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Prologue: What He Did for Power
Just when I thought I knew everything about him, I turned out to be wrong. I never would've thought he would go so far just to win.
Large clouds of smoke swirled out of houses and cars engulfed in red hot flames. The black smoke rising into the dark gray sky along with the cries for salvation that emanated from the injured and dying. In the middle of a battle torn city, atop a cluster of destroyed tanks, robots and soldiers, stood a large burly man about fifteen feet tall. In the man's hand he held a small blue hedgehog by the neck. Only moments before had the hedgehog engaged the brute in combat and lost. Now the hedgehog was being lifted off of the ground, looking at his foe for probably the last time. The man had arms so big, they were thicker then a Christmas ham and could level a building in almost a second. This brute of a man wore a large pair of black pants and black boots, created just to suit his size and had a long orange mustache extending about three inches from his face. But the most disturbing feature on the man was his long ear-to-ear psychotic smile.
He did so many things for power and he lost control of himself during his journey.
The blue hedgehog that was clenched in the brutes hand was gasping for air. Knowing that his foe's death was upon him made the brute giddy, but he didn't want to kill him quickly, that would be no fun. He watched through his small circular glasses at the spasming creature that was trying to wriggle out of his hand. A quick death for the creature would be boring, but watching him writhe in pain would be pure entertainment for the man.
He became a monster for power . . .
Before the brute could inflict more pain onto the hedgehog, a car slammed into his side. The vehicle bounced off of the brute like some large inflatable ball before smashing into the ground with a loud explosion. Not too far away from the giant, a bruised and bloody red echidna panted heavily, the energy he used to throw the car was probably his last. The hulking figure threw the blue hedgehog aside, before slowly walking toward the injured echidna. Even with all of the destruction surrounding him, the brute still smiled psychotically as if he liked the destruction around him.
Memories were cast off for power . . .
The man was now towering over the defenseless echidna, who was now on both knees and looking up at him. The echidna took in a deep breath and spit at the man's face, the loogie hitting the brute's cheek. The man wiped the spit off of him and with the same hand, punched the echidna in the face, causing him to skid backwards. Fatigue and mental stress were the only things that stopped the echidna from getting back up and miraculously he felt no pain. Once the man was over the echidna once again, he raised his foot above the echidna's head and left it hovering there. A smile made its way across the echidna's face, he wasn't afraid of death.
"Hope you burn in hell after this." said the echidna with his last breath.
The man's smile grew bigger at the statement. "I hope I do to, this Satan character seems like my type of friend." He said breezily.
Dignity and self respect were lost for power . . .
Groaning in pain, the blue hedgehog rolled his body over just in time to see his red echidna friend get smashed into the concrete street by the man's foot. Bones were heard cracking, as the brute applied a little bit more pressure onto the echidna, as if he was a bug on the bottom of his shoe. The gruesome scene caused a small tear to cascade down the hedgehog's face, the loss of another friend just too much for him. He had already lost some much before and he was starting to reach his limit. The man then lifted his foot off of the mangled echidna, blood and bones staing the bottom of the monster's shoe. He turned around to see his blue hedgehog foe crying, his sadness now causing the man to give out a psychotic laugh of delight.
Sanity was destroyed for power . . .
As the man laughed, he began to walk toward the hedgehog. All of the man's dreams were now coming true and the death of his enemy was not too far now. But the man suddenly stopped in his tracks as ideas suddenly popped into the man's head, each idea involving some cruel death for the hedgehog. His mind wasn't used for killing anymore, it was used for mutilation and torture now.
"I wonder how fast you would go if I broke your legs." The large man said in a curious tone, his smile growing even bigger. The man was closing in on the hedgehog, who was trying to crawl away.
This was a nightmare. Everything was going wrong for the hedgehog. He's supposed to be the hero that would save the world. He was supposed to save the day and live happily ever after with all of his friends. Now he's been reduced to a crawling weakling trying to hide from death.
"Your head will like fine over my fireplace, hedgehog. It would go well with the bat head and my new echidna." said the man, who was almost striking distance away from the hedgehog.
Scenes of his friends filled the hedgehog's head, causing more tears to appear out of his eyes and onto the ground. He missed them dearly and wished he could say goodbye to them. The scenes of his friends vanished and were replaced with images of their injuries, other brutal fights and some heartbreaking deaths. As the hedgehog outstretched his hand to pull himself even further, a massive amount of pressure was suddenly applied onto his legs. The man had firmly set one leg onto both of the creature's legs. The Mobian cried out in agony as even more pressure was added to his legs and he could feel that they were about to snap.
"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candle stick," The man recited as he added a little bit more pressure, making the hedgehog cry. "Jack jump high, Jack jump low, I'm sorry Jack, but your legs have to go." finished the man, who added his own little sick ending to the nursery rhyme.
I thought he was crazy at first, but now he's gone over the edge.
CRACK!
A single loud scream echoed through streets of the destroyed city. The very sound made everyone's hopes sink downward, knowing that they're only hope was now dead.
Monsters are created, not born and this is the monster's story from its creation up to its redemption.
I'm going through some chapters revising them.