Thanks for waiting everyone. The sequel to The Cold Shoulder has finally arrived! If you really want to know what happened between these two, go read The Cold Shoulder. It explains everything. I hope you enjoy this first chapter. I want to give my thanks to everyone who enjoyed The Cold Shoulder, and for all those who suggested a sequel to that story. Thank you so much. Enjoy the story. But, let me get this out of the way first...
Frost the Cat is copyright of The Last Hedgehog On Earth.
Blaze the Cat and Silver the Hedgehog are copyright of SEGA and Sonic Team. I do not own them, nor do I take any form of ownership towards them. They are strictly owned by SEGA and Sonic Team. Thank you.
Sibling Rivalry
By: The Last Hedgehog On Earth
It has one year since that incident involving Blaze and her sister, Frost. Silver has been training and Blaze has been resting and recovering. They both have seem to forgotten everything that happened that fateful day. The city is rebuilding and everything seems to have gone back to normal. However, somewhere on a secluded island just a few miles off the coast of the city...
Frost
"I've become the laughing stock of the entire world. Everyone hates me. Even Blaze hates me. Why? It's not fair. All I wasn't is for her to love me. Why doesn't she love me?"
Blaze
Inside Blaze's home, she is lying comfortably on her bed, with the covers over her. The sheets were painted all over with flames. Blaze always loved coming into her room and staring at them when she was down. Silver came back from the training simulation room, wiping off the sweat dripping from his head.
"Hey, Blaze," the silver hedgehog greeted.
"Hey, Silver. How's the training been going?"
"Pretty good. How's your arm?" he asked, shifting his eyes to the attention to her bandaged-up arm. Her right arm was in critical condition after they fought. She suffered from severe frostbite that bit at her flesh and tore it away slowly. When she melted the ice, she could see she pieces of the bones in her arm. She immediately dashed back home and medicated it with peroxide and cotton swabs. She then proceeded to grab bandages and carefully wrap them around her damaged arm. It has been this way ever since.
"It's doing a lot better," she said. "Silver, I want to ask you something. About what Frost said to me..."
I HATE YOU, BLAZE!!!
"Do you think she meant what she said?"
Silver shrugged and pulled the gauntlets off his hands and threw them to the ground. He turned around and sat by her side on the fire-stained sheets. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Blaze ran her hands across her face. Her head was still racing with thoughts and memories of the fight that took place one year ago. Silver placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her again. "I'm sure she didn't mean it," he reassured her. "You two are sisters. You two love each other."
Blaze thought differently. "I don't know, Silver. I could see the fire in her eyes. I could hear the anger in her voice. And I could feel the icy pestilence of her stare. It sounded like she meant it. Maybe she doesn't love me anymore," she said. She curled up into a ball and rolled the covers over her head. She knew that it was the truth.
"Aw, come on, Blaze. There's no way that could happen. I mean, maybe someday she'll understand that she doesn't have someone great to look up towards. One day she'll realize that what she did to her sister was wrong."
Blaze looked at Silver with disdain. She became a judge to his useless attempts to sway her. "When? After I die? I don't think that she'll ever forgive me, Silver."
Blaze began to tighten her grip around the sheets as they shielded her from Silver. She was constantly beating herself and crucifying herself over the fact that Frost, her only sister, would never speak to her again. It left an empty hole in her heart. It left an unfading scar on her soul. She was never going to live this down. How was she going to live with the fact that Frost hates her now? It was far too much for her to bear. Silver tried saying things to cheer her up, including performing motivational slogans and signs to get her back into fruition, but nothing worked. He wasn't going to give up just yet. He continued to try to motivate her, but at this point, he knew that his actions were all completely meaningless. When he finally realized, he rotated his personality and quickly got serious.
Blaze began to rummage within her sheets. She pulled herself out and showed herself. Her hair was all a scuff. "I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. How in the world could she possibly hate me? I did nothing to her. Unbelievable!"
"Blaze, calm down. I understand how you feel. I know that it hurts, but sooner or later, you're just going to have to forget about her because she will forget about you."
"Don't say that!"
"I'm sorry to say it, but Frost just doesn't care for you anymore. She may have had different feelings when you two were little, but now she doesn't want to be around you. She said it herself. I know it's hard to hear, but you just have to accept the fact that your sister doesn't feel the same way she used to. I'm sorry.
Blaze really didn't want to accept it, but she knew that somewhere deep in her heart, she knew that Silver was right; that Frost really didn't love her anymore; that she was cast away from the rest of the world for who she was. However, she was unwilling to accept the fact that she was dead. Blaze's eyes began to moisten. It was obvious that the fire was dying. Tears began to slide down her face. They hung from her cheeks. They smacked the sheets of fire she was lying in. The sheets quickly became saturated. She lowered her head on Silver's lap and let all of her pain slide out. She just couldn't fathom the thought of being despised, hated, and ridiculed by the one she loved so very much. If only there was a way to go and see her and tell her how much she cares. But, who was going to take her? The island that Frost was on was too far away to go alone. The situation seemed hopeless until she saw Silver's face.
"Silver, can you take me to see Frost?" she asked.
"What?"
"Take me to see my sister. I want to see her."
Silver was confused. "I don't know if I should do that. Your arm is still pretty sore, and it's almost time for you to soak it again. Plus, there's a heat wave happening today. I really don't think that it's such a good idea for us to go. Also, did you forget already? She's dead, remember?"
"Silver, please. Take me to see her. I need to see her face so we can mend our relationship. Come on. Please take me to see Frost. Please," she said with tears of grief once again in her eyes.
Silver was wedged between two situations. He had to either respect Blaze's decision, or face Frost. Just then, he was taken back one year. He remembered that horrible fight that happened. He felt like he was in that same spot he was standing in, watching those two slaughter each other, one year ago. It was mystical. He also remembered those disgusting looking goo creatures that he had to fight. That was nastier than any hell he had ever faced. It made him shiver in his boots. He didn't want to run the risk of putting Blaze in that very same predicament. He didn't have a clue of where to go from here, so he decided to rely on Blaze. She would have wanted him to, anyway.
"Alright, I'll take you to see her. Your strong devotion to your sister is amazing. I just don't see what your sister is so angry about," he said.
Blaze reached out and hugged him. She was finally going to see her sister and restore things back to the way they were. Well, that was obviously easier said than done. After the event that happened one year ago, it was going to be difficult to make amends with her. Silver pulled the sheets off her body and gently picked her up.
"Are you ready?" Silver asked.
"Yes."
Silver lifted himself off the ground as slowly as he could without hurting Blaze in any way. He could see that her arm was still in bad shape. He was questioning his own methods because his friend's arm was still hurting, plus the heat wave was killer today; about 110 degrees Fahrenheit. It was suicide to take her outside, especially in her condition. He stopped and thought about what he was doing. He did not know whether he was going to stay and keep her safe, or risk her life by dragging her through the heat wave in order to see someone who hated her...if that person was even alive. What was he going to do? Blaze looked at him impatiently.
"What are you waiting for? Are you going to take me or not? If you're not going to take me, then I'll go myself," she said.
Silver decided to fulfill her request. He wasn't going to have her walk in this weather. It was too hot outside. It would be suicide to let her. He built his courage towards the sky and proceeded to open the door. He was ready to dive deep into the harsh nature of the volcanic outdoors. The sun's rays blasted down upon the city. The ground was a molten time bomb. It was extremely dangerous to touch the surface. The city was completely abandoned because of the heat wave. Silver lifted himself in the air with Blaze in his hands. He slowly made his way above the city. Blaze's hope began to rise. She was confident that she and Frost would be together again. Blaze immediately saw the island off the coast of the city. She threw her hand towards the sun and commanded Silver to quickly head to the island. Silver was already getting exhausted.
"Is that the island, Blaze?" he asked.
"Yeah, it sure is. Let's hurry up and land."
"Yes, finally," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. He could finally touch land after all this time. While he was flying, he noticed that Blaze was panting heavily and sweating like crazy. She had been doing this ever since they had left home. "Blaze, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little light-headed is all."
Silver and Blaze finally landed. The island was small. The grass was nice and moist from the waves of water that smashed against the surface. It felt very warm on the island. Even though it was out in the middle of the ocean, not much plant life thrived. The cool breezes were light and variable. It was something, but it didn't really help much at all. All that inhabitated were some shrubs and dead flowers which provided food for small critters and insects. It made Blaze sick. She was already feeling funny from the heat. She didn't need that making it worse. She looked around the island. There wasn't much to go around except the tall palm trees and rocks that protruded from the ground. The trees provided shade, but it was insignificant due to the extreme heat. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a voice called Blaze's name from behind a crescent-shaped rock sculpture.
"Frost."
"Blaze."
Blaze and Frost have met face to face for the first time in a year. Will they finally settle their differences?
