AN: My first Sonic story (And my second story overall). I was going to wait 'til I finished my other story, but I just had so many good ideas for this one that I couldn't hold it any longer. The beginning of the story is kind of how my day actually went today, minus the… well, read and find out yourself.

SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE AUSTIN CITY LIMITS…

(BACK IN BLACK! I HIT THE SACK! I'VE BEEN TOO LONG I'M GLAD TO BE BACK!)

My white Ford F-250 roared down the lone two lane road going seventy. Yeah, I know it's a fifty zone, but I just can't help it. I've got the need for speed you could say…

(YES I'M LET LOOSE, FROM THE NOOSE, THAT'S KEPT ME HANGIN' AROUND)

Ah yes, AC/DC, Best damn band in the whole world! Don't get me wrong, I like every kind of music out there (Accept for country. Hate that shit…), but AC/DC is the fucking greatest in my opinion.

(I KEEP LOOKING AT THE SKY 'CUZ IT'S GETTING ME HIGH! FORGET THE HERSE 'CUZ I'LL NEVER DIE!)

Wait, introduction, right. My name's Wyatt Evans (Yeah that's right, it's a funny sounding name. Got a problem with that?). I'm seventeen years old, 6. 2" tall, perfectly toned body (At least that's what the girls at school say, hehe.). As for my hair, I just cut it short and let it go with the wind. And if you don't already know, I live on a ranch outside of Austin, Texas. Now I want to clear a few things up. First, I do own a pair of cowboy boots, but I never wear them. Second, I may live on a ranch but I am not a redneck, I don't even have a country accent. Third, would be that I live on a ranch but do not own any horses. Well, now that we got that out of the way for any of you people that have those common misconceptions about Texas people, we can begin my epic tale of the average day of a Texas teen… gone wrong.

I'm hauling' ass down the lone two lane road bringing home the after product of a slaughter house. You should have been there! They rammed a two foot long spike through the cow's forehead! IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME! Anyways, I'm driving along with Back in Black blasting from the speakers when…

"ALERT! ALERT! FATHER IS CALLING!"- My ringtone goes off. I pause the song and pick up my I-Phone.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Wyatt? Are you on your way home?"

"Yeah."

"Good, when you get back we aren't going to be there. I'm running to the tax office in town and your mom and sister are going to go get a manicure. While we're away I want you to go check the stock and feed 'em."

"Yessir."

"Alright, bye." Then he hangs up. Greeeaat, more work for me! I resume the song and floor it a few more miles down the road when I turn off onto the small dirt road that goes from the road all the way over to the other side of the property where our house is. I pull up to the old fashion farm house with full wrap around porch and hop out of the truck. I'm greeted by thunderous barking, and my basset hound McCoy (Named after my favorite player on the Longhorns) comes waddling/ running to me.

"Hey boy." I say while patting his head. "We're going for a ride on the Mule!" the Mule is our all-wheel drive side by side that I use for work around the ranch. There was no way in hell I was going to take my brand new F-250 four wheeling over the pastures! When I say this, McCoy gets really excited and sprints for the barn where the mule is parked. He hops up in the bed of the vehicle where he usually sits as I take my position behind the wheel. I turn the key and feel the engine roar to life. Even in the Mule I have a habit of speeding as I race out of barn and into the wide open. We live on a patch of land that's 400 square acres, not exactly the biggest ranch out there, but not small either. I drive all the way across to where the herd usually resides at this time of day, the corral. Sure enough I see a sea of brown as I approach the large pavilion like structure on the east side of the property. I wonder if they know that I just killed two of their amigos with an oversized tent stake…

"Hola fatties!" I call as I strode past the forty or so cattle that were milling around. McCoy followed close behind while slightly whimpering. I choose the only hound that's afraid of cows, Jesus Christ! I climb over the tall metal fence that surrounds the outside of the pavilion. McCoy hits the gate with his paw and gives me the dog face. "Sorry boy, but I'm only going to be here for a few minutes. Why don't you go try to make some friends?" I say while pointing to the cows.

'FUCK YOU!' He says in that dog language where you look into their eyes and seem to know what they're saying. Anyways, I turn and face the fifteen foot tall stack of hay bales, then proceed to climb it to the tallest point and pull out my bowie knife. It has a four inch long rubberized handle and seven inch 440 stainless steel blade. I then cut the little length of twine binding the straw together. I climb back down and grab a pitchfork in the corner. As I'm about to turn back, I hear a soft mew from none other than Blaze the Cat! Well, she's not actually Blaze, I just named her that because once upon a time when I was six, I was obsessed with this video game called Sonic the Hedgehog. One day I found Blaze lying in a nest of hay, painted purple from some asshole with a paintball gun. We gave her a bath to clean the paint out of her white fur, but since I found her purple, I named her after the only purple cat I knew at the time. Today she was laying it a patch of warm sun; I didn't have to worry about her because she would come up to our porch when she wanted food or water. So I walk back to the mountain of hay and scoop up a fork load, and then toss it into a large trough. It was like a fucking feeding frenzy (Try saying that three times fast!), and the more hay I pile on, the more crazy they become. Finally after what seems like forever they slow down and begin to spread out again. I'm about to head back to the Mule when…

CRACK! BOOM!

The cows start mooing, frightened, McCoy starts howling up a storm, Blazed jumps fifty feet in the air, and even I'm a little shaken. Damn, that lighting snuck up on us! I didn't even notice the dark clouds that were getting closer. Well, it looks like it's time to head in.

"Blaze! McCoy!" I call. Without hesitation both animals jump up into the bed of the Mule and I put the pedal to the metal trying to get back to the house before we get soaked. By the time the Mule's back in its place in the barn it's already beginning to drizzle. I scoop Blaze up in my arms and make a mad dash for the front porch. McCoy is hot on my heels when we fly through the front door just as it begins to come down hard. I set Blaze down on my couch and walk up stairs to my room where I take the knife sheath off my belt and toss it onto my bed. Let's see… what could I do 'til the rain stops? I don't really feel like finishing a chapter right now, so I walk back downstairs to the living room. I plop down on the couch and turn on the TV. For a few minutes I flick through the channels before turning it off again. Of course there's nothing good on at 10:00 on a Thursday. I sigh and lay back before deciding to maybe play a few video games. I get up from the couch and open the cabinet on the TV stand to reveal my XBOX 360 ready to go. Let's see here… Black Ops? Naw, I don't feel like handling the stress. Madden 11? Meh, I'm not really in a sporty mood. GTA IV? Don't really feel like a mindless killing spree. Army of Two, Sly Cooper 1 2 & 3, Jak and Daxter, I go through my whole game basket before coming upon a game case with a blank cover, meaning I bought it used at one point. I flip open the case and am met with a surprise. Sonic Heroes? Jesus Christ, I haven't even glanced at this game since I was like eight! Ah, what the hell, why not? I unplug my XBOX and connect my PS2 to the wall and pop in the disc. I go through all the startup shit and choose Team Sonic. Then I'm on the first level…

(8 hours later…)

"HELL YA MOTHERFUCKER, GET SOME!" I yell at the TV after finally beating the whole game on the hard difficulty. Now you may be asking yourself "Why was that so hard?" well friend, I'll answer. I just beat the whole game with all 141 emblems AND all A ratings. That's why! The rain had stopped a long time ago, but I had gotten so caught up in the game that I decided to keep playing. My parents must have had a lot to do because they still weren't home. You know, I've forgotten how much fun this game used to be for me. And I'm now starting to see why Sonic hates Eggman so much. I mean, if I had some nerdy fat ass talking shit about me, then running away before I could get a hit in, I'd be pissed too. Amaright?

Now the credits are over and there's a little box saying "Congratulations! You've successfully unlocked the Super Hard difficulty!" let's see. It's six in the afternoon, my parents aren't home, and I have no work to do. Why not?

(6 hours later…)

WHAT THE FUCK! METAL SONIC KILLED ME FOR THE THIRTIETH FUCKING TIME! GRRR. I'M GONNA PICK THE LOCK TO HIS FRONT DOOR, PUT PILLOWS ON MY FUCKING FEET SO NO ONE CAN HEAR ME. THEN I'M GONNA TAKE A KITCHEN KNIFE AND- whoa! Got a little carried away there, hehe. If you haven't noticed, I tend to think violent thought when I'm pissed at something, hehe. Screw this, my parents got home a long time ago and now it's 12:00 AM. I walk back to my room and power up the computer. I go onto Google and search for Sonic Heroes cheat codes. I click on IGN and there comes up a list of cheat codes. Let's see here… metal sheen, theme songs, team movies. Damn it, there's nothing here- wait, what's this? At the bottom of the page there's a cheat titled "invincibility." Oh hell yeah! I memorize the code and head back to the TV where the game is paused. While in the pause menu I punch in the following [UP, CIRCLE, SQUARE, SQUARE, R2, L3, DOWN.] and a small tune plays. Did it activate? Let's find out. I resume the game just as Metal Sonic fires a laser at me. I sit perfectly still and allow the laser to hit me, and nothing happens. BOOYAH, GET READY TO FEEL THE PAIN BITCHES! I play the next five minutes completely dominating this fucker, and I guess you can predict the outcome.

"Hell yeah!" I say when the ending movie begins to play. Sonic heroes completed on the super hard difficulty with all 141 emblems and all A ratings! Hell yeah! Now I have to wait for the credits to finish so I can save. The credits finish and the game saves. I walk up to the console to turn it off but the weirdest thing happens. The PS2 shuts itself off! What the fuck? But before I can say anything, the TV flashed back on and there's nothing but a solid white screen. Okay, I'm seriously getting freaked out here! I slowly start to back away from the possessed TV. Then a transparent hand shoots out of the screen and grabs for me. Luckily I dodged it. What the fuck is happening? Does the TV hate me? These thought go through my mind as I sprint for my room. Did my parents hear any of that! I look behind me to see the hand snapping at my heels, urging me to run faster. I make it to my bedroom door and slam it behind me. I then quickly push a book shelf in front of it so it can't be opened again. I quickly reach under my bed for my little girl… a Mossberg 590 "Mariner" 12 gauge shotgun. The shot gun is in its scabbard like usual. I sling the scabbard over my back and pull out the shotgun, loaded and ready to go. I also reach under my bed and pull out my fully loaded 40 round shot shell carrying belt. I've also modified the strap on the scabbard to carry an additional 40 shells. And to top it off, I have a 10 shell holder on the butt of the gun. If 90 rounds of triple ought buck shot don't kill this demonic hand, nothing will. I strap on the belt and pump a round into the chamber. Let's go motherfucker! I hide behind my bed and train the Mossberg at the door just as it starts to open, easily pushing to bookshelf out of the way. The door opens all the way and I don't hesitate.

BOOM!Comes the thunderous report from the Mossberg. But then I notice a shocking fact. The hand isn't there. And now there's a softball sized hole it the dry wall. I pump my shotgun again before slowly making my way to the door, never lowering my weapon. I already wasted one shot, so I only have five more to use. I ever so slowly turn the corner…

WHAM! The hand comes out of nowhere and grabs me around the midsection. FUCK!

"MOM, DAD! HELP!" I shout as loud as I can as the hand drags me closer to the TV. My parents run into the living room and are able to see just a glimpse of me as the hand pulls me into the screen…

Everything is white. I feel nothing, see nothing, or hear nothing. Where did that fucked up hand take me? Is this the Matrix? Am I going to be trapped here? Suddenly, the white fades away and I'm… 3000 FUCKING FEET IN THE AIR! I look down and see the hand still holding me. Why, thank you, evil demonic hand!

"Hey look, I'm sorry for trying to shoot you and all, but um could you please NOT let me fall to my very painful death?" I ask in the most semi- sweet voice I possess. Now I think he still has hard feelings, because his fingers are unwrapping themselves from me, slowly, one by one. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! Then, the last finger lets go…

"AAAAAAAAH! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I begin to fall. My arms and legs are flailing, hoping to catch onto something as I quickly race to my early demise. I see the Mossberg tumbling down beside me and I slide it back into the scabbard. Then using my minimal sky diving training that I received, I spread my arms and legs, slowing my rate of decent. I search around for something to catch me and I see a vast ocean of in the distance next to a cliff. If I go fast enough, I should be able to make it. So I face my body towards the body of water and I angle myself to go forward. Now I know what you're thinking, "At that altitude it would be just like landing on concrete!" but let me tell ya, there's a hell of a bigger chance of survival if I land in water and not in actual concrete. 2000 feet and still descending and I'm probably only a half mile from the ocean. 1000… 500… 400… 300! SHIT! I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!

"FUUUUUUUUU-" CRASH!…

AN: good, bad? Tell me please!