Shadows of War: A Megaman Story (WARNING: PG-13 for Graphic Literature and Gore)

[Davok]

This will be used to kick off an RP I'm thinking of starting. (Warning: There is gore in this)

 

 

I stepped out of the bloodied lab. I had a few cracked ribs and a punctured artery from bullet wounds, but they will soon heal thanks to my healing factor. Too late for those men, though. A door burst open and a man hit the wall beside me, a heavy head wound. One of his eyes was gouged out, too. He was gasping, bleeding rapidly, and squinted up at me. ``Help… please…’’

 

The man obviously couldn’t see well, what with gouged out eye, or he was mad. Two of my Sniper Joes appeared out of the room the man had stormed out of. ``Help… tho-ose… they…’’ the man rasped out. He was obviously dying.

 

``Shoot his legs.’’ I ordered the Joes. ``He’ll starve to death, sooner or later. Or die from the head and neck wounds. I don’t care.’’ And turned around as the Joes shot the man’s legs. The cries and wails of pain were very annoying.

 

``Oh, shut up!’’ I ordered the man. He didn’t stop. He just kept wailing and moaning like his son had been murdered or something. Okay, well his son was murdered. But I was in a bad mood with the punctured artery and all.

 

``SHUT UP!”’ I told him. He still didn’t stop. I nodded to the Joes and they blew the man’s brains out. That settled the problem. Though it was too quick, but I was merciful. And I had better things to do than torture innocent humans.

 

I stepped over some mangled bodies and entered the office. A man in a white beard and white lab coat sat cowering behind his desk. I smiled.

 

``Hello, `Dad’.’’ I asked. ``How are you today?’’

 

The man was still cowering behind his desk. I then noticed that my coat was soaked in blood. Maybe that might be intimidating?

 

``I can’t believe I ever created you!’’ the good doctor yelled.

 

I smiled back at the doctor. ``Oh, believe it, Dr. Light. I’m not the same peace keeping robot that you made a few years ago. I’ve come to realize.’’

 

And I picked up the old man by the scruff of the neck. ``I don’t need any of you humans. We robots can do a lot better job than you in dominating the planet. And your pitiful race will soon be extinct.’’

 

The old man was sweating now. ``W-what are you going to do to me?’’

 

``I’m going to kill you.’’ I replied matter of factly. ``Sorry, `Dad’.’’

 

That’s probably the last thing he ever heard before I sliced through his ribs with my sword. I threw the bloodied corpse to the ground. ``Ready my legions.’’ I said to my Joes. ``We’ll soon give mankind an Apocalypse they won’t probably forget. Of course, it’s hard to remember things when your dead.’’

 

The Sniper Joes nodded. ``Yes, General Torchman!’’

 

I smiled. ``Good.’’