AN: okay, welcome to my newest story. This is a story that I have been putting a lot of thought into so bear with me on this. Another thing, this story may contain content that may seem to be mature but only mildly so I will give it a T rating.

Also, I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog or any other of Sega's characters, I only own this story and my OCs. Enjoy.


Prologue: The fox with the cloak

It was the dead of night in a large city riddled with skyscrapers. Lights all around the urban landscape from late open nightclubs and cars that still burrowed in the streets even as it is late at night. This was the city of Mobotropolis: the capital city of the planet of Mobius, home of the legendary hero Sonic the Hedgehog, the fastest thing alive, arch enemy of the villainous Dr. Eggman, and Protector of Mobius. Mobius was a planet of peace and prosperity; its inhabitants, the Mobians, were a race of anthropomorphic animals that live their lives in a surprisingly similar way that humans do.

However, within all peaceful places, there are some cases that are the exact opposite. People who make other lives terrible just for their own amusement; Dr. Eggman was one, but there are other people on this world who act just as savagely but in a different manner. (AN: Do not make me go into detail about the kinds of Mobians I'm referring to but you may already have a good idea already of what I mean.)

Right now in a secluded part of Mobotropolis, in the lawless part of the city filled with back alleys, run-down two story apartment buildings, abandoned houses, street lights that hardly worked, failing shops, warehouses that are no longer in use, and hostile people in the few places where people could be found. This part was above all the very definition of a bad neighborhood, the kind of place parents don't want their children to grow up in.

At this very moment in time, a very beat up pick-up truck was pulling up to one of the very bad houses in the area, a standard one story house made mostly of wood with scrap metal and such laying out on the front yard. Pulling up in the driveway was a male Mobian dog in his forties' wearing brown boots, a white A-shirt, and blue jeans. The dog closed the door to his truck and walked to the back of his truck and slumped what was in the back on his shoulder. However it was not an 'it' at all, correct terms would be a 'she'. She was a Mobian Ferret with light brown fur in her mid-teens wearing black sneakers, jean shorts, a white t-shirt, a very scruffy bag around her head, and rope that tied her hands behind her back. She was unconscious at the moment so she could not comprehend her current situation.

The dog continued to walk with the ferret over his shoulder to the door of the house where he inserted the key to gain entrance to the lower class establishment.

Over in the distance just a few blocks down on top of one of the abandoned warehouses stood a tall figure probably in his early thirties holding a pair of binoculars to his eyes. The figure was a male arctic fox wearing a black cloak covering a hood covering the top part of his face, a big bushy white tail, brown homemade snow boots and gloves that would seem very strange considering it was a warm spring night, ice blue eyes that gave off an icy stare with a scar across the left one, bulky wrist bands that were colored a silver color, a small diamond that seemed to hang around the wearers neck by a small black string, and a stoic expression on his face showing he was not the joking type.

The fox, looking into his binoculars, he had seen the dog in his pick-up truck carrying the teenage ferret girl. Tossing his binoculars aside, the hooded fox proceeded to take his foot of the warehouse then the other which resulted in a fall equivalent to a five-story building. The fox landed on the street cracking the pavement which he landed on but was rendered completely unharmed. He looked around at his surroundings for a few seconds before he started sprinting in the direction of the house where the dog and ferret were. The sprint was not as fast as Sonic of course but it was a very considerable sprint, the speed of an Olympic runner. Coming up towards the arctic fox was an iron gate that separated one block from another. This did not stop the cloaked figure however; he continued to sprint forward until he brought his arms up and then down again. Suddenly from out of nowhere, a giant pillar of ice was summoned underneath the fox launching him from an angle sending him high in the air in a crouching position. The figure flew high enough to clear the gate. He landed on the other side in a body roll as he continued to sprint towards the location of the dog and ferret.

Speaking of which, the middle aged dog had placed the ferret in one of the bedrooms of the low class house. Right now, he was in the kitchen taking out a large bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. The kitchen had very poor lighting as there was only one light bulb in the ceiling that flickered from time to time. The dog poured an amount of the alcohol into a small shot glass.

From behind him was a small air vent; which he had failed to notice that a frosty mist had poured out of the vent and into the living room.

As the dog took a sip out of his shot glass, he began to realize it had become very cold. A few minutes ago it was nice and warm but now it felt like a cold winter night. Placing the glass and bottle on the table, the dog walked of in the living room, being right next to the kitchen, and took a look at the thermostat. It read 50 decrees ferinheight. This was very shocking but not as shocking for what was about to come from behind.

"Flint Cenna…" came an unfamiliar voice from behind.

The dog, whose name is apparently Flint Cenna, gasped loudly and quickly turned around to the arctic fox wearing the full body cloak standing in the corner.

In a quick attempt, Flint tried to punch the fox in the face but said fox expertly stepped to the side and struck a blow into Flint's abdomen, leaving the dog to clutch his side in pain. Before he could retaliate the hooded fox grabbed both of Flint's arms and threw him back in the kitchen where he landed roughly on a chair breaking it into pieces. The fox slowly advanced on Flint as he groaned in pain, but he wasn't done yet. He picked up a leg of the chair that broke and got back up in a desperate attempt to whack the fox with it. However, as he swung the object above his head the hooded figure lifted his gloved fist in front of the chair piece as it slammed on the fox's fist dead on, breaking into many tiny splinters. What was very shocking was that the fox was not fazed whatsoever from the attack, as if had never happened. He then proceeded to knee Flint in the stomach, then added insult to injury by punching him in the face. Flint flew back to the wall as he slumped down in a sitting position; he was then stuck in his position as the Fox had fired beams out of his hands onto Flint's hands and feet, freezing them in place.

Flint looked up at the fox fearfully into his icy blue eyes, "Who… Who are you?" he said stammering.

The fox walked up to him and answered, "My name is Jeff Corral," talking in a voice that sounded emotionless.

Flint was pretty much panting out of fear right now, "What do you want from me? I haven't done anything."

Jeff began to pace around the kitchen with his hands behind his back, "Don't try to lie. We both know that isn't true," Flint looked at him questioningly, "Your name is Flint Cenna, responsible for the rapes and murders of seven different teenage girls across Mobius. You had kidnapped Miss Jennifer Loust, a sixteen year old ferret whom I assume is in another room. You were planning on doing your way with Miss Loust and then done away with her like the rest of your victims."

Flint was completely taken back; Jeff had completely figured him out.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here aren't you?" Jeff stopped pacing and looked Flint in the eye, "because people like you not only ruin the lives of your victims, you ruin the lives of those they know. Their family most cope with the fact that they will never see the other member's face or hear their voice again. Their friends are sad because they lost someone they had connected with." Jeff then slammed his foot into Flint's stomach, taking the wind out of the dog, "all because some bastard decided to have a little fun," he then punched Flint in the jaw, knocking out a few of his teeth, "And let me tell you right now," Jeff took a few steps back, "if I get any hint that you kidnap another young women or try to assassinate me after this discussion, I will show no restraint," Jeff formed a Scimitar sword made entirely of ice in his hand and pointed it in Flints face, "I will find wherever you are hiding and I will kill you…"

Flint was at this point shaking with complete fear; Jeff not once broke the steady and emotionless tone in voice during his entire speech.

Jeff then threw his ice Scimitar on the floor and let it dissipate into nothingness, "It's time I take my leave."

Jeff proceeded to make his way to the bedroom where the ferret named Jennifer would most likely be. His assumption was correct as he saw the teenage girl, who was still unconscious, with her arms and legs chained around the bed to form an X. Her clothing was still on however so he wasn't too late thankfully. He then fired an ice beam at the chain around her left leg freezing it; then he did a karate chop on the base of the chain breaking it into pieces. He proceeded to do the same to the others until she was completely free. Jeff then removed the cloth bag of her head revealing a look of innocence on her face.

Without any more thought he slumped her on his shoulder, he then began to deteriorate himself into a cloud of frosty mist, along with Jennifer, and flew into another air vent finding his way out.

At this point in time the bonds that held Flint to the wall had dissipated. He was still scared out of his mind of what just transpired but he then noticed that the temperature in the house was normal again. Making his way to the thermostat he saw the temperature had risen to 75 decrees ferinheight.


In one of the more friendly places in Mobotropplis was a much nicer and cleaner neighborhood than the one this story last took off from, filled with houses that had a peaceful vibe to them.

In one house, however, this was not the case, in this one house was an elderly ferret women in her sixties. The woman was known to the neighborhood as Brenda Loust, owner of a local bakery just a few blocks down. To say that Brenda was worried sick right now would be an understatement; her granddaughter Jennifer had left to get milk in the morning and hadn't come back and it was the middle of the night right now. Brenda couldn't sleep, how could she? Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a sudden change in temperature from warm to cold. She began to shiver for a few minutes until the temperature suddenly changed back to warm.

Brenda sat up from her chair and went to check the thermostat when she passed a certain room and peered inside the already open door when she noticed something. The room she was looking in was in fact Jennifer's bedroom but laying on top the bed next to the window was Jennifer!

Brenda beamed like a sunrise when she saw her granddaughter but she looked unconscious. Jennifer began to squirm as she at last awoke from her helpless state. Brenda went over to Jennifer and helped her sit up straight.

Jennifer rubbed her head as she winced in pain, "What happened?"

Brenda rubbed her granddaughter's head affectionately, "you left to get milk this morning but never came back," Jennifer's head continued to throb, "Let me go get you some water," Brenda said sweetly as she left the room.

As Brenda was preparing the water, Jennifer peered out her window to see a figure in the street. The only thing she could make out was that the figure was wearing a black cloak before he sprinted down the street and out of sight.

At that point in time Brenda had returned with the glass of water for Jennifer which she thanked her grandmother for. As she drank her water, one thought was going on in her head.

"Who was that Guy?"


An: So what do you think? Reviews will be welcome, of course. If there's anything I should improve or if you want to give me a friendly opinion, go ahead. Don't worry; the actual characters of the franchise will appear in later chapters so something to look forward to, peace off.