MirrorTF: Hello my pretties. This Story is in Sonic's POV, and is the companion story to Angelic Puppy's Blood Fire. I do not own Sonic or any of his friends, I only own Xiaoli my OC (who may or may not appear), and some of the plot. Think of our stories like Sonic Adventure 2. Two different sides of the plot, but some events are the same in both stories. Enjoy!
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CRAAASH!! Knuckles slammed headfirst into the east side of the 42nd floor of a skyscraper. Glass and steel rained down onto the terrified crowd, though no one was hit by any of it. The massive egg-shaped robot that was responsible for knocking Knuckles senseless threw a mean right hook in my direction. I jumped over its giant fist and ran up its long wiry arm, hopping over the shoulder into the air. I came over the glass dome on the robots head where Eggman was piloting, and spotted my reflection as I flipped over it.
I looked terrible, my fur was ragged, charred in some places, and I had dark bruises on my arms and legs. I landed on the other side of Eggman, and dashed out of the way of another monstrous punch. I ran up the side of the skyscraper Knuckles had crashed in to, and ran into the office through the busted window. Knuckles had recovered somewhat, and was pulling glass out of his dreadlocks when I got there.
"That all you got Rad Red?" He grinned at the nickname I used for him.
"Only if that's all you've got True Blue!" He replied, pounding his fists together.
I smirked and rubbed my nose with my index finger. This would be a piece of cake now that we were really revved up. We went to the wall furthest from the window, and charged, jumping off the edge of the window. Then we landed a fierce punch, mine hit first because I was faster and had taken off first. My punch knocked Eggman back, who sent a flurry of curses, and Knuckles' follow up punch knocked the robot on its monstrous ass. I couldn't help but laugh as Eggman struggled to get his new machine off the ground. This, as usual, infuriated Eggman to no end. He hit some odd button, which opened the cabin on the robot's chest, allowing Eggman to fly out of it.
He pretty much cursed us out as he flew away, talking about how he'd get us 'next time'. Knuckles and I laughed at the now familiar routine. We headed away from the devastation that was our fight with Eggman, not waiting for the cleanup crew to arrive. It had been awhile since Knuckles and I had fought, just the two of us, against Eggman, or against any 'baddies' in awhile so we enjoyed our victory. The two of us walked to a café that wasn't too far from where we were. We ordered drinks and some mozzarella sticks, aware of the many stares we were getting from the other customers.
"Man that was too easy! I think that may have been the shortest fight with Eggman that we've ever had!" Knuckles said fervently. Our drinks arrived and we both took a long drink.
"I agree that should go in the Guinness Book of Records for 'Shortest and Least Epic Battle'."
Our mozzarella sticks arrived and we dug in, ordering a large pizza to split between us. We talked for another hour or so over our food, making jokes and discussing battle styles, music and food. I felt kinda awkward at first; I was used to hanging out with Tails, who despite being a genius, was still only eight years old. But eventually I got into the rhythm of talking with Knuckles who was my age. I loved the little fox, but I couldn't figure out how I had retained my teenage sanity so long.
We had started talking about which rock bands were better, when I noticed it was starting to get dark. I checked my watch, which said it was about 8:30, Amy and Rouge would kill the both of us if we didn't leave now.
"Hey Knuckles, it's getting late, the girls are gonna kill us if we don't get goin'."
He sighed, knowing I was right, and got up to get ready to leave. He put a twenty on the table, and we dashed out the door. He waved goodbye and went the direction of the pier, back to Angel Island. That left me by myself, and I went through an alley to an empty back street. As far as I could see, the street was a clear, straight shot to my house. I rotated my left shoulder, which was still sore from the battle earlier, and flinched at the sharp pain that went through it. I'd have to be careful while I was running, and I definitely couldn't make any sudden stops.
I took a deep breath and started of with a runner's jog, careful not to jostle my shoulder too much. I picked up the pace little by little, until I was at a full run, and then I really took off. This was the best part about being me, having the speed. I loved feeling the air rush past my quills, listening to the hum of the wind as I cut through it. I didn't even feel the sting of my injuries, I was so focused.
Many people wondered why I couldn't stand to be still for too long, or why I hated moving slow. It was because of this sensation that I get from running, everything that goes into it and comes out of it. But, you can't explain that kind of thing to people, instead they'd have to experience it for themselves to understand.
It didn't take long for me to reach my house and when I got there my shoulder was burning with pain. All the windows were dark except for the one that peeked into the basement, meaning that only Tails was home. So I wouldn't be bothered when I went in, unless Tails decided to come up when I did which was highly unlikely.
I went inside and pulled my shoes off, I didn't bother turning on the lights, and went into the kitchen. I flicked on that light, and opened the fridge. The cool tile felt like a blessing to my poor tired feet, I hadn't realized how tired I was until I'd stepped in the house. I poured my self half a glass of orange juice and drank it in three gulps. I sat the cup in the sink and slowly made my way up to my room. My legs felt like there were lead weights on my ankles, which made it tough getting up the stairs.
When I got upstairs, I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on, yawning as I did so. I glanced in the mirror, which had started to fog up at the corners. My blue fur was standing on end, and patches of it were burned at the tips. The bruises had already started to go away-thank goodness, I wouldn't have been able to take all of Amy's prodding if they hadn't-most of them yellowed now. My shoulder was still sore and there was some slight swelling but whatever. I sighed at the reflection, which sighed right back, and stepped into the shower.
I washed first, careful of my injuries, making sure they were clean within self-preservation. Washing my quills proved to be a more difficult task, my shoulder stung every time I tried to use it, but there was sweat and robot oil in my quills, and I was not going to bed with that crap on my head. By the time I'd finished, my shoulder was burning again and the water was cold, but I was clean top to bottom.
I plopped down on my soft fluffy bed, glancing one last time at the clock before closing my eyes. The clock had said 9:45, so by my standards I was going to bed early. I shifted so I was more comfortable and drifted off to sleep.
I opened my eyes to see a void, it wasn't dark, but was lit with a sunset. That was weird, voids were supposed to be dark and evil looking. The void was colored in scarlet, orange, peach, and yellow, like the sky during sunset, although it darkened to black at a central point. The black point swirled slowly in a counter-clockwise motion, and there was a slight pull on the air around me.
I looked around, and saw nothing but the eternal landscape of colors. I shook my head, sometimes I really couldn't figure out where these deep, semi-poetic thoughts came from. Perhaps I was around Shadow and Rouge too much, or maybe I was just getting mature. Ugh, what a thought that was! The others would laugh at me for just considering that last one.
Something roared in the distance, at least, it sounded like it was in the distance, I couldn't really tell because everything looked the same. I heard it again, this time it was closer, and I could tell it was coming from the vortex that was swirling below me. A deep rumble followed, and two massive, ropey tentacles shot out to try and grab me. I got out of the way but they swung for me again, determined to catch me or knock me clear out the sky.
The tentacles were a navy blue, and had thin, ropey claws at the end. It moved like chaos, but was much quicker, whipping back whenever I got behind it. It was also smart too, because it slammed me with one tentacle and wrapped the other around me. I could feel its bright green slime ooze through my fur and touch my skin, where it burned horrendously. I screamed through the searing pain, but I had to stop when the tentacle crushed the air out of me.
I took in sharp gasps of breath, each one making the pain in my chest worse than the one before it. The burning from the ooze stopped, though I could still feel it on my skin and in my fur. The tentacle started to pull me down towards the vortex and I struggled to get free. I had managed to wriggle my arms free, when a powerful electric shock ran through the tentacle and into my body. I'd never in my life felt that kind of pain before, not even the ooze had caused such mind numbing pain. I don't even know if I screamed, but in that instant I gained a serious appreciation for any past injury I had obtained, because nothing compared to this.
I heard a loud, almost furious banging on my door and sat up quickly. I had fallen off the bed at some point and I was breathing heavily. My heart felt like it would jump out my chest and run a marathon. My whole body was numb, like all my limbs had fallen asleep at the same time. The banging had stopped, and Amy walked into the room, looking very annoyed.
"Geez Sonic, I knew you were a heavy sleeper, but c'mon!" she said in an exasperated tone. I must not have looked as bad as I felt.
"What the hell do you want Amy? I can't see what's so important that you'd wake me up at-"I glanced towards the clock "-two in the morning, and with all that banging!" I spat.
She flinched at my harsh tone, but I couldn't really feel bad about it at this point. She had no right barging in here in the first place, but to throw an attitude at me too? That wasn't exactly the way I'd approach someone who I needed help from. She whimpered and stepped away from me, suddenly nervous. I sighed and rubbed the back of my head, now I felt bad, I'd scared her, and that just made this whole scene annoying.
"Just tell me what you need Amy, so I can check it out" I said calmly. She still seemed wary of my attitude but stepped up again.
"It's just, well, I had this dream that Shadow had gotten attacked, and, well, I was wondering if maybe you'd go check on him for me?" her tone was slightly pleading and she really did look worried. I nodded and stood up stretching, and she smiled in relief.