Author's notes
Hi. This is my first fic... I hope it doesn't suck :P please criticize me, I need it. Anyway, I decided to write this, because I was looking for a fic about what Blaze and Silver did before the events of Sonic '06. Many searches turned up nothing, so I decided to write it, myself. So, now with my decent writing skill, and Sonic '06's half-assed plot, I bring you a steaming platter of fanfiction, that you'll, at least, find interesting... I hope...Most of the chapters will be short, like this.
The sky above the ruined city, formerly Soleanna, was a hazy shade of smoke, with some red bits of the atmosphere, peeking past the ash. The Hellish demons, spawned from the pure embodiment of destruction, were roaming the streets, in search of any form of nourishment, in the jagged wasteland. No humans had walked in this city for well over 200 years.
This was an ordinary day.
They were fully aware of their purpose; destroy anything, and everything, but none of them cared to even think of the purpose of the destruction. Their consciousness was a privilege, that most of the beasts were not worthy to control, themselves, according to their creator. The puppeteer was none other, than Iblis, the immortal, Demi-God of destruction. His judgment, however, was no better than his creations, as he was as mindless as any of them. Iblis was merely the strongest. Everlasting. Immortal. The head demon may have been a slave to destruction, but as were his minions. Each of them had a mental link with Iblis, a psychic bond, which allowed him to control his subjects, at will, should they ever make regrettable mistakes.
It was mid-day, counting hours from the previous morning, in which the sun was slightly visible. The pack had little time to waste. The specific group decided to hunt down, and kill any survivors of the last hunt. The party consisted of five members; three arthropod-like creatures, resembling scorpions, and two avian wraiths, with the appearance of phoenixes. They began to enter a part of the city, where most of the structures still stood intact. Few of the demons would ever return from this place, but this was where the survivors generally took refuge. Although, dangerous to the beasts, it was a perfect place to find desired prey.
The fire-birds kept watch over the skies, and the insects fruitlessly searched the interior of the buildings. In frustration, they went on a rampage, causing a noticeable commotion, which, in turn attracted unwanted attention. A white blur sped past the scorpions, stopping them in their tracks.
The birds lost sight of their party, and flew away without them. Presumed dead, the scorpions chattered, and snapped their claws in the direction that the blur went. The diversion kept them from hearing the rapid pitter-patter of feet, accelerating towards them. This blur, purple, in color, struck the largest insect, with 120 pounds of force, greeted with a flaming fist. The thing budged forward, a bit, then fell silent, next to its' counterparts. The bugs huddled close to the fresh carcass, to use as a makeshift shield.
Within thirty seconds, of hiding behind its' so called 'companion', the smallest one cracked under the pressure, and made a run-for-it. Big mistake. Not 10 meters away from the other two demons, a blue aura surrounded him. A hand, out of sight made rising gestures, and the monster ascended, high into the air, for all near to see. The hand made a loose palm, followed by it slowly closing. The creature began to show signs of stress. The hand eventually made a fist. The demon was in pain. The fist got tighter, and tighter, until the small hunter could not bear it. The puppeteer squeezed his fist as much as his body would allow, and in an instant, the floating bug exploded.
Horrified, the medium sized minion cowered behind his dead brother, watching, as two silhouetted figures approached him. The figures took short strides, at first, but gained more, and more speed at their approach. Soon, they became the white and purple blurs, which had killed his party. They began to circle him. He was trapped. The white blur came to a halt, as the last scorpion was surrounded by the same blue outline as before. He thought he knew what was next, but this time, the hand made no gestures. Was this a small window of hope, for the terrified creature? Absolutely not. The purple blur slowed, and now stood next to what used to be the white blur. She held both hands together, and when she released them, a large, pulsing flame erupted from her palms. She directed it at the scorpion, and released.
The helpless vermin was incinerated in no less than a minute. The two figures walked back home, supposedly, with no remorse for the wretched things.
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I began to write this as a prologue, but then decided to make it tie-in to the story. I have my eyes set on where I want this story to go, and, for the most part, know how it's getting there. the plot becomes apparent in the next chapter.
I'll try to upload a chapter every week. Can't wait a week? Lucky you! The next chapter is up RIGHT NOW!