Are my eyes playing tricks on me? I expected a battle-worn or partially injured space marine clad in green armor. What I'm seeing is...a short person, maybe four foot seven, in a blue and light blue bodysuit, with one arm as a cannon. And he's wearing a helmet, with some weird red ear phone dish things, and a small stripe leading towards the middle of his face. And his face...
He looks like a teenager. Fourteen, at best.
He walks up to me, the cannon arm aimed at the floor. His other arm, with a blue hand, is lending out. I look in his eyes. They're also a bright blue, shining with courage, bravery, kindness. He has a sort of aura around his demeanor, like I just felt a strong sense of justice.
The blue body suit boy asks me, "Are you alright sir?"
I hesitate for a minute, then lend out my shaking hand to him. He lifts me up with ease; stronger than he looks. As I stand upright to him, I realize that he really is about four foot seven. His head probably reaches past my ammo belt. His person says he's a teenager, but his body language says he's a veteran of combat. Who is this kid?
I decide not to speak yet, instead I let him look me over for a few minutes. He says to me, "You look pretty beaten up, sir. I think you might need medical attention. But before I can escort you, can you please tell me where we are? I've lost control of my teleportation."
I shake my head. "Sorry kid, there isn't any hospitals where we are now. And I'm not telling you anything until I get some answers."
I tense up, expecting some hostility from the blue boy. He looks up toward my helmeted face for a second, then steps back. "Fine," he says, "Go ahead."
He seems OK with it. "Alright, first question. Who are you and where did you come from?" I ask.
"I am an advanced robot, originally built to aid my creator, who I also see as my father. Some turn of events happened, so I asked him to reprogram me as a fighting robot. I ended up here minutes ago, when person of so called turn of events scrambled my teleportation system with a type of unstable gem." He finished speaking, putting his arms to his sides in a neutral stance.
Behind my helmet, I was stupefied. His whole story sounded like it was straight out of a cheesy super hero film. No way that load of bull was true, but I decided to indulge him in the oddness of the situation.
"You're a robot? Never seen one as advanced as you. You almost look human. Who is your creator?" I ask, with feigned interest.
"His name is Thomas Light, and he is one of the leading scientists in future robotics. Have you never heard of him? He's quite famous in Mega City," the blue boy says.
'Mega City?' Gimme a break. "I've never heard of him or that city. Are you just telling me locations out of an old comic book or something? Because I think you're pulling my leg."
The blue boy looks puzzled. He looks at the floor, probably in deep thought. He looks at me again.
"May I ask again where we are? And when?" He asks.
I think about it for a moment. I shrug; why not? He's been respectful so far. "We are in the Advanced Teleportation Sector of the UAC's Headquarters. Earth's headquarters anyway," I say.
He moves his head a little and squints.
"And," I added, "The year is 2148."
His eyes widen. "So that's it," he mumbles. He looks to the floor again for a minute, then looks up to me. "If what you're telling me is true, then that means I have traveled forward in time. Can you tell me if there was any kind of war with a doctor named Albert Wily? About a hundred or more years ago?"
As I hear this, I try to remember anything about the past century. Besides a few wars and some depressions, I've never heard of any incident about this man at all. His story is making less sense the more he goes in detail.
Of course, if he knew what the hell I was going through, he'd probably think I'm insane.
"Never heard of a Doctor Wily. Time travel seems a bit far fetched for you being here too. I'm gonna need your name kid, so I can find some way of getting you out of--"
I suddenly notice the growing loudness of a rumbling in the floor. The blue boy notices it too, and he raises his arm cannon at the ready. The floor below me starts cracking, convulsing. Aw hell, one of these again...
"What's going on?" Blue boy shouts above the noise, searching for the threat. I look to him, and then the smoke room. I doubt I could get the double barrel and get out quick enough. I'll have to get it later. I yell to him.
"Kid! Get over here! The room is changing!"
He hears me, and then surprises the sh*# out of me.
As the floor lowers and raises, he jumps, flips, slides and runs out of the oncoming danger of being squished. His agility astounds me. He makes a final leap and lands gracefully right next to me.
Who IS this kid?
I shake my head. More important things to do. "We need to move! That hallway on the far corner, that's our exit! Stay with me, kid!"
I run beside him, dodging oncoming debree and instant death from the bits of the floor colliding with the ceiling. We're getting close, but then the whole floor slowly rises up. I tense up, full of adrenaline. Fight or flight mode? Naw, I'm definitely choosing the third mode.
The FUCKING RUNNING FOR DEAR LIFE mode.
I grab the kid, he shouts in surprise. I heap him over my shoulder, and I go into overdrive. The muscles in my legs double time it, and I zoom towards the welcoming hallway at forty five miles an hour. All that extensive training, along with some trauma from the Demons, have made me into a super speedy space marine.
And then I tripped on a piece of floor. Swell.
I'm in the air, flying headfirst into the hallway. I slowly but surely angle myself and the kid to where I will meet the floor, taking most of the impact. Only know this kid for a few minutes, but I gotta keep him alive. Here comes the floor...
CRACK. There goes the air condition in my helmet.
WHUMP. Armor taking the brunt of the shoulder pain.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH. Back feels hot. So does my ass.
We stop about a couple dozen feet inside the hallway. I look to where we ran from. Nothing but uprooted floor. Probably can't get that weapon now. I look to the kid. He's a little shaken, but ok. I sit up, he separates himself from the bear hug I had to do in mid-air. I dust myself off. He does the same.
"Thanks for saving me. Could have given me a warning though," he says.
"We're even on that term," I grunted, stretching out my arm and shoulder.
"I've never seen a human run so fast like that. How did you do that?" He asks while checking his arms and feet.
"Months of training. And an old gene passed down from my family tree. We run like the wind," I answer with a little ego. Then I look to him again. "Wait, a 'human?' Why the disconnection?"
He looks to me and smiles. "I told you, I am a robot."
"I thought you were just telling me a story," I admit.
He looks at me with a small frown that spoke to me with a "Seriously?" tone of body language. I chuckle a little. I'm gonna have to believe him for now, because my story will be just as unbelievable if he asks me the question.
"Can you tell me what's going on here, sir?"
There it is.
"Alright," I start to say with my hand up to him, "I'm going to believe your story, but you probably won't believe mine. A few years ago, I was at Mars. The planet. I was set up on one of its moons, Phobos. The UAC, the corporation I mentioned earlier, were doing teleportation experiments up there, between Phobos and Deimos."
He nods to me, acknowledging what I've said so far. I continue. "So far, it was a cushy job for the marines up there. Boring, but cushy. But then something happens to Deimos. It disappears. Then, things started pouring out of the Phobos portal. Evil, unspeakable things. I'm not gonna lie to you, those things ended up killing nearly everyone or possessing the competent leftovers. I was the only one left."
I start to visibly shake in anger, frustration. "I had to go through the entire bases of Phobos, fighting off my friends, my coworkers, and the entity of pure evil that was the monsters that came from the teleport. I soon later learned that they were from another dimension. A dimension that closely resembles to Hell. So I call them Demons. I fought them, their leaders, and their Icon that they worship. This has lead me back to Earth."
I'm too livid to look up to the blue boy. "They had already taken most of the cities, the countries, continents. Armies fought and fell. I was the only one who knew how to stop them. And I did."
I punch the wall, knuckles white and burning. "But the UAC had done secret research under the earth in the middle of the Egyptian desert. They knew what was happening above, but their single mindedness kept them from truly caring. They thought they could utilize the negative energy that these Demons brought with them. But they ended up making another portal. Before the earth could even recuperate, they came back, hordes after hordes erupting from the portal and out of Egypt...
..slaughtering everyone in their path of Ultimate DOOM."
I slowly turn back to the blue boy. His face is full of worry, pity. I sigh. "That's why I'm here. This place has the only way I can teleport to their plane of existence. We are in the secret base. And there are Demons in the base." I get out my Plasma Rifle, checking the ammo count. "I must stop them. I must kill the Demons. I must fight."
The blue boy shakes his head. "What a terrible future this is," he exhales, slightly overwhelmed by the story. "To think this is what mankind has to go through. What YOU have to go through." He looks toward the other end of the hallway, my destination.
Then he looks back at me, with new-found vigor in his face and posture. "Sir, please let me help you. You don't need to go through this alone. I will aid in succeeding your mission to save humanity from this supernatural threat. It's the least I can do before finding a way back to my timeline."
He raises his arm cannon in determination. "After all," he says, "I am a fighting robot."
His fierce will gives me a little hope. For the first time, I laugh a good genuine laugh of relief. "Kid, I would really love some help. If you're that intent, I won't stop you. But I need something to call you. Got a name?"
His eyes brighten. "Just call me Mega Man."