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There Will Be Light	By : IndigoHaze Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 1203 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Nightmare
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A/N: This was written in response to Dribs, Drabs and Doggy Tales Week 22 Prompt: Sheep.

There Will Be Light

            Dr. Thomas Light was dead. His lungs still drew breath, his heart still pumped blood, and his eyes still saw the world, but he was broken. Albert's words echoed in his mind and he understood now that they were all lies; he always knew that binding the hands of man with arms of steel would make them surrender. He knew that they were weak. This was his plan.
            Light stared at headstone of his beloved: Here Lies Emily Stanton. He cast his gaze to the sky, filled with dark clouds. He knew his mistake; he never should have thrown the lever. Whenever his mind wandered, he saw that glowing red light. The robot showed no emotion; he had not imbued it with that ability. Still, he felt a cold chill as it came to life, greeting its father with a series of beeps and the sound of energization. That was when he knew his error and, despite Albert's praise, he knew there was an evil in the air. He had rushed home that night, anxious to be out of the streets; work robots should not be equipped with weaponry.
            Emily had beaten him there. So had Dr. Wily. His stomach churned as he recalled the grisly scene and he hurled the memory from his mind, repulsed.
            He wondered how long it would be before they came for him and he wondered how long Albert had planned this moment. Every headline and every radio station called for one thing: The Good Doctor. Looking back, he realized that Dr. Wily had made him carry the gasoline - the girl was his, the machine was his, and he had thrown the switch. It was no wonder, then, that he had set fire to his name.
            "Emily..." His eyes dropped to the fresh mound of dirt as he clenched a weak fist. "The taste of blood in their mouths... I can't imagine what they'll do." From beyond the hill, a throng of citizens pushed forward, hate in their eyes. Light stood tall, ignoring them. "They thrust the blame into my lap. They hang this evil upon my neck." He shut his eyes as the city inched closer. "But it's all my fault. I made the man that laid his hands on you." He opened his eyes and lifted his hands before him, clenching the remainder of his strength into his fists before falling to his knees. "And I would tear him down! But I feel like a dead man..." The silence pierced his ears. "And what can a dead man do?" He looked up at the crowd, now encircling him a yard in all directions. "There's nothing for me here." Before the crowd could descend, sirens wailed and the crowd was dispersed with the screeching tires.
            Two men stepped out of the first car as back-up arrived. Light was ushered into the back of the vehicle before it sped off towards the courthouse, two patrol cars in front and behind. So there were some who still had strength, Thomas thought before slipping back into his delirious guilt. It would not matter.

            The judge slammed his gavel as the courtroom burst into outrage.
            "Order!" His voice thundered through the chamber as his hammer pounded against the sound block, but the crowd would not be silenced. The man was guilty. They would have him if the law would not. For the first time in all his years on the bench, he was afraid. He called for his bailiff to take Dr. Light to the blue suits and the man wasted no time, moving through the doorway just as the crowd mobilized.
            When Thomas was shoved into another patrol car, he realized that the policemen were terrified.
            "Christ, what the hell is this, Jim?" The driver asked, anxiously eyeing his mirrors as the mob broke into a sprint.
            "Just drive, damn it." His superior fingered his sidearm unconsciously, an old habit when he sensed danger. Light understood; it was not just a murder to these people. It was a betrayal by The Good Doctor. It was the fear of an inhuman assassin. It was the organization of a leader.
            Sirens blaring and the car in its final gear, they finally reached the train station. The policemen hopped out of the car and all but threw Light through the open doors of the train. The older officer's hard gaze met Thomas's for a moment before both officers turned, standing on each side of the door, making sure no one would pass. The doors closed before they had to prove their loyalty.

            It was a decade before Dr. Thomas Light was alive again. Dr. Albert Wily's control had reached far past the borders of the city and he was again haunted by old ghosts as he watched the steel men patrol his streets. He decided to listen.
            With trembling hands, he tore open the letter he had found in her purse all those years ago. He needed an answer.

            Thomas,

            Please don't cry for me. I love you and if this is my final hour, remember this: He cannot cage the city; it's too big for one man and the darkness will pass with the Light. I want to be with you, but the city needs you now.

            Emily

            He watched as the city burned, children beyond curfew being hunted like cattle. He had waited long enough. His eyes hardened as he felt his power return, clenching his fist and clearing his workbench haphazardly, sending metal pieces clattering to the floor. The people of the city may be sheep, he thought, but this city needs a hero. A perfect man, an unbeatable machine. Ready, willing, prepared to fight.
            "Wait for me, Emily. I still have work to do."

Works Cited

The Protomen "Hope Rides Alone" The Protomen. Sound Machine, 2005. CD.

The Protomen "Father of Death" Act II: The Father of Death. Sound Machine, 2009. CD.

The Protomen "The Hounds" Act II: The Father of Death. Sound Machine, 2009. CD.

The Protomen "The State vs. Thomas Light" Act II: The Father of Death. Sound Machine, 2009. CD.

The Protomen "Give Us The Rope" Act II: The Father of Death. Sound Machine, 2009. CD.

The Protomen "Here Comes the Arm" Act II: The Father of Death. Sound Machine, 2009. CD.
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