Fanfic: Responsibility
Title: Responsibility
Fandom: Megaman (classic)
Characters: Elecman, Metalman
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for violence)
Summary: Elecman gets more than he bargains for when he is forced to fight Metalman.
The ceramic titanium saw blade ripped through Elecman's leg at blazing speed.
He should have seen it coming, after Wily had sent his Robot Masters after the Light Numbers. He should have seen it but he didn't. After all, Dr. Light told them to try to live each day normally, get on with their intended jobs. And that was what Elecman did; he went back to the power plant to help regulate the electricity like he was meant to.
He didn't expect Metal Man to show up.
He didn't expect to have to fight for his life against someone who could leave him a heap of scrap. If the Rolling Cutter was a weakness for him, the Metal Blade was worse; it was a more powerful cutter weapon than Rolling Cutter, but moreso than that, it was deadly accurate in the hands of such a skillful robot.
Crimson eyes glinted with malice. "Pitiful. Just pitiful. You're supposedly one of the strongest, and one of the leaders of the Light Numbers? Feh. Looks like you're a weak heap of scrap to me."
Elecman hissed. "You play dirty, you steel bastard. You exploited the fact that I was in no position to fight back."
"Why? Because it would dim the lights of your precious city? I thought you were bound by Asimov's laws of robotics." Metal Man scoffed. "You're breaking one of them, are you not?"
Elecman shook his head. "It has nothing to do with the power to the city. If I had fought back with you at that point, I would have broken the first law. A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. A stray Thunder Beam would be all it takes to end one of their fragile lives. With the right trajectory, one milliampere across the heart is all that is required to send one of them into ventricular fibrillation."
"Hahaha! Ah yes. There were a few stupid humans behind me, weren't there?" Metal Man narrowed his eyes. Beneath his crimson mask, robotic lips were curled into a sneer. "Silly me. Thinking you were worried about their precious energy."
Bluegreen eyes glared at the crimson-armored robot. "Without energy, there is a chance they will fall under harm as well, so I have no choice but to try to protect this power plant as well."
"Heh." Metal Man narrowed his eyes before rushing toward Elecman with brutal speed--not the kind of speed that would rival Quick Man, but amazing speed nonetheless.
A crimson hand clutched around Elecman's throat as Metal Man rushed him into one of the panels that controlled energy flow. They crashed against the machine with a sickening thud. Elecman trembled, spitting up a mixture of red oil and cracked pieces of microchips as he pulled himself away from the machine.
Metal Man trembled with laughter now. "How pitiful! I don't even need to use my Metal Blades at this point if you're failing this hard!"
A dull red hand crackled with blue and white sparks of electricity. "I'm not giving up, you steel bastard." Bluegreen eyes sparked with determination. "You can smash me to bits and slice my wires, but you'll never keep down my indomitable spirit."
"Haha!" Metal Man removed his mask to flash a grin at Elecman. "It's no fun if you don't fight back. Come on. Take your best shot. Let's put it to the test before you fall victim to my grace. My style. My finesse."
Elecman smirked. "Gladly." With that one word, he fired off a one-handed Thunder Beam, knocking Metal Man back with the massive jolt of electricity.
Before he could react, a Metal Blade ripped through his left arm, tearing open the dull red Lycra bodysuit, the steel limb itself, and severing several delicately-placed wires.
"I didn't say I wouldn't fire back at you for it." Metal Man sat up gave a haughty laugh before dropping to the ground, his arm dropping next.
"...You bastard..." Elecman hissed. He walked over shakily, his wounded arm hanging limply at his side as he charged a Thunder Beam on his free hand. He would kill this death machine, if that's what it took. He'd do what he had to.
When it came time to fire upon Metal Man, he couldn't do it.
He was too weak to do it.
No.
That wasn't it.
He was too strong-willed to let himself become the same kind of killer that this Wily Number on the ground was.
"You get one chance to make your escape, and amend your ways." He frowned. "Otherwise, next time I will destroy you in accordance with Asimov's Zeroth Law of Robotics: A robot may not injure humanity, or, through inaction, allow humanity to come to harm. Because I know that next time, if I let you live through a second encounter with me, you will harm humanity, and I just can't allow that."
Metal Man glared up to him. "Then finish me off now."
"...I'm not that kind of robot. Get up. Take responsibility for your actions, and leave this place at once." Elecman hissed. "Before I change my mind."
He turned away to start repairs on the regulator machine that had been damaged in their fight. Metal Man sat up, a ceramic titanium blade in his hand. He cocked his hand back to throw it.
The lights of the city grew dim.
Fandom: Megaman (classic)
Characters: Elecman, Metalman
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for violence)
Summary: Elecman gets more than he bargains for when he is forced to fight Metalman.
The ceramic titanium saw blade ripped through Elecman's leg at blazing speed.
He should have seen it coming, after Wily had sent his Robot Masters after the Light Numbers. He should have seen it but he didn't. After all, Dr. Light told them to try to live each day normally, get on with their intended jobs. And that was what Elecman did; he went back to the power plant to help regulate the electricity like he was meant to.
He didn't expect Metal Man to show up.
He didn't expect to have to fight for his life against someone who could leave him a heap of scrap. If the Rolling Cutter was a weakness for him, the Metal Blade was worse; it was a more powerful cutter weapon than Rolling Cutter, but moreso than that, it was deadly accurate in the hands of such a skillful robot.
Crimson eyes glinted with malice. "Pitiful. Just pitiful. You're supposedly one of the strongest, and one of the leaders of the Light Numbers? Feh. Looks like you're a weak heap of scrap to me."
Elecman hissed. "You play dirty, you steel bastard. You exploited the fact that I was in no position to fight back."
"Why? Because it would dim the lights of your precious city? I thought you were bound by Asimov's laws of robotics." Metal Man scoffed. "You're breaking one of them, are you not?"
Elecman shook his head. "It has nothing to do with the power to the city. If I had fought back with you at that point, I would have broken the first law. A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. A stray Thunder Beam would be all it takes to end one of their fragile lives. With the right trajectory, one milliampere across the heart is all that is required to send one of them into ventricular fibrillation."
"Hahaha! Ah yes. There were a few stupid humans behind me, weren't there?" Metal Man narrowed his eyes. Beneath his crimson mask, robotic lips were curled into a sneer. "Silly me. Thinking you were worried about their precious energy."
Bluegreen eyes glared at the crimson-armored robot. "Without energy, there is a chance they will fall under harm as well, so I have no choice but to try to protect this power plant as well."
"Heh." Metal Man narrowed his eyes before rushing toward Elecman with brutal speed--not the kind of speed that would rival Quick Man, but amazing speed nonetheless.
A crimson hand clutched around Elecman's throat as Metal Man rushed him into one of the panels that controlled energy flow. They crashed against the machine with a sickening thud. Elecman trembled, spitting up a mixture of red oil and cracked pieces of microchips as he pulled himself away from the machine.
Metal Man trembled with laughter now. "How pitiful! I don't even need to use my Metal Blades at this point if you're failing this hard!"
A dull red hand crackled with blue and white sparks of electricity. "I'm not giving up, you steel bastard." Bluegreen eyes sparked with determination. "You can smash me to bits and slice my wires, but you'll never keep down my indomitable spirit."
"Haha!" Metal Man removed his mask to flash a grin at Elecman. "It's no fun if you don't fight back. Come on. Take your best shot. Let's put it to the test before you fall victim to my grace. My style. My finesse."
Elecman smirked. "Gladly." With that one word, he fired off a one-handed Thunder Beam, knocking Metal Man back with the massive jolt of electricity.
Before he could react, a Metal Blade ripped through his left arm, tearing open the dull red Lycra bodysuit, the steel limb itself, and severing several delicately-placed wires.
"I didn't say I wouldn't fire back at you for it." Metal Man sat up gave a haughty laugh before dropping to the ground, his arm dropping next.
"...You bastard..." Elecman hissed. He walked over shakily, his wounded arm hanging limply at his side as he charged a Thunder Beam on his free hand. He would kill this death machine, if that's what it took. He'd do what he had to.
When it came time to fire upon Metal Man, he couldn't do it.
He was too weak to do it.
No.
That wasn't it.
He was too strong-willed to let himself become the same kind of killer that this Wily Number on the ground was.
"You get one chance to make your escape, and amend your ways." He frowned. "Otherwise, next time I will destroy you in accordance with Asimov's Zeroth Law of Robotics: A robot may not injure humanity, or, through inaction, allow humanity to come to harm. Because I know that next time, if I let you live through a second encounter with me, you will harm humanity, and I just can't allow that."
Metal Man glared up to him. "Then finish me off now."
"...I'm not that kind of robot. Get up. Take responsibility for your actions, and leave this place at once." Elecman hissed. "Before I change my mind."
He turned away to start repairs on the regulator machine that had been damaged in their fight. Metal Man sat up, a ceramic titanium blade in his hand. He cocked his hand back to throw it.
The lights of the city grew dim.