Prologue: The Letter
"Hey Sonic," Tails hovered through the doorway holding a brown envelop; his thumb was covering a symbol stamped onto the envelop. "I got a letter for you, here you go," Tails handed Sonic the envelop, Sonic took the letter and he studied it briefly; the envelop was a boring brown colour and had nothing of interest expect for the symbol on the bottom right on the face of the envelop.
"Is that..."
"Yep it's the Babylon Rouges symbol. I guess it's from Jet," A cold sensation fell through Sonic; 3 years ago he heard on the news that Storm (from the Babylon Rouges and friend of Jet) died in the 12th EX Grand Prix after a horrific crash which was caused by fellow ruthless race Flint The Turtle. Jet never kept contact with Sonic after their last encounter which was nearly 10 years ago.
"I wonder why Jet has decided to contact us after all this time?"
"Me too, but I guess we all get so engulfed in our own business Tails," Sonic just stared at the symbol which just reminded him of death. Just the image of a disfigured head with a mixture of brain juices and crimson blood gives Sonic nightmares.
"You going to open it Sonic?"
"Might as well."
Sonic opened the envelop and inside was a side of white paper, nothing else. He withdrew the piece of paper with great care and unfolded it.
"What does it say Sonic?" Tails has become increasingly more and more impatient over the years whilst Sonic has begun to calm down and surprisingly enjoying the slow life.
"If you let me read it then I can tell you."
Sonic began to calmly read the letter, the Babylon symbol was stamped on the top right corner of the letter . It was obvious from the letter's content that Jet had wrote the message himself.
Hey Sonic
It's been a while. I guess you heard the news about Storm, that bastard Flint got away with fucking murder!
What Jet says is true. Storm and Flint had been bitter rivals since Flint joined the circuit 8 years ago, and 3 years ago was no different. It was the last race of the grand prix and it was in the Sand Ruins where the race was taking place. Storm and Flint where in front, Jet and Wave were close behind. Both Storm and Flint were big and strong and matched each other blow for blow. Since Flint joined the circuit the EX sport has become much more violent and even fatal, yet no action has been taken. Storm and Flint were neck n neck, Jet could see that the pair were trading words then Storm lunges a right hook at Flint who easily dodges the fist and counters with his own. Jet said in an emotional interview that he could hear the bone crack. Storm was flung from his Extreme Gear (EX), white specks flew from his mouth along with a crimson liquid. His skull smashed against one of the tall stone columns, he led in the sand still, cold, dead.
"STORM!" Wave screamed as she rode over to him, she held his cold, limp hand tight. Blood oozed out from Storm's cranium, the blood mixed with Wave's gentle tears.
Jet saw all of this yet he continued the race. He was determined to win, not for him but for Storm, he wanted to revenge on the bastard . Wave saw Jet chase after Flint, her sadness started to change to anger directed at Jet, she clutched Storm's dead hand harder and harder until she realised how angry she got. Wave wiped away the tears but it was no use they just kept coming. Jet never caught up to Flint. Flint won the 12th EX Grand Prix, his fifth in a row. Flint proudly accepted the trophy with no remorse of what happened to Storm. Jet never saw Wave again either but he knows that she is still alive. After that race Jet retired and Flint continued his dominance winning every single race since.
Well I've sorted out a funeral for him, it's at the Lavender Cemetery Centre on the 12th of May.
Sonic looked at the calendar, it was the 11th of May.
"Looks like we got to get ready for a journey tomorrow Tails."
"Do we?"
"Yep look here."
I'd like it if you could come. Not for Storm but for me. I need to ask you for a favour.
See you there Sonic The Hedgehog
Jet
