Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this. I'm merely using them to entertain and possibly parody. Capcom owns everything here.
I'm living a curse.
Stuck with disjointed memories of my past, still unsure of who I am, what my purpose is.
I've remembered enough to piece together my early days...to say my father was a maniac was an understatement. His hatred of an enemy had driven him to complete insanity, I was his final, and greatest creation. Back then I believed that he was right and everything else was wrong. I followed his orders without considering my own wants. I didn't know what to believe, and my life would have been unbearable if I didn't have a purpose.
After that it gets a little fuzzy. One image sticks out in this tangled web of my mind. A bloodstained, black-armoured figure slumped against a wall, a gaping hole through his chest. Laughter. My laughter. A small boy dressed in blue. A broken helmet rolling across the floor to be crushed under a bloodstained boot.
Then, nothing. I was woken to be met by a world that was completely unfamiliar to me.A whirlwind of death and destruction, with me at the centre. I was out of control. I have no idea how many lives were notched on my blade. Then, a figure from the past came back to haunt me. A young man dressed in blue.
Even after all these years I still remember his name. His full name. Rockman X Light.
I calmed down. Finally found a real purpose. To help and protect my new world against any threat. Even if it meant losing loved ones...
I have a dark side. My father left a little parting gift before his death. I went insane. I lost count of how many lives ended by my blade. Through him I revisited my past days, where I got pleasure from killing, destruction...my friends pulled me through.
I was used. By my father and another...I forget his name, but a pair of white eyes and a large shadowy figure still hover around me in my sleep. I do not know what happened then.
100 years...I awoke again...this time in a new body. Unfamiliar surroundings. No idea who, or what, I was. Then slowly, memories came back. X, my father, my brother...I finally gained some clue as to my purpose when I found X. Or what was a cruel mockery of X. After terminating the copy, I became involved in a lot of things...the Dark Elf's return...obliterating my original body, then controlled by a maniacal Reploid known as Omega.
As I reflect now, I'm trapped on the remains of a space station...I know I will die, as I have done so many times before. Finally, will my journey come to an end?
Who am I? What is my purpose? I know now for certain. My purpose was to protect those I care about. And I have done so.
Zero Prometheus Wily.
My name. My curse.