Just a few words before the story
Hello, this is Bomber the Scoto fox. This story was taken down from a while back, but now I think I can put it back up. I've edited it! If there are still errors do tell me in your review.
Oh! and this story is rated R on these conditions, the fic has some bloody scenes, and an rape ATTEMPT scene near the end. However, language is PG to PG-13. But yet again, the violence part. Either way I find that the story is a good romance, tragedy, and it also has some good humor in the middle, towards the end is when it gets R rated. I also think changing the rating of a story as it progresses is confusing and unnecessary.
Lastly, I don't own Jaba the hut from starwars, though he doesn't appear this this story anymore then a Jaba remake by Eggman. I don't own Sonic, or the Sonic X characters, whom are present strictly for the plot. So if you like Chris or the other Sonic X humans, not for you. I don't own the HIGE HIGE bandits. I don't own Edger Allen Poe, who of course is dead. Nor do I own Edger Poe's story The Premature Burial.
Enjoy theprologue chapter of Chaos Controlled, the first fic I ever wrote!
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Chaos Controlled
"Good day Dr. Gerald. Gerald. Where have I..." "Excuse me. It's Gerald the third. Your thinking of my great great grandfather." "Ah yes. He's the one who organized that thing that nearly destroyed the earth, was he not?" "Yes and I'm very sorry about that now I'd like to see my patient?" "Sure, walk this way." "Thank you." The conversation continues as Ph.D. psychologist Gerald and the desk clerk proceed down the hall.
"I'm new here, so I've got a few questions. Your the best shrink around," said the clerk. "Yet you have been counseling this lady for 40 years. What's the deal?" "I think it is the fact that my patient is inhuman," replied Dr. Gerald. Then they arrived at room 103. The clerk opened the door and left as Dr. Gerald walked in. When he did an old rabbit looked up. She was at least 80 years old judging by her looks, which are her long shaggy gray fur and the tired look on her face. She then went back to looking down at a garden outside a window. Dr. Gerald coughed from the smoke coming from the aroma therapy candles placed variously through out the dimly lit room as he approached the elderly rabbit. "Hello," he greeted. "It's time for another of our weekly sessions. Let's start off with what we usually do. What is your name?" The rabbit continued to look out into the lively garden below paying no mind to the psychologist, and started to sing a song under her breath.
Dr. Gerald always said that it was to keep herself from forgetting how to talk. She has never said a word that was loud enough to be understood since the day she was found in a cave with numerous injuries and brought to a hospital at somewhat the age of six. It was so long ago that no one could remember her age since she destroyed all records of her finding so she could forget that day. The only clue to the atrocity that took place in the cave according to the legends of the older members of the hospital was a quill dyed violet from blood which turned out to be that of the girl.
Dr. Gerald waited for a response for about five minutes just as he always did. After words Gerald said "Now come on just tell me your name. We've been at square one since we started these sessions forty years ago. You must have been forty then and you must be eighty now and I am ninety two years old." He paused for about ten seconds and then continued. "Is there anything you want to get off your chest? "The old rabbit took a deep breath, soaking in the scent off the candles. Then a miracle happened.
Who knows how it happened but then the rabbit said "Have you ever heard of Sonic the hedgehog?" Gerald sat there for a moment, and you would think that it was because of the fact that after 74 years she finally spoke, but it was really because of what she said that stole his ability to talk. Gerald stuttered something inaudible and then said "Pretty much. Father would call him Sound Breaker when he told stories of Sonic to people years after that hedgehog mysteriously disappeared so that nobody would forget him." "Well," said the rabbit. "I'm going to tell you a story about that hedgehog. A story that will show you that I should know a thing or two about Sonic and will give you a whole new view of him. You will also find out why he disappeared seventy four years ago."