night, in a cold sweat, a strong urge to go to an old burnt down orphanage pulling me.
There, I had found it. Somehow, it had been hidden in a box, never really taken notice of.
A twin moon symbol, the infamous sign of the Grausherras, was carved into the handle.
I looked over the fine blade for a moment, before moving over to Dynastu's body. "Well," I asked myself, "Where should I leave a mark...?"
I knew that I couldn't leave a weak spot. His body was covered in armor. Which left the face. He had to be kept alive, killing him now would be too easy.
I realized it suddenly.
I looked over his calm face, and stabbed the blade twice, extracting two small, pale, wiggling orbs covered in muscle and fat. Red stemmed from the holes left.
"I'll leave the bastard blind..." I laughed, as I lifted Dynastu's hand to wipe the evidence off the knife.
"There'll be nothing to stop Light from getting rid of a blind assistant..." I laughed.
* * * * *
-=-Dynastu-=-
I felt myself awaken.
I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I felt lighter in the head.
I tried to reach up, but my body was heavier then normal.
"Hey, Dynastu? You awake in there...?"
"Yeah..." I responded to Thomas' voice. "But I can't open my eyes..."
"Dynastu, something went wrong..." Thomas said. "Not by my hand, I assure you. But you're blind..."
"What?" I demanded. "What happened?"
"I don't know..." Thomas sighed. "The transformation was perfect. Your face was perfect. I left for half a second, then I returned. Your eyeballs had been stabbed out, and your sockets were filling with blood. Definatly a new one for me. I did, thankfully, manage to heal them up..."
"I modified the optic nerves... Just say 'Visor on'..."
"Visor on..."
Instantly, I saw the world open up before my very... Errr... Sockets.
"I hooked your optic sensors up to a black visor... Not only does it look mysterious, but it will allow you to see... Just do not remove them..."
"Why?"
"The sight..." Thomas explained, "Of empty sockets and nerves connecting to shades is a truly horrifying thing. It's scarred me for the rest of my life, and I've seen people die in strange experiments. Think of what a normal person like Roll would do..."
I nodded, and realized I had recovered enough strength to life myself up. I caught a look at myself in a large mirror in front of my bed.
"I... I look so strange..."
"That's what you look like now, Dynastu..."
"I'm not Dynastu anymore..." I said. "I need... I need a different name..."
"Like what?" Thomas asked.
I thought for a moment.
I heard a faint whisper.
"Protoman" I repeated.
Author's Note: Now then. This is PROBABLY confusing. After all, at last sight, I was doing Book 4 as a Cybersystem story. However, I've chosen to seperate Cybersystem into another Fanfiction, Obviously entitled 'Chronicles of Cybersystem'. This book takes place LONG after the other books, being the last chronologically (As far as it's currently planned). It takes place after 'Chronicles', too. So don't be surprised about a couple spoilers I give away without meaning to. Anyway...
WARNING: The biggest warning I have to you is to watch what names appears in between the -=- thingies after a story break or at the start of a chapter, that's who's view point it is... But, yeah, there's also gory details. Of course.
Chapter 1 - Tales from a ghost
-=-Zelloss-=-
My name is Zelloss Grausherra. No, I'm not really alive. I'm just a floating ghost, watching humanity screw itself into oblivion.
Okay, I admit, I've taken a pessimistic outlook on the future of humanity. What did you expect? I've had 130 years or more to watch humanity realize it's mistakes, try to fix them, and create more problems.
Let's see. Judging by what I expect of humanity, well, for those of you that remain totally human, your thoughts are still dwelling on Navis. Perhaps, at most recent, the Cyberbands, right?
Wrong. Sorry, but this is one area where you're wrong.
Now, if you're still dwelling on thoughts of Navis, it's been 150 years, kiddo. 70 since Cyberbands were invented and Navis dissapeared. 10 since Cyberbands were removed.
That's 136 years since Hayato stopped Juno, and I died.
Long time, ne? Well, it's only gotten more confusing.
Navis are long gone. They were replaced by Cyberbands after a Black Hole destroyed nearly all data on the net. That, too, proved to be too easy a power to abuse, although it took 60 years before they figured that one out... So, they banned the use of Cyberbands and, once and for all, sealed off the net from being able to be abused.
Well, for once, something humanity as a whole has tried worked. For a while, anyway.
And you know what? People have only gotten crazier.
It's kinda fun watching the day-to-day life of people, not having to meet deadlines, sleep, or really do anything.
You're probably wonder why I'm not burning in hell like I should be, right?
Well, it's obvious, really. Although, by all rights, I should be burning in the pits, I'm not. I couldn't go down there. I sacrificed my life to save another. My last act was holy, so I couldn't go down to hell, but my life was sin, so I couldn't go up to heaven. Gee, where does that leave a guy? Earth.
It has been interesting, I'll admit, to have been able to watch over my children, and their children. Heck, Zann, Hayato, Lesteo, Jezin, Sirius... all of them have ended up floating here 'In limbo', as we call it. Sometimes my dearest comes down from the holy lands to visit me, even. So, essentially, for me, this place is heaven.
Now then, back on track. The world's gotten another brilliant scheme planted in the minds of humanity to break the world apart. Robotics.
Yeah, you heard me right, Robotics. It used to be used, then was scrapped, now it's back. With the science people have stored away for years about AI, people have been able to create ingenious robots.
Even ones capable of good. It's strange how nobody yet has figured out that these can be used for evil. Except for a couple.
Dr. Light is the real mastermind behind robotics. He's designed the most usefull and smart robots yet. His associate and assistant - Dr. Wily. Gee, can't see the problem starting right here.
And, of course, helping along, just like my father to the originals, is one of my great-great-great-grandsons (I think that's it), Dynastu Yobuu. Yeah. Yobuu. That's right.
I guess I don't really need to tell you much, do I? Oh, let's see, there's one more thing.
This may (or may not) come as a shock to you, but Wily just yesterday reprogrammed Light's top six robots to go under his control as machines of destruction, and left Light and Dynastu to figure something out...
This... This is going to be bloody interesting... Don't you think?
* * * * *
-=-Dynastu-=-
I'm Dynastu Yobuu. Assistant to Professor Thomas Light. Don't bug me...
"Dynastu! Think, there has to be a way..." Thomas looked at me. "If this keeps up any longer..."
"I don't know, Doctor..." I said. "I'd like to say that a robot would do it, but AI can't be improved to beat what's already been created..."
Thomas nodded. "The only thing smarter then a bot is a human... But humans don't have the power to take on robots..."
I stood, thinking for another moment.
I looked out the window, and heard some cars screech and collide.
I looked for another moment.
There he was.
A young child, with short brown hair, caught under one of the fallen cars. He was still alive, I could sense, but he wouldn't be for long.
I didn't realize what that small realization would end up causing.
* * * * *
-=-Rock-=-
I shouted out in pain.
My lungs had filled with blood, having been torn open from the collision. Why did I have to still live, I wondered, when I was in such pain.
"Comeon..." some people shouted, although I could barely see their faces. My vision was going blurry.
I felt the weight being pulled off me, and suddenly, there was nothing stopping the bleeding. I could feel my warm blood spill out over my gut.
"Where is he..." I heard a voice shout.
"Over here... Can you help him...?" I heard a female voice answer. I tried to smile, despite the pain. My sister, Roll.
"Yeah... I..." a man in a lab coat kneeled down next to me. "What's this kid's name?" he demanded, while tearing off a sleeve from the arm of his shirt.
"Rock..." Roll responded. "He's my brother..."
I felt the man grab me and pull the material tight around my waste, trying to hold some of the blood in. I was getting weaker by the second.
I managed a moan of pain.
"Hang in there, Rock..." the man said. "I don't want anybody to die here..."
* * * * *
-=-Dynastu-=-
I looked at the poor boy, stuck in bed, sometime later. He had survived, but barely. He'd never be able to recover, because of what had happened.
"Will... Will he ever be able to leave...?" Roll asked.
Roll was a caring girl. Long blonde hair, and a red dress. I looked at her. She seemed so innocent. "I saved her, that's all I can do... I don't think he'll ever be able to live freely again..."
Roll started to cry. "Ever since Dad died, everything bad has been happening..."
"Huh...?" I asked.
"Mom went and killed herself..." A tear rolled down her soft cheek. "She was too sad to continue living. Then Rock is left like this..."
"Don't cry..." I said.
My mind kept, for some reason, racing back to the bigger problem, of the stampeding robots. They'd be here, in Marina, in only a couple days. I had to be ready for them.
"Why am I thinking about robots at a time like this?" I asked myself.
Then it hit me.
"Roll... Listen, you care about Rock, right...?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course I do, he's my only living relative, and he's my brother..." Roll said.
I gulped. "Listen, Roll..."
Roll looked up at me expectantly.
"There... There might be something I can do to help him..."
Roll jumped up and grabbed me, before I had a chance to explain.
"But it's risky... Your brother will never be the same, either way..."
* * * * *
-=-Roll-=-
"But it's risky... Your brother will never be the same, either way..."
I backed up a bit, and looked up at Dynastu. He was older then I was, but not by that many years. He had black hair, glasses, and a black, traditional-looking outfit, almost like something out of an ancient japanese clothing catalogue.
"What are you talking about...?" I asked.
"Roll, this is going to be hard for you, don't answer right away..." Dynastu said. He took a deep breath.
"Rock isn't going to be able to leave without constant medical care. There is one way to bypass this, but I don't know if it'll work or not. If it doesn't things could go terribly wrong..."
"What are you... Surgery...?"
"More then that. We'd have to turn him into a robot..."
"What?" I shouted, part horror, shock, and disgust.
"Not like those that are on TV, destroying things. Listen Roll..." Dynastu took a deep breath.
"If Rock gets the aid of robotic parts to cover those damaged, not only will he be able to live mostly normally, but he can protect you against anything..."
"You... Are you serious...?" I asked.
"I... I have yet to talk with Dr. Light about this, but perhaps your brother could actually save somebody other then you..."
"You... You mean my brother could become a hero...? But how would he save people?"
"Combat. We need somebody to fight against the robots. Other strong robots can't be created in the time needed, not with the AI required. Since he'll be human still, he can't go evil. He'll have the intelligence of a human and the powers of a robot..."
"And he'll be a monster..." I looked harshly at Dynastu. "You mean to turn my brother into a freak..."
"Please, Roll..." Dynastu reached out for me.
I smacked his hand away, turned, and ran.
* * * * *
-=-Thomas-=-
"You want to WHAT?" I demanded to Dynastu.
"Turn Rock into a part-robot..."
"How the heck is that going to help? Don't worry about the boy, we've got bigger fish to fry right no..."
Dynastu stopped me. "Listen to me. If he becomes a robot, he'll have the mind of a human, making him inable to be converted to evil easily, and from what I've heard about him, he's of just mind...
"With the powers of a robot, he could protect people, too, perhaps fight against the others..."
I looked at Dynastu like he was a madman, then slowly began to realize what he said.
"Wait, are you... You've figured it out, Dynastu!" I shouted.
Dynastu laughed nervously. "Almost. One problem. Roll refuses to let it happen to her brother..."
"I... I see..." I sighed. "Dynastu, you wouldn't be up for being subjected to this for a test, would you...?"
I backed off for a moment. "Wh... What?" Dynastu exclaimed.
"If she sees that it works good for somebody else, mabye she'll let us use her brother..."
"W... Well..." Dynastu's mouth fell open. "It's worth a shot, but can it be done twice in two days? I'd expect something like this could take a long time..."
"Listen, Dynastu, this has to be done..." I pleaded.
Dynastu gulped, and looked to the sky. "Give me a moment..." he turned and walked off.
I hoped he would let me do it.
If he didn't, I didn't know what would possibly happen.
* * * * *
-=-Zelloss-=-
I floated down into the room, through the walls, interested in Dynastu's thoughts.
"Zel, you there?" Dynastu called out. I wanted to answer, but I knew I shouldn't.
"What should I do?" Dynastu asked. "I... I know I should, but I'm worried... I wonder if I'll ever be the same myself..."
There was a moment of silence.
"Zel, I need your help on this one... Please... Give me some advice... Just this once..."
"Just this once..."
I saw the wind rippled Dynastu's hair as he stood upon the rooftop of the lab. "Please, somebody, give me some advice..."
I was about to cut in, when somebody else did.
"Do it, go ahead. You don't got anything to lose..." a man laughed.
"Amyrth, shut up..."
Now, Amyrth, he's my other favorite great-great-great-grandson. These two are polar opposites. Totally different, beyond believability. One thing they share, however, is the ability of robotics.
Amyrth is the early me, really, to the extreme. Purple hair and purple eyes, the mark of a Grausherra, a black vest, and torn shorts. Kinda looks like Zann. Except he's leaner, and much harsher.
He also managed to find my Ruby-Knife, but I don't feel the need to get into that right now.
"Well, do it!" Amyrth said. "Listen, I'm worried about the world too. If you do it, and manage to go through with it, it doesn't matter if Roll lets Rock undergo the transformation, you'll be able to fight either way..."
Amyrth grinned evilly. "And if it fails and you die, I'm there to take over your position..."
"Knowing you..." Dynastu responded, "You'd sabatoge the process just to make sure I don't make it through."
Amyrth laughed. "I wouldn't dream about it..."
I knew that Amyrth was lying.
Dynastu grinned. "Well, then, that's it. I'm doing it, but if you come near me, let the ghosts of the Grausherras haunt you for the rest of eternity..."
I laughed. As Dynastu turned and walked away, I whispered something into his ear, just faintly, putting my voice into the material world.
"Nice try, Dynastu..."
Dynastu paused. "Oh, sure, Now you talk to me..." he sighed and walked down back into the lab.
I looked over at Amyrth, who was still standing there, a small can of beer in his right hand.
I sighed. At the very least, I didn't drink.
Okay, so that's a lie. But I don't need to get into that.
* * * * *
-=-Amyrth-=-
I moved silently into the operation room. Poor Dynastu was lying there, already completed.
Red armor covered his body, and a red-and-white helm on top, a yellow cape flying back from behind him. His left hand was gloved in red, his right, a hand with a hole in the center of it.
I didn't bother to ask about the hole, I had no time. I pulled out the Ruby-handled knife...
I remembered finding it. I had awoken one night, in a cold sweat, a strong urge to go to an old burnt down orphanage pulling me.
There, I had found it. Somehow, it had been hidden in a box, never really taken notice of.
A twin moon symbol, the infamous sign of the Grausherras, was carved into the handle.
I looked over the fine blade for a moment, before moving over to Dynastu's body. "Well," I asked myself, "Where should I leave a mark...?"
I knew that I couldn't leave a weak spot. His body was covered in armor. Which left the face. He had to be kept alive, killing him now would be too easy.
I realized it suddenly.
I looked over his calm face, and stabbed the blade twice, extracting two small, pale, wiggling orbs covered in muscle and fat. Red stemmed from the holes left.
"I'll leave the bastard blind..." I laughed, as I lifted Dynastu's hand to wipe the evidence off the knife.
"There'll be nothing to stop Light from getting rid of a blind assistant..." I laughed.
* * * * *
-=-Dynastu-=-
I felt myself awaken.
I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I felt lighter in the head.
I tried to reach up, but my body was heavier then normal.
"Hey, Dynastu? You awake in there...?"
"Yeah..." I responded to Thomas' voice. "But I can't open my eyes..."
"Dynastu, something went wrong..." Thomas said. "Not by my hand, I assure you. But you're blind..."
"What?" I demanded. "What happened?"
"I don't know..." Thomas sighed. "The transformation was perfect. Your face was perfect. I left for half a second, then I returned. Your eyeballs had been stabbed out, and your sockets were filling with blood. Definatly a new one for me. I did, thankfully, manage to heal them up..."
"I modified the optic nerves... Just say 'Visor on'..."
"Visor on..."
Instantly, I saw the world open up before my very... Errr... Sockets.
"I hooked your optic sensors up to a black visor... Not only does it look mysterious, but it will allow you to see... Just do not remove them..."
"Why?"
"The sight..." Thomas explained, "Of empty sockets and nerves connecting to shades is a truly horrifying thing. It's scarred me for the rest of my life, and I've seen people die in strange experiments. Think of what a normal person like Roll would do..."
I nodded, and realized I had recovered enough strength to life myself up. I caught a look at myself in a large mirror in front of my bed.
"I... I look so strange..."
"That's what you look like now, Dynastu..."
"I'm not Dynastu anymore..." I said. "I need... I need a different name..."
"Like what?" Thomas asked.
I thought for a moment.
I heard a faint whisper.
"Protoman" I repeated.