Fantasy

Mar 21, 2010 01:10

Title: Fantasy
Fandom: Mega Man X
Characters: Iris, Zero
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for X4

Author's Note: I recently listened to Lucas Gilbertson's awesome redubbing of that famous scene in X4. It impressed me enough to inspire my first fanwriting in two years. This short piece is my humble interpretation.

Fantasy
"Iris!"

Her awareness unfurled slowly, opening its petals toward the light.

Justice, Sigma had breathed in her ear, justice for your brother and for all reploids, help me end this meaningless war. She swallowed every drop of the poisonous hatred he offered her, unwittingly sealing her death.

In despair, there was madness.

"Iris . . ."

She rolled her gaze upward and saw Zero's face against a backdrop of stars.

He had made love to her under those stars once, holding her with trepidation, breathless with fear lest he hurt her. That was until she had taken his hands and thrust them against her body roughly, daring him with her eyes.

". . . Zero."

Sigma's combat program continued its lethal work on her body, corrupting her vital systems one by one. Darkness hovered at the edge of her consciousness, but Zero's voice drove it away.

"Iris, hang in there!" His eyes were impossibly wide now, his teeth bared in a grimace of panic.

"Please . . . stay away from Repliforce," she moaned. He fell to his knees beside her and cradled her head in his hands as she haltingly spoke. "Let's live together, in a world where only reploids exist."

It was the evil of one human being that made Zero a monster, Sigma's voice echoed in her memory.

Zero stared at her, bewildered. "Iris . . . it's only fantasy. There is no world just for reploids!" He tightened his grip on her desperately, and she felt a surge of heat as he tried to share some of his own power.

It is the evil of a billion human beings that makes us slaves.

"I know . . . but I wanted to believe it . . ." she said. Could she even begin to tell him the life she had imagined for them? Her mind was failing rapidly, her joints stiffening. "I wanted to live in a world where only reploids exist . . . with you."

She reached out to touch him. He gasped and seized her hand, holding it between his own like a cross.

"Iris . . ." he whispered roughly, eyes glistening.

In forgiveness, there was serenity.

She smiled at him, then knew nothing more.

mmx

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