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Post by Dragge on Feb 29, 2008 22:53:55 GMT -5
You're still doing a great job at the story. I like how it's planned out from start to finish! Almost like my story but your's is more in depth with detail. Keep up the good work and can't wait until the next part of chapter 12!
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Post by spacecaptanface on Mar 10, 2008 21:37:57 GMT -5
Chapter 12- (part 2)
Miraculously, the shaking finally stopped, rescuing me in the knick of time before my arms gave out. I breathed deeply, overtaken by the shock of what had just happened. Before I could even react to the situation, my mother reached out and lifted me away from the glass-covered floor. She hugged me like there was no tomorrow, which I responded to with a muffled “Oomph!” She then held me out to check if I had been injured.
“Are you alright honey!? You’re not hurt are you!?”
I took a gasp of air and shook my head, unable to give a verbal response since all the oxygen in my lungs had just been hugged out of me.
“Oh thank goodness!”
She hugged me again, less intensely as before, thankfully, and then scanned the room, apparently to see what damage had been done.
“Looks like there was no harm, except for a couple of dishes.” She sighed in relief. “I can’t believe this. I don’t remember having an earthquake like that since…well more than a year ago I think it was.”
“It certainly was unexpected.” I said, letting my eyes gaze back at the pile of broken glass I was nearly hurled onto. I shivered at the thought of what could have happened had I lost my grip, and suddenly I felt the need to be somewhere a bit less confined. “So… if it’s over,” I said shrugging my shoulders, “and there’s nothing to worry about now, I’d really like to get going, if that’s okay.”
My mother looked at me skeptically.
“Are you really sure that’s a good idea?” she said anxiously. “We don’t know whether or not it might happen again.” “Well, I don’t know about you, but if it does happen again, I would prefer to be outside, you know, away from all the sharp, pointy things.”
She curled her lips in hesitation for a moment, then, with slight uncertainty, she nodded.
“O-okay, if that’s what you want. Just… be careful, alright?”
“I will, promise.”
I kissed her on the cheek and turned around to make my way out the front door. I figured there would be no real danger outside, I mean, if the damage inside was so insignificant. I opened the door and walked out into the flooding sunlight of the brisk, spring morning. My lips stretched into a wide, blissful grin as I took a deep breath of the fresh air, closing my eyes as the rays washed over me, trickling down my face like the waters of a gentle stream.
I opened my eyes and took in all of the stunning beauty around me. Everything looked so positively green and cheery under the bright sun. A gentle, lukewarm breeze licked at the tip of my fingers, perking up the mood of the already invigorating scene, and songbirds could be heard performing their chirpy melodies more vigorously than my ears had ever perceived before. This was, to put it simply, an absolutely perfect day. With the energizing ambiance of this perfect day providing me with a positive leap in my step, I skipped off the front porch and, with a smile on my face, began my trek to the medical center at the East Gate. I chuckled to myself as I thought of the irony of the situation. Good moods weren’t normally associated with trips to the hospital.
As I walked, I looked around the town, realizing just how much it had grown since that Megaman had left. I remembered how small it used to be, barely able to support things as simple as a library or burger shack. Now, thanks to Mayor Amelia, the town, or “city” as it was more appropriate called now, had grown exponentially. It was funny to think that the pirates who attacked Kattolox were actually partly responsible for the rapid growth of the city.
After the final pirate attack had left the Old City in ruins, Mayor Amelia made the choice to rebuild that portion of town into a once again hustling, bustling part of Kattolox.
It helped immensely in the fact that the pirates were so kind as to help tear down all of the space consuming buildings that would have otherwise cost a fortune to remove. And thanks to the ridiculous amount of revenue Kattolox had made, after the extraordinary rare and priceless donations made to the East-Gate Museum sent tourism through the roof, the city was able to expand even further after the re-construction of the West-Gate.
I was thankful, however, that the East-Gate had not changed. I had spent most of my life their, living in the hospital as my legs continually received medical treatment. It was strange, but somehow, I simply felt at home whenever I was there. Peaceful. I shook my head and smiled as I thought of how absurd that must have sounded. But still, it was nice to go somewhere that would always be familiar.
As I crossed the street next the library, I suddenly paused as my eyes caught glance of a strange site. There was a group of people gathering around a certain area at the end of the street.
“What’s going on over there?” I whispered to myself.
As usual, I let my curiosity get the best of me, and I found myself walking toward the site to find out for myself. I heard an entanglement of voices laced with confusion fill my ears as I drew closer. I looked around and saw that other citizens of the town were also making their way to the site.
“How did this happen?” I heard someone say.
“I don’t think that earthquake just now could’a done this. Had to be sumthin’ else”
“What were they all talking about?” I wondered, shuffling closer to the crowd as I tried to get a peek at what they were all staring at.
I was finally able to maneuver myself into a position were I could get a clear look at the area of interest without actually merging with the growing mass of spectators. “Oh yeah.” I whispered to myself in recollection. It was that big, black cube; the doorway that was called the Sub-Gate, identical to the two others that had risen from the ground over a year ago during the last… During…the last…earthquake. It was happening again, just like before. Something strange was going on. The Sub-Gates…I remembered after Megaman had left, almost immediately after in fact, impenetrable steel doors suddenly sealed off the entranceways to whatever ruins lied beneath the black obelisks. But now the doors were gone, and the Sub-gate was, once again, open.
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Post by Four on Mar 11, 2008 9:20:22 GMT -5
Ira's vast amount of recollection and sensitivity has been opened for all the world to see! O,O
It's good. To be honest with you, there are many authors I like who write in the first-person perspective, but it's just such a casual and almost effortless way to write that I have a hard time appreciating it ^^... my older brother sort of nailed it to the back of my head (unfortunately, he's a real writer, so I can't complain...).
That's one of the reasons why most of my works are in the third-person perspective. I also tend to shy away from words that are too big (or abstruse, if you want irony xP). Sure, sometimes you really have to put it in there as icing in the cake, but it's better that it appeals to everyone you know?
Hahaha, I'm just blabbering on... it's a good read. Now, I find that the length of your work fits, since it can be really tedious when first person goes on, you know? Not to mention the headache of having to get more words, because you had probably already used all of the interesting ways of describing something in the first few paragraphs (or at least was tempted to) xD. It's always nice to play it safe.
Also, I've been busy lately, so I haven't been able to make Roll... but with a reference pic like Dashe's, I think it'll be pretty easy to make once I get to doing it.
*whispers* Say, if it's not too much trouble, maybe you could find some time to read my work as well (Future's path)? I would really appreciate it. The first two chapters were made well over a year ago, and chapter three was made just last week. I'd changed my style to something a little more fast paced and simple since then. Think you could spare me your two cents? I don't mean to beg, but I need at least one fellow fic writer to see it too.
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Post by spacecaptanface on Mar 14, 2008 16:22:23 GMT -5
Chapter 12 (Part 3...)
P.S.- When you finish reading, tell me your thoughts. How did this segment of the story make you feel?
The police had already arrived at the scene and were busy erecting crowd barriers to keep the bustling accumulation of citizens from getting too close to the gateway. “What’s goin’ on down there!” I heard people from the group shout. “Does the Mayor know bout this? Should we be concerned?” The commotion continued on and the crowd seemed to be getting restless. “Please, people!” Inspector Hubbard, police chief of Kattolox, hollered, waving his hands at the impatient build-up and gesturing them all to back-up.
“Let’s have some room here! There’s nothing to be worried about! No need for panic!” “No need for panic?” I whispered softly to myself. “Why would there be no need for panic?”
A strange sensation suddenly came over me. There was something not right about all of this. Something was wrong. Deep within my heart, I knew that something was terribly wrong. The commotion of the crowd seemed to dampen as a horrible feeling suddenly overwhelmed me, compressing my body near to the point of collapse.
Something bad…something very bad was about to happen. I couldn’t describe it, didn’t understand why or how this feeling manifested itself so strongly, but…I knew. My lips began to tremble and my breath quivered as I slowly started to back up. I had to move. I had to get away from here before…before…
But I couldn’t move fast enough. I could barely move at all. The magnitude of the horrible sensation was weighing me down, clasping my feet with some kind of emotional ball and chain. But now it seemed to be of little consequence whether I could move or not, as it now already seemed to be too late.
The mass of people continued their pandering, completely oblivious to the situation until, like thunder, an enormous, bellowing sound reverberated out of the Sub-Gate, causing the crowd to immediately fall silent. I froze in place, paralyzed by the deep, blaring resonance until, at last, it was abruptly cut off by the dull sound of a large, metallic “THUD!” Then, to everyone’s complete shock, the Sub-Gate entrance began to grow bigger, longer. I couldn’t describe, exactly, the process of what had happened, but somehow the gate had transformed itself from an elevator shaft…to something else, like a structural tunnel or something, sloping down into the black abyss of whatever lurked inside.
The entrance gate had also expanded to the size where one could easily drive a large truck straight through with no problem at all. The enveloping darkness within the tunnel was so thick that I could only see a few inches of revealing light enter the shaft.
Everyone stared motionless. Dead silence hung in the air like a noxious fume, squelching my oxygen as I tried vainly to breath. I looked over at the five police officers standing at bay in front of this new form of the dark gate. The sound and sudden transformation had caused them all to back up a step or two and they had all un-holstered their firearms, aiming squarely into the blackness of the descending tunnel.
Inspector Hubbard looked over at the officer standing to his left and gave him a gesturing nod toward the entrance.
“Check it out Collins” he said anxiously; “We’ll cover you from the rear.” The officer nodded in turn and slowly began to advance.
“No…” I whispered, “Don’t go in there…don’t get close.”
The other officers kept their weapons raised, maneuvering themselves into positions where they could get a clear shot as the at-point officer drew closer to the entrance. My heart skipped a beat at every footstep he took. My breathing became stiff and broken, almost as if I were standing in the middle of a sub-zero snowstorm. The officer finally stopped, standing directly in front of the entrance and looking down into the pitch-black tunnel with his pistol squarely raised. I could see from the way his chest convulsed that his breathing had become irregular. Slowly, he removed his left hand from underneath his gun and reached for the small flashlight attached to his belt. Unclipping it from its holster, he gripped the device tightly within his hand and hesitantly he raised it upward, pointing it directly at the lightless passageway.
His finger hovered above the switch tentatively, cautiously, almost as if undecided to whether or not it actually wanted to cast a beam of light into the dark unknown. My breathing ceased and choked in my lungs as the prolonged suspense took hold of me. The distant crowd stood completely frozen as they watched, like a small bird looking into the eyes of a snake.
The officer licked his upper lip and breathed deep. He stood up, straight as possible with what was left of his composure. The scene grew still, the pressure mounted, and then, with a flick of his finger, the flashlight switched on.
Several seconds passed. Nothing happened, nothing at all. No cry of panic or sudden outburst. Nothing. Several more seconds passed. Finally, the officer switched off the light and turned around. He shrugged.
“Nothing?” I thought to myself curiously. “Not a thing?”
I raised my brow in puzzlement.
“It doesn’t make any sense. Why did all of this happen then?”
I closed my eyes, shaking my head and gritting my teeth as the feeling of dread strangely, but consistently continued to churn within me. Was I just playing tricks on myself? Making myself worry needlessly. Why couldn’t I just be relieved that nothing happened? Why couldn’t I…
“SHWUUUNK!” a suddenly gruesome sound splintered the air.
The entire crowd gasped in fright and my eyes flew open to see what had happened. As my gaze caught the scene I felt the blood wash from my face and my eyes grow wide with horror.
The facial features of the officer standing with his back to the entrance had grown pale, accenting the small specks of red that now dotted his face. His arms and legs quivered. His lips were trembling. Slowly, he looked down at his chest and saw the three cavernous holes that were now flowing blood from the torn seams of the wounds’ outer edges.
Several screams shrieked from the audience of spectators – sounding dull and hollow in my ears – as I sustained my terrified view, unable to tear my eyes away from the grisly display, and then saw as three metal claws materialized from within the holes – right out of thin air, protruding through the officer’s upper body. The mechanized arm attached to the claws projected out of the dark tunnel, followed by the massive metal body of a dauntingly imposing red reaverbot.
Complete pandemonium broke out as the brute creature flicked out its arm and sent the officer’s limp, lifeless body crumpling to the ground. While the mass of people dispersed in all directions, Inspector Hubbard and the other officers stood their ground and fired on the metal beast.
“Open fire! Open fire!” the Inspector screamed, but the small arms fire did nothing more than simply deflect of the monstrosity’s impenetrable frame. All the while I simply stood there, shaking uncontrollably, utterly lost and frozen in my paralyzed fear, and watched as the reaverbot effortlessly leaped through the air toward the group of policemen.
They immediately turned their backs and ran, trying desperately to get out of the way of the deadly, airborn machine. Most of them got far enough to escape the assault. All that is, except for the two who were directly in its way, who were both impaled through the back and into the ground as it landed with a sickening "fwump!.
At last, as these macabre images seared themselves into my eyes, my mind finally clicked. I had to get away, had to run as fast as I could. The fear could no longer hold me down. My determination to move, to survive was far stronger than any fear that would try and stop me.
With all of my will and spirit, I broke the shackles that held fast to my legs and ran from the gate as fast as my legs could carry me. I only hoped that that monster hadn’t noticed me. I was sure that if it wanted me dead it would have no trouble at all fulfilling that desire.
I just had to keep running. That was my only hope right now. I had to somehow get home. I had to warn my mother of what was happening.
I didn’t get too far before I heard explosions and gunfire rock the ground. I turned my head foolishly to see what had happened. What I saw was pure destruction.
Dozens of enormous reaverbots, some with four legs and tank-like bodies, and even more of the fearsome clawed figures were pouring out of the Sub-Gate and unleashing havoc on the defenseless city, picking off helplessly scattered citizens, and demolishing nearby structures.
Many people were now running past me as they tried to escape the barrage of attacks. I tried to push myself harder to keep up with them, but my weakened legs, unable to endure such strain, were quickly drained of their energy and I was knocked to the ground by the panicking stampede.
I lied feebly on the ground, covering my head and curling into a ball in an attempt to keep the feet from crushing my soft spots. I felt random kicks and smashes crush into my body, sending torrents of bruising pain rocketing through me. No one cared to look down at me, only saw me as an obstacle in the way as they battered into me like a tidal wave of flesh and bone.
Just when I thought that I could take no more of this beating was when I heard the hissing cracks of gunfire whizzing past me, right above my ears. The sounds of gut-wrenching screams surging with anguish and agony pierced my ears as I watched men and women, some children even…people I knew personally, topple over in crumpled masses only mere inches from where I lay. I wanted to scream, scream at the top of my lungs until they burst open, exploded within my traumatized body, yet no air escaped from my lips. There were only tears, endless tears gushing from my eyes as I wept uncontrollably.
“Why…why is this happening!!?” I sobbed, alone on the ground as the explosions and screams echoed evocatively in my ears.
I looked over at the completely impassive reavorbot who had so mercilessly mowed down and killed so many of my close friends. It now seemed disinterested in the torn, ragged mass of bodies it had just fashioned and turned carelessly away from us as it become more concerned with decimating a nearby building. My eyes had become blurry with all of the moisture that was continually pooling into them. I lifted up my hand to wipe away the stream of tears, only to discover in a horrified grimace that… it was not only tears… that were splashed across my face.
My hand began to tremble as I gazed at the crimson blotches smeared all over my palm. It was blood…blood…everywhere… all around me…all over me. But…I hadn’t been cut anywhere… it was not my blood, not a drop of it. No… it was so much worse than that. It…it was “their” blood, blood from the hole-ridden bodies of my friends and neighbors.
I felt my whole frame collapse in around me. I couldn’t go on any longer. I was going to die. I was going to die…die, just like everyone else was dying. It didn’t seem a terrible concept anymore, not after all of this, not after what I’d seen.
My arms wrapped around my chest, almost as if I were trying to hold my body together as it ripped and tore at the seams, collapsing to the ground.
It was hopeless. Why try and run? All I could do now was wait for my turn, and drown in my unclenching sobs until it finally happened. I laid sniffling on the ground, my whole body shaking from the quaking tears and splitting sobs so heavy that it felt as if my chest were being torn open.
I continued lying there helplessly and hopelessly for what felt like hours, lied…just like the lifeless bodies strewn around me as the sounds of gunfire and explosions filled the city. It could be heard from everywhere now, spreading across all parts of town, cries of panic, pain, and death. I thought it would have happened to me by now, but as time continued to pass, I failed to be consumed and carried away by death’s sweet embrace.
“Why not,” I wondered. Why was I still alive? Why did I have to remain here? Why couldn’t I just die like everyone else?
“Unless…” the thought suddenly occurred to me, “Unless… I’m already dead.
Was that it? Had I simply not noticed? And if so, did that mean that this…was heck? (word apparently edited for yall's protection:15:) It certainly was fitting. I only wondered what evil it was I had done to deserve this.
But then, all of the sudden, I felt my body being lifted off the ground. My surprise was overwhelming as I felt myself being flung over and onto someone’s back. The person who held me tight then took off with unrelenting speed.
“Ira!! Are you alright!!” the familiar voice cried out.
I knew who this was. It was Mr. Bronte, the grocer who worked at the vegetable stand in the Apple Market. My mother and I were close friends with his family, which made me feel incredibly relieved to see him alive. But…where was the rest of his family…
“I…I’m...uh…”
It was hopeless. I was choking on my own tears and my voice was too full of weeping sobs to give him a clear reply.
“Don’t worry! I’ll get you somewhere that I think will be safe!”
“S-safe?” I was able to blubber out coherently enough for him to understand. “W-where?”
“The North Gate, up at City Hall! If these things are coming out of the Sub-Gates then it has to be the only place that hasn’t been attacked yet!”
My mind then suddenly snapped into focus.
“No! Wait!” I cried. “My mother! We have to go back for my mother!”
“There’s no time!” He shouted. “We have to get to City Hall before this place is completely overrun!”
I stared at him blankly, not believing what I was hearing.
“NO!” I screamed. “Please, you have to stop! I can’t leave her there! Let me go!”
I screamed at him, struggled and fought against him as I tried to get him to put me down, but was completely powerless in his iron grip.
“Please!” I sobbed, “Please…just let me go!”
“I can’t do that Ira!” he cried with the same wrenching agony wringing his voice. “I…I couldn’t save them…I can’t save her. If you’re the only one left I can help, then I’ll give my life to keep you safe!”
He continued his furious sprint, somehow remaining unspotted. I could feel my body go cold as we rushed past all of the carnage and destruction. So many people…there were so many people on the ground. People with names I knew, faces I recognized…many with cold, motionless eyes staring back at me, looking into my soul, and cursing me for still being alive. I sealed my eyes shut as I felt my whole life being viciously torn out of me. There was nothing left, nothing except for the aching numbness, cold and lifeless...
I felt the running finally stop, assuming that we had made it to the North-Gate unharmed. Mr. Bronte hastily swiped his I.D. card through the magnetic strip and the door slid open. I opened my eyes and turned my head to glance at the city one last time as Mr. Bronte rushed through the gate. It was burning, crumbling to dust in the devastating flames of destruction…just like my spirit.
“I’M SO SORRY MOM!” I wept bitterly, and disappeared into the void of life.
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Post by Musashi on Mar 14, 2008 18:09:10 GMT -5
Pretty gruesome...but in a good way. It's thrilling, really. I can't wait for the next part. POST IT NOW!
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Post by Four on Mar 15, 2008 2:52:39 GMT -5
^^
I suppose Legends shouldn't be without its fair share of gore. Well written, as always, with a smart eye for the details that matter. Based on my experiences (writing, not losing my mother to a bunch of bloodthirsty reaverbots), you must have felt that things were too light-hearted the way it was... I'm not sure I agree with it, as it is very odd to see Legends this way. But the writing was good, so once again it's only personal preference.
Most of my work outside of this is post-apocalyptic, dark and gritty... Legends is my way out, my little bundle of joy amidst reality. I treat it like a little kid, not letting her see the darker, more violent sides of life xD. The writing is definitely above satisfactory, but this style is not something I'd use (or at least, I'd use it very sparingly).
I'm very impressed either way. It won't stop me from reading what happens next.
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Post by Dragge on Mar 15, 2008 20:43:29 GMT -5
I have a few things to say. First some words from a song in Guitar Hero Encore Rocks the 80s. "And I ran, I ran so far away. And I ran, I ran so far away. To get away." Next is something I think Lemony Snicket would say. "That chapter was amazingly brutal and brutally amazing." Next is something that I have to say. It was awesome. I can't wait until the next chapter!!!
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Post by spacecaptanface on Mar 19, 2008 18:42:42 GMT -5
This is so cool! I never thought that my story would end up being the number one viewed fanfic on the site! Over 7 hundred views and climbing! That's even more than aaron's story! SWEET! (no offense aaron. I still think your fic is way better than mine.) Unfortunately, that's what kind of makes this a little sad... Yup, the time has come. I have now begun writing the final chapter to Megaman Eternities. I'm sure this news must be devastating for my three fans. ;D But anyway, I'm going to make this one HUGE! Bigger than any other chapter I've written so far. It will definitely be the best one ever! As for Part II...well...I haven't decided whether or not I will write it. It's just so vast. As I stated before in my very first post of the story, Megaman Eternities was only meant to be an introduction into the real story, which would be at least three times longer than this. That's a problem considering this comparatively smaller fic took me over six months to write, utilizing most of the spare time I had been given in my rather tight schedule. I just don't think I'm capable of that. It's just so much... But, of course, I'm not saying that I won't try! Anyway, whatever happens, I just want to thank everyone for their support and everyone who helped to make this one of the most interesting experiances ever! Till next time-
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Post by Musashi on Mar 19, 2008 22:08:38 GMT -5
I hope you'll be able to continue this series. It's so wonderful, so enticing, it's just awesome! Keep it coming! Or..or...I'll give you a bunch of empty threats!
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Post by Dashe on Mar 20, 2008 3:59:03 GMT -5
I'm personally amazed that you gave the Kattelox police force actual names that seem to fit!
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Post by Dragge on Apr 3, 2008 13:38:00 GMT -5
Yes you need to continue the series. It's way better than my stories. I mean you go into real detail in each chapter. Keep up the work!
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Post by spacecaptanface on May 3, 2008 13:29:06 GMT -5
Holy cow I'm not dead!!
Well...now that that's all cleared up.
Ok, so I'm still not finished with the last chapter yet. I've had a lot on my plate as my graduation date draws ever closer. But I've managed to get the very beginning sort of finished.
I've also read some responses relating to my last chapter being a bit too...how you say...awesome. Sorry, but that's just the way the story has to go if this current chapter can have any significance at all. You know, maybe if they made the game more like this it woulda' sold better...but yeah, it would've have lost it's fun innocent atmosphere and that's crucial to what made this game enjoyable.
Oh and Dashe? I understand why you edited that part of my story when I used a certain "H" "E" double hockey stick word. In truth, I actually found it incredibly funny when I read it back with her replacement word. Nonetheless, I think I'll change the format of what she says, avoiding that ceirtan word of course, so that the chapter can keep it's morbid atmosphere. So anyway, here it goes.
13. Innocence (part 1)
Everyone inside the Flutter’s living room stood motionlessly petrified. No one made a sound, only listened as the television blared the penetrating blast of the news report. For a brief a moment, I broke away from the hollow sounds and ghastly images the T.V. screen twisted into my mind and scanned the room, viewing the horrified expressions painted upon its occupants.
Tron stood at the opposite side of the room. Her eyes were fixed on the set in an unbreakable trance and her arms were folded tightly across her chest, one arm extending upward, placing a fist over her mouth in a vain attempt to mask the quivering of her lips. Her composure, however, was devastatingly more controlled than Roll’s, who sat completely withdrawn on the edge of the sofa. Her legs were shaking and her eyes were wide with shock, cascading faint tear trails flowing down her hand-cupped face. I turned away from these gut-wrenching visages and forced myself to look back at the T.V. screen and continued watching the even more gut-wrenching news report.
“The current number of casualties is still unknown at this point” the female news anchor tried to formally address, but was unable to hide the distress in her voice. “The inner city seems to have received the most significant damage in this unprecedented attack on Kattolox. I’m told were receiving new live video footage from our aerial news ship now. We now go live to our sky reporter, Marina Barnes, for the latest.”
The screen switched from the news anchor to an image of a young female reporter standing next to an open sided air ship. She held a mic in one hand and a safety rope above her with the other. Beneath her, the view of the crumbling city of Kattolox, drenched in flame and smoke, made my blood stir in pure malice. The reporter began to speak with relentless hastiness and panic in her voice.
“What you’re seeing now are no phony images! The city of Kattolox is under heavy siege with the attackers being confirmed as surfaced reavorbots! “We’ve already lost one of our news ships to some kind of anti-air and have been forced to pull back to a higher altitude, but you can still get a clear image of the city!
"As you can see, the inner city has almost been completely destroyed, with the east and west districts still under heavy fire! Military dispatch teams from nearby islands have already been deployed and have joined with what’s left of Kattolox police in trying to suppress reavorbot advances on what appears to be the only unscathed portion of the island’s north city!"
" We are also being told that evacuation teams are also trying to get trapped citizens out of the east and west districts. But we’re not sure they’ll be able to hold out much longer if the reavorbot density continues to grow at its current pace!"
“We still have no idea how this all happened, and have obviously never seen anything like this before! The destruction is unfathomable, the death toll catastrophic! It’s only a matter of time before the entire island is completely overr-“
The T.V. screen flicked off, the remote clenched firmly in my hand. Everyone turned and looked at me. I kept my eyes focused on the empty screen of the television, keeping my head from turning and meeting any of their gazes. It was only for a moment in the dead silence of the room that I turned and made my way to the door.
“Where’re you going?” Roll asked.
I stopped, letting her words sink in as I held my grip on the door handle. Did she really have to ask, I thought to myself.
“I’m going to get my armor.” I said impassively, “and after that…I’m going to Kattolox…to stop all of this.”
My hand twisted the knob and pushed open the door, unrestrained vigor tracing my steps as I walked briskly into the hallway.
“Are you nuts!” I heard Tiesal shout. “Did you not see the news report!? Didn’t you see the island!? It’s up to its neck in reavorbots! They’re wiping out everyone and everything! Do you seriously think you can actually do anything to stop them!?”
Once again my feet planted. I kept my head turned away as I gave my short, honest reply.
“…Yes…yes I do.” I chose not to listen to anything else they had to say. Empty words were all they were. They wouldn’t change my decision. I quickly ascended the ladder to main floor and threw open the door into my room. There, floating in the corner was my suit of pure and total destruction.
I walked over to it and let my hand brush its surface, causing the armor to fragment and materialize around my body – so much easier than it used to be. I then picked up my helmet. I held it in my hands, staring at it contemplatively as I thought of what it signified, what this armor as a whole, myself included, symbolized. The words Sera spoke to me streamed through my head, the words spoken to me in the Vault when I first laid eyes on this sacred creation.
“The embodiment of hope, of sacrifice, and of our sheer determination to rise triumphant from the darkest of circumstances.”
This is what it all meant. This is who I was. I was a defender of light, an instrument that was capable of cutting through the shrouds of darkness and death, and a bringer of hope to those who had all but lost their own. And this armor… was my blade. This was my destiny. My true mission, the entire reason I was created, and I would complete this final mission, no matter what the cost.
“So you’re really going then huh?” I heard a soft voice emanate from the doorway.
I turned and saw Roll standing at the entrance, bracing herself against the doorframe. She wasn’t looking at me.
“I have to Roll. What other choice do I have?”
“I know. I would be surprised if you chose not to. That’s just who you are anyway, isn’t it… It’s…It’s just…”
“What?” I asked, walking closer to her.
She breathed a deep sigh of concern and then lifted her head to look into my eyes.
“I want to help you; I need to. If there’s anything I can do at all, I have to do it.”
Her words caused a tidal wave of rebuttal to suddenly gush through my mind. I thought of Roll’s presence on that island – That place of death, and contemplated hundreds of reasons why she should absolutely not go. But her eyes pierced through me, unrelentingly. I knew I couldn’t do anything to stop her, just like nothing would stop me. I had my extreme doubts about this whole idea, but I knew Roll was competent, and I had no right to decide for her.
“You really want to do this?” I asked, hoping that somehow I could change her mind. “You saw the report, you know what it’s like over there right now.”
“Yes. I know. But that doesn’t matter. I have to go.”
“Then you can count me in too!” I heard Tron suddenly burst out.
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Post by Dragge on May 3, 2008 20:32:56 GMT -5
It's finally good to see you back after months of absence! The fan-fic is still as good as ever and eagerly await your next part.
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Post by spacecaptanface on Sept 16, 2008 14:30:36 GMT -5
I was finally able to get the story up on fanfiction.net. I was hoping to get that done before I left and now it is! Yay! Anyway here is the link. I'll also put this link at the very beginning of the thread for any newcomers who want to read it in one go www.fanfiction.net/s/4541646/1/Megaman_Eternities_part_1(Update: As to the link above, just a warning that it no longer contains the whole story. The rest will be found continued in this thread.)
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Post by spacecaptanface on Jun 30, 2011 21:16:02 GMT -5
So like I said before, I decided it would probably be better if parts 1 and 2 of this story stayed together to decrease any possible confusion. So let this be the official announcement that the part 2 thread is no longer going to be the thread that get's updated...if any of you care.:09: I also decided it would be better to post portions of the story in a different format that's been proven my fellows to be a lot easier for both myself and others. So here goes. Down below is everything I've written so far. Attachments:
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