Heavy Metal!
Chapter 4
"Dreams"
By MEGAMANX411

A loud explosion was heard just nearby, causing Metal to jump with alarm. His eyes shot open, and he looked around. He knew that if there was trouble, his only real option was to run. After all, he wasn't very strong, he wasn't even complete. He looked around a corner of a building to see a horde of mavericks looting a building amidst the confusion. Another maverick riot.

Amidst all of the confusion, a single reploid girl with long black hair, dark purple armor and pale skin was being harassed by a group of humans. They cursed at her, spat on her, and kept shouting that she was with the mavericks. They clearly assumed that she had something to do with one of their friends being hurt. The girl screamed and tried to protest. She kept claiming she was innocent, and that she didn't want to see anyone hurt.

The humans didn't care what the reploid girl had to say. They kept shouting at her, pushing her to the ground, and then stomping on her. Metal gritted his teeth angrily at them. Those damn meat-bags thought they could get away with anything. They thought they were always justified, like they couldn't even be wrong at all. But Metal's main problem was that he knew he couldn't fight. He wasn't too strong...but that didn't change the fact that he was pissed.

Metal grabbed a nearby rock and hurled at one of the humans. The stone flew at high speed and smacked one human right in the face. The rock flew with such speed that some of his teeth were knocked out, and some blood squirted out of his mouth. Metal then rushed in front of the girl, and stood over her with his arms held out. He was blocking the humans from getting to her.

"What the fuck is your deal? Leave the girl alone, what the fuck did she do to you?" Metal shouted.

Metal then looked on as soon Maverick Hunters were approaching the area. Metal knew that if he was labeled maverick, he would pretty much be screwed. There would be no way out of it then. He wasn't strong enough. He inwardly laughed at his situation, and how "noble" his defending this girl was after all.

"Hold it right there!" a hunter shouted, running over.

"You're in for it now. You're dead, both of you!" a human mocked.

Metal kept his superior smirk plastered on his face. He would never submit to filth like them. Humans really disgusted him. They always underappreciated reploids. Reploids had the intellectual capacities of humans, they had emotions, so what was the difference? Was it just what they were made of and who they were made by? If that was the case, then Metal didn't see the logic.

The hunters now stood in front of Metal. They were absolutley massive. Too powerful for Metal to even consider going against. They would utterly annihilate him if he tried anything. Metal was, to be blunt, the weakest of the weak at this point. And that was what pissed him off more than anything in the world. He was always trying to get stronger, but as long as he was incomplete, he wouldn't be able to achieve his goal. And now he was going to die. These hunters were too strong for him to fight against.

"You and the reploid girl will come with us now. If you refuse, we will use force," one hunter commanded.

Something swelled up inside Metal. Feelings of courage and anger, the feelings necessary for rebellion. He knew he couldn't beat them in a fight, but he wanted to fight anyway. He couldn't give in. That would only prove his weakness. He would rather die defying his weakness than give in. He looked to a nearby crate, and resting on top of it was an illegal body part. A special eye component that gave reploids certain special abilities once equipped. Metal wondered if the best way to complete himself was with illegal means, so he could go against the hunters.

"I'm not going to repeat myself. Come with us NOW," another hunter added.

Metal swiped the eye, and quickly dug his hand into his right eye socket. He ripped the eye out that was there, causing lots of synthetic reploid blood to squirt out everywhere. He then slammed that illegal eye part in his head, making sure it was tightly locked in place. Metal then looked back at the hunters and smirked.

"Fuck you! I won't do what you tell me!" Metal shouted, using his eye.

In that instant, Metal and the reploid girl disappeared thanks to his special ability gained from the illegal part. That eye allowed him to freeze time temporarily and make his escape. Metal andthe girl then got into a hiding spot to wait for things to calm down. While they were hiding, they overheard the hunters who were chasing them earlier.

"Damn...those little punks got away. And that one foul-mouth stole an illegal part too," one hunter commented.

"What was he labeled Maverick for, again?" the other hunter asked.

"Being part of that riot, I believe. It was all kind of confusing during that situation. Plus, he did take that illegal part, so looting could be part of his crime. I'll write that down on the report," the first hunter answered.

"And that reploid girl that was with him?" the hunter questioned.

"She was part of it as well. Hunt her down when you have time," the first answered.

Metal spat and cursed. Just like that, he was now officially an outcast. He couldn't show his face anymore. But his sacrifice did end up saving that reploid girl. She was still really shaken up from the whole turn of events, and was still crying.

"Hey, you're safe now. You can stop crying," Metal whispered, rubbing her shoulder.

"Thank you..." the girl replied.

"What's your name anyway?" Metal asked.

"My name's Goth...w-what about you?" Goth asked, still sniffling a little.

"It's Metal. Nice to meet ya Goth, glad I could rescue you from filth like that. No one deserves that," Metal replied.

"But now we're both going to be hunted..." Goth muttered, hanging her head low.

"Hey, it doesn't matter. You know why?" Metal asked, trying to cheer her up.

"What do you mean?" Goth asked.

"Because we're going to escape, you and me. We're gonna live in peace by ourselves. And let me tell you, once I'm completed, no one's gonna get in our way. Not the hunters, the humans, anyone..." Metal answered.


There was then a sudden flash of light, and Metal saw himself sitting on a table. There were plans thrown all over the lab around him, and several parts seemed to be missing. An old man walked over Metal, announcing how he was supposed to be a masterpiece. But then something happened. All of the sudden, the old man's face turned to disgust, and he now said that Metal was an incomplete piece of junk. The plans didn't tell the old man how exactly to finish building Metal, something was missing.

That's when he saw that red demon, Zero. That robot who gained all of the old man's attention. He focused entirely on him. And when he was activated, he remembered seeing his bloodthirsty eyes.


Metal's eyes shot open, and he finally woke up. He was dreaming...dreaming about his past, of all things. No matter how far he ran, he couldn't escape it. It was always there to haunt him. He then felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" Goth asked.

"I'm fine. Just had a dream," Metal replied.

"Metal...d-do you remember when you first met me?" Goth asked.

"Yeah, I do. I remember it perfectly well. That's why I'm gonna make sure I succeed at my plan, then we can live by ourselves in peace, just like I promised we would," Metal replied.

"But...do you have to fight? Metal, I'm getting so tired of having to be frightened...of you. I want you to promise me something," Goth whispered.

"What is it?" Metal asked.

"Don't kill or hurt anyone, please. If you don't have to hurt them, please don't do it..." Goth whispered.

Metal shook his head and rolled his eyes. Those kind of idealistic comments were wasted on him. But still, it was coming from Goth. She was one of the reasons he wanted to get stronger. Besides...there was only one guy he really wanted to get back at. The rest he could just scare the hell out of, if it made Goth feel better.

"Alright, alright, get off my back. I won't hurt anyone that I don't need to. You satisfied?" Metal asked, taunting Goth.

Goth just smiled back. She was glad that she was able to deter Metal's bloodlust to some degree. He wasn't a monster like everyone else believed, or at least that's what Goth had always hoped to be the case.

"OK, it's time to get going. I want you to stay out of sight. Understand?" Metal asked.

Metal slowly crept into the specified place of the transaction. It was dark, with only some dimly light lamps partially illuminating a few areas. It was still far too dark to really even consider lit up, though. One could easilyhide inmany areas, whichmade Metal even more apprehensive. He slowly approached a crate, which was supposedly filled with materials. But something was amiss.

He had seen these before somewhere. He tried to remember. During one of his previous hits, he had remembered that some goods were confiscated by the hunters before he could swipe them. And there was no way anyone would be dumb enough to go into Maverick Hunter HQ, swipe the parts, and sell them off.

"Fuck! I've been set up!" Metal shouted, turning around.

"Metal, you are under arrest!" a hunter shouted.

Alt, Pop, and Copper appeared around a corner. Metal gritted his teeth angrily as he realized how much trouble he was in. Three hunters appeared to catch him...and at the worst possible time! Metal knew he could scrap the hunters with relative ease, they did look like low-ranked fighters...but he couldn't kill them.

"Hold on! He's ours!" two figures shouted.

From the ceiling descended two other reploids. Bounty hunters. Things were bound to get interesting with a third party involved, but the problem was that Metal couldn't kill anyone now. His only option was to run, but even that had its limits.