Disclaimer: I do not own SEGA or any of the sonic team characters. The character I created is just an idea of my own. Any other names I use along the way have no correlation to any comics or stories. This is something I just made up. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: A New World A New Me
There was a period in my life, a particular question like any other human being would be curious about is, "Do you ever wonder why we are here? Are we made from an actual almighty being or just by statistical change?" The best part is knowing I do not have any means to find an answer to said question. Now I can tell you how I got from point A to point B, finding myself the answer to this question skipping the entire middle with all the pain, love, tears, and sweat. But who said that would be any level of fun. Instead I want you to sit down, kick back, and be prepared because this is my story.
The unforgiving winds of the Artic howl as a group of men are trekking back to their site.
"We have to hurry! The blizzard is only going to get worse!" a muffled voice shouts behind the thick scarf in front of it. The wind only howls louder as the get close back to their heated base. This group is in a single file line as a loud roar begins to emerge from the sky, different from the wind. They try to scurry faster through the knee-deep snow where the door is now in sight. As the group manages to get inside the roar is hear almost as if the sky itself was falling in.
"It is gonna land right on us, we are dead" exclaimed the last man to enter as he locked the door shut. The roar of the sky can be heard from above the roof of their complex as a large thud is hear outside. The men scramble to the window as a large pod can barely be seen in the middle of a blizzard.
"What are you doing" asked the eldest man of the group of 6. The remaining 4 turn to see their leader getting dressed up for the cold weather.
"I need to check it out, I do not care whether it is blizzard" he replied calmly. He walked right outside attaching a rope to remain secured. He pushed his way through the snow over to the towering pod. A hatch can be seen half way up the pod. He grabs hold to look inside the pod. As he climbs up a window is seen were a young wolf like creature can be seen inside, cold and asleep.
Everything is going to be okay…
How do we explain a sentient freak like this?
*Looking down to see my paws with an icy cool aurora around them* Kid you have powers! This is fantastic, you could be a real hero if you wanted to.
*In the background the sound of soft humming can be heard growing louder from a woman*
My name is Dr. Beck Saulters and what shall we call you? My you can you speak my boy? I know I will give you a name…hmmm….. I know let's call you Ryan, Ryan the Wolf. It has a nice ring to don't you think?
*A man with a shot gun pointed at my face. I can see into the dark abyss of the barrel, almost as if it were staring back at me.* Y-y-y-you-'v-v-ve got-t-t to go! You're a f-f-f-freak of nature! John get a hold of yourself! NO YOU! *The gun it pointed and Dr. Saulters* NO! I run and pounce at the man as the sound of the shotgun goes off. DAD!
*The humming is almost deafeningly loud*
"AAAAAHHHHH" I yell as I bolt up into a sitting position on my cot. I breathe heavily as I look around as if a gun went off just now. I get up quickly passing down the dark unlit hallway down to them, my "parents". I peer into their room, both there sleeping soundly. I sigh heavily with relief. I slowly walk back over to the bathroom, turning on the light and the water in the sink. The warm water falls into my paws as I splash it over my face. I reach for a nearby towel to dry as I look in to the mirror. A charcoal black wolf with a grey eye on my right and a grass green on my left. I scowl a little at my appearance. 20 years had gone by, since I was brought to this place, this world, unknown as to who sent me here or why. Am I an alien, was I brought here for a purpose, are there any others like me? I am uncertain as to when I can obtain answers to any of my questions. The people here at this station have been more than kind. They are the closest thing I may ever have for a family and for that I am always going to be grateful. However, a major problem will need to be addressed and that is the fact that I need to leave at some point. I need to find reason and purpose; I need to find out what I am meant to do on this planet Earth. Unfortunately, unknown to me at the time I was going to find out sooner than I ever hoped to.
Day 1
I wake to find myself another snowy morning. The past week has been another brutal blizzard, lucky for me the cold has always been my friend.
"Good morning son, glad to see you up so early!" Dr. Saulters called over as he wheeled himself down the hall.
"In the mood for some breakfast? Your mother is making up quite the array of food today" he said with a broad smile. Dr. Beck Saulters a middle aged man, he sits in a wheelchair due to….. an accident where his legs do not work as well as they used to. With physical therapy and the wonders of modern medicine he is making a recovery but is required to use a wheel chair until his legs are back in working order. His smile has some slightly wrinkled dimples and a grayed goatee. Through his bulky old-fashioned glasses you can see the sincerity and love, like any father would have for their child.
"Sure Dad. Do you need a hand I can push you down to the cafeteria if you want" I reply trying to keep a similar up-beat tone in my voice.
"No, no I am fine, Doc says I need to keep as active as I can" he replies turning himself around. I chuckle and smile slightly in response. We both make our way over to the cafeteria. We walk and there is my mother cooking furiously. She like my father is middle aged. A redhead with ties of grey intertwined in a braided pony tail. She has a stern look of concentration with her mouth tightened and her eyes staring right into the food waiting to take off the cooking scrambled eggs. The array of food could feed an army, scrambled eggs, hard boiled eggs, bacon, taylor ham, bagels, toast, soup, orange juice, and the list only continues. My mouth watered as we walked up to the kitchen table.
"Good morning boys. Ready for the busy day ahead?" My mother, Jennifer (or Jen) Saulters, said with a smile on her face. I pick up two plates and start stacking them enough to feed a family of four.
"Good morning Mom and yes I'm always ready when I get the chance to eat like this" I say with excitement. She laughs as she grabs some food for herself, setting the last of the food out for the buffet. We sit down at a table with a window.
"So what is in store for today?" I ask in hopes of excitement. I have done a lot of repair work outside. Since I am naturally comfortable in the cold weather outside I have learned a multitude of tricks for repairs and construction.
"Well son, I will not lie, I am not thrilled about this, but there is a problem that has been growing outside our site since last night. Do you remember those stories of those individuals just like you? Sonic the Hedgehog and Shadow, saving our world from Dr. Ivo Robotnik? Well our scouts say that as of last night a dome was being constructed and some say that it is him" He says with a solemn look. "I need to tell you that there are more scouts going out today, so I need you to stay with us until we figure out what to do. G.U.N. was called as of last night so I am hoping they can deal with this."
"You mean we may see something other than snow? Do not get me wrong this is horrible news, but I would be lying to say I am not excited slightly! I can finally test out my powers even, or maybe stop whatever he is up to. Dad I have to help in any way I can"
"Ryan, I know that this is an opportunity but this is not the training you have been working on, this man is insane. He will kill you. Do you not understand what is at risk? This is not some game" he said almost scolding me. "I ca-"
*Warning, Warning, Intruder alert. Please man battle stations accordingly*
Before he could say another word I got up running for the nearest exit. I open to the howling winds outside. Their cool embrace hugs me like a familiar friend who I haven't seen in some time. I hop out to hear the sound of lasers and gunfire. I look to see an orange "egg" shaped bot firing at the retreating scouts. I left out a fierce howl as a blue aurora covers my hands. I raise my arms as throw ice picks directly into the robot exploding it complete. It explodes only to have three take its place. This time, fully aware of me, they fire at me as I run over to the nearest cover. I pant with a smile on my face, the thrill of the hunt was on, I can fight, I can save the day. I make myself an ice shield to block the lasers firing at me as I run into the first two knocking them over. My claws grow with a deep blue ice extending as I cleanly slice through the standing robot and then destroy the other two as they attempt to get up. I laugh as I only turn to see more.
This can't be good. There are too many for a site like this to handle, we can't even evacuate with weather like this…
As laser fire passes near me I get a shot in the arm. I howl in pain gripping the burning sensation throbbing on my right shoulder. I could feel the blood starting to drip as I tried to move my arm in anyway. I jumped back as I see more men get in position to fight back. But then suddenly explosions came from the mass robot armada. This didn't make sense, we did not have any fire power to deal with this. Then I saw it a blue and black blur run by me. It was them, all of the stories, all of my dreams coming true right in front of me. I couldn't be happier, you know if my shoulder didn't get hit by a very painful laser. In my daze a robot runs right at me punching me straight in the face. I get sent flying right into the wall of my home. I could feel the metal bend as I coughed up some blood into my mouth. The taste of iron consumed my taste buds.
"Ho-ho-ho-ho! What is this? A wolf with ice based power in the middle of the Artic? How very interesting!" A large man, bundled for the cold weather in the robot said. "Too bad I can't take prisoners, you would make such an interesting pet" The robot thumped its way closer to me.
"You know Egghead I didn't realize you were into murder now. Think of the children man, how will you sleep at night?" A slightly arrogant tone came from a blue hedgehog. He looked back at me only angered by my condition. I slowly rose feeling every aching muscle in my body. I was pissed, I am not falling in front of The Sonic. I let out a vicious howl as wrap ice again around my paws, all four of them and go into a full sprint. Surprising both Eggman and Sonic I jump right in front of the cockpit stabbing straight through his machine and tossing him into the cold snow. I jump pushing the robot down as it begins to explode leaving machine parts everywhere. I land only to fall to a knee. I see Sonic with his mouth open and then… well I cannot be certain but then I see him almost show anger. I think the blood loss is getting to me.
"That …. Was for trying to take over my home you over cooked egg" I say in between breaths as Eggman only yells in discontent. He stands up only when he turns around there are sparks of electricity coming from him. His hand falls off to reveal a machine gun and Sonic reacts quickly to destroy the robo-egghead.
"Well that was close. You should leave the heroic acts to somebody like me pal" he says in a slightly annoyed tone as he walks over to me offering a hand. I smile and take it, getting up walking over back to my site.
"Yeah well, I can't just sit knowing some psycho with robots wants to take down my home. I am Ryan by the way" I say slightly laughing that I am walking to my home with Sonic the Hedgehog.
"Sonic. Those are some crazy powers, I never realized another Mobian was running around Earth besides my friends and I." Sonic replied in a friendly matter.
Mobian? Is that what I am?
We open the doors to see many relieved faces. My father and mother are okay, and I sigh in relief.
"Son! How could you run off like that? You were almost killed! I-" I soon collapsed, blacking out.
Boom! This will conclude Ch1 of my ever-developing story. So let me explain some things real quick to any readers out there. 1) I by no means am an expert story writer. There will be errors, and there will be those who do not like how I write. I respect your opinion, I am sorry I could not write in a way for you to enjoy, but please no flames. I am always open to constructive criticisms. Also, please let me know how I did coming back to make a re-work of this older story of mine. I really look forward to writing this one out to completion. Thanks for reading!