The Flame Returns- A Sonic Fanfic.
The light was shown into the empty apartment as the door opened. In the center of the gray room, there was a couch, which doubled as a bed. There was a coffee table, and then a TV. A Radio sat on a nightstand next to the couch. The walls had faded wallpaper, but you could make out a faint yellow. There was a large hole in the side wall. As the door opened, roaches scattered. A Creature walked in and sat down, sighing heavily. This creature's name was Damien. Damien laid down, muttering to himself.
"Meh, I don't need that asshole! I can find another job! ? One where the customers aren't so fucked up they can't take an order!"He grumbled. Sleep overcame him, as his day was long. He had a dream that night. He was floating in a jumble of pale colors. A soft voice called to him.
"Damien...my child...awaken from your slumber..."she cooed. He looked around as though she had lost her mind.
"Listen, lady, I don't know you, and, where am I?"
"All your questions will be answered soon, Child of Enkou. The time is coming for you to awaken."
On hearing his father's name, he let out a yip of surprise."How do you know my father?" He demanded.
She chuckled. "Did your father not tell you what you are?"
"My dad... is dead. He never told me anything like that."
"Well, I would say that it's time for you to wake up, Damien." A large buzzing started to repeat as she said that. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He groggily got up and pushed 'snooze.' He stood up, put on a black Tank-top and jeans. He can't wear T-shirts because his spikes would rip the fabric. As he stepped into the light, you could get a better view. Deep crimson fur and a peachy muzzle and underbelly. Lean, but not ripped body. He blew his bangs to the side. He ran inside and brought out a switchblade knife. He flicked it open once or twice, and then put it in his pocket. You could never be too careful. There was a turf war going on in his area, and he would want to defend himself.
Most people, at a glance, would say that Damien was a hedgehog. But, upon further inspection, would consider him a porcupine. Though, to correct them, he would say that he is a hedge-pine. A Mix. His father was a Hedgehog, mother was a porcupine. His spines were about 3 feet long, and at most, a diameter of 4 inches. He had many spines, for that, many people knew him as "Spike," although he hated the nickname. He grabbed his skateboard, razor grip tape and solid black deck, it was his pride and glory. Someone messed with it, he would kick their ass so hard their ancestors would feel it.
He mounted hs board, and sped off. He rode through the crowd of people, carving, dodging, and inching his way past. Finally, he reached his favorite area. The local skatepark. He walked over to the half-pipe and climbed the ladder, to find two guys laughing their heads off. There was another kid, seemed to be a guy, looked like a wimp. They were holding him up by the hair, and kicking him, laughing all the way. It brought back Damien's school days. He stood between them, pushed one of them to the side, and faced the bigger one.
"You know what I hate more than seeing an asshole beating a little kid?" He commented.
The other kid smirked. "I don't really like your attitude, punk. But I'll bite. What do you hate more?"
He smirked as well. "The Asshole himself." He kicked the kid's knee, which made him flinch for a moment. The Kid got pissed really fast.
"Hey!"he remarked. He grabbed Damien's bangs. Damien Attempted to push him away, but the other guy grabbed his waist and arms.
"Hey, Bruce, let's have fun with this guy, eh?"The kid grabbing him remarked.
The other kid, apparently named Bruce, was glad to oblige. He started landing blows to Damien's gut. After about 7 hits, Damien freed his arm. He reached for the switchblade. Damien was pissed off more than his body seemed to be able to handle. His vision became reddened, and he physically lost control. He grabbed a switchblade, but when he pulled it out, it was a blood-red claymore. He was shocked by it for a minute, but then sliced at one of the kids, jumped higher than any normal person, got behind the smaller kid, put the blade to his neck, and almost slashed his throat. His fur was a deeper shade of crimson than before, and his eyes were bright red, and without pupils. As he was about to pull, he lost consciousness.
Damien awoke to the smell of sausage. He had been relieved of his tank top, and was left in shorts and socks. He got up groggily, and wandered around. A voice drew his attention.
"Took it a bit far, eh?" A female voice said. He looked behind him, and saw a fox girl. Her fur was a light baby blue, while her muzzle was silvery-white. She was clad in a pale green shirt and a deep blue, knee-length skirt. She smirked. "Well, it seems that you've lost your will to talk."
He stammered. "Uh, I was just...where am I?" He looked around. The room was quaint and clean. It seemed that somebody had OCD. He remarked lightly, "So... what's your name?"
She blinked a bit, and almost looked offended. "A gentleman always introduces himself first." She said matter-of-factly. He snickered.
"Sorry, but I'm no gentleman. But, if you insist, I'm Damien." he said calmly.
She curtsied. "And I'm Alison. Pleasure to meet you, Damien." She got up from the curtsy, and asked, "You hungry?"
His response was something she didn't expect. "Hell yeah! I'm so hungry, I'd go out and kill someone right now if I had to! Whatcha got?"
She put her hands on her hips, and assumed the posture of an adult speaking to a small child. "Excuse me? I'd like to request that you don't use language like that!" She semi-screamed.
He raised his hands in defense. "Hey, hey, hey, take it easy. I use words like that all the time! It feels so natural to me."
"Well I'd like it if you would watch your mouth."
Damien seemed to ignore her plea. "So... where am I?" he asked nonchalantly. She was hesitant to answer, but finally spoke. "You're in a special house. One that masks your magical energy. He almosy choked upon the word 'magic'.
"Say what now? Magic? There's no such thing." He said as though he had won a victory. She giggled.
"Yeah, there is. I'll show you." She held her hand out and and muttered some words. "Vilitas, congelo." And almost as if out of nowhere, a small icicle dropped from her hand. Damien was awestruck. "Holy shit! Dude, I almost shit my pants! How the hell did you do that?" He was jumping around excitedly. She dropped her happy expression and swapped it with a fed-up countenance. "Hey! I showed you, stop messing around!
"Sorry, princess, I'm just freaked! What the hell are you?"
"A Magi. Like you."
"I'm sorry, but I can't do any of that. I can fight, hell, but I can't do magic."
"Sure you can. All Magi can!"
"I'm not a Magi!"
"What were your parents' names?"
"Enkou and Elena. Why?"
"There. Your father was a Sage."
"A what?"
"A sage, an Elemental Guardian. He was a sage of Fire. You see, Enkou is another spelling of Kouen,which is Japanese for Flame.
"Hold on, my dad wasn't Japanese!"
"How would you have known that? He was gone most of your life, wasn't he?"
Damien became filled with rage. "Why you little," He started to dash forward. His feet wouldn't move. They had been numbed and frosen to the floor."What the hell?"
Alison smirked. "We're going to have to work on that temper."
A deep female voice bellowed. "What is going on?" Damien looked over, and saw a portly Fox woman. She stared at him, and saw the magic that Alison had cast.
"Alison, dear, what have I told you about magic in the house?"
She took the spell off, and put her arms behind her back. "Uhh, to not do it?"
"And what was that?"
"Magic."
"Ugh, what am I going to do with you, child?" She saw Damien. "Uh, who is this? Your new boyfriend?" Alison Blushed a shade redder than a tomato.
"No! He's another Magi! Just like me! Enkou is his dad!"
"Enkou, you say?" She squinted at him. "Ah, he has his father's build. But his mother's eyes."
Damien was appalled. "Whoa, you knew my dad?"
She laughed deeply. "Why yes, I know him! I taught him what he knew about magic."
Damien started laughing. "Whoa, you guys are a riot, whew. Hey, uh, I'm just gonna leave this freakfest, alright?"
Alison said, "Go ahead. The demons will find you soon enough."
"Demons?"
"Spirits that are attracted to magical energy."
"Okay, whatever, I'll kick their ass. See ya!" He sped off, grabbing the board that had been precariously placed next to the door.
As he skated away, The big woman remarked, "He'll be back soon. I'm sure of it.