Control Revamped

Chapter 1

The Arrival

I was in the worst times of my life. I had just lost the love of my life. I had just gotten back from a week long suspension for getting pissed of at someone who was just trying to help me through it. To those who didn't know me, I was just some random emo kid. I had gone from wearing my usual combination of red and black to just black. I couldn't enjoy writing fan fictions. I couldn't enjoy animating. Nothing seemed to help.

But little did I know that a twist on a story I had written was about to come to this world.

I was sitting in sitting in English class with one of my favorite teachers, but I still struggled to pay attention. It wasn't just my recent loss distracting me though. I could feel that something was different. Something was wrong in this school. And I was about to find out what, just a few minutes after the new principal, who happened to be an ex marine sniper, was heard over the loudspeaker. "All students and teachers report to the stands in Washington Field." Washington Field was our football field, with a track surrounding it. There was easily enough space there for the whole school. But what for? A bomb threat? A murder? Who knows.

I just slowly stood from my seat and walked out, hands in my pockets. I was staring at the ground the whole time, so I got bumped around a lot. At the time, I didn't really care about anything. After about ten minutes, all the students were gathered around the field and awaiting further instruction. I wasn't really paying attention at the moment. Another two minutes later, the principal walked out to address the situation. I never remembered his name, because to me, he's nothing but a huge douche. His famous quote from his introduction speech is basically repeating 'Blah blah blah blah, you go home.'. One of my only true friends commented 'If we breathe, do we go home too?'

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I called you all here." That was when I started paying attention. When I noticed the monotonous texture of his voice. That it sounded… mechanical. Everyone else thought it was a mistake with the mic. I thought otherwise. "Well, you see, I must complete my programming…" Then everyone freaked out, thinking he was insane. I knew otherwise. Especially once his flesh tore apart and a machine emerged from inside. A machine that I would never mistake. Among early gamers, he was legendary. And when I saw him, I knew this wouldn't be good.

His blue steel hide was very sharp, unlike his later prototypes. The single red beam that shot across the visor on his face seemed to stare through us. His metal spines were sharply pointed, with razor edges. And his right arm was a monster of it's own, a machine gun with a built in rocket attachment and plasma cannon.

"M-mecha Sonic…" Everyone ran screaming, and I stared in horror as he began to fire in every direction, slaughtering students and teachers alike, blood spattering on my face. But for some reason, he was avoiding me. I knew at that moment that the world was quickly coming to an end. And I was an instrument of it's destruction. But if they were being so careful with approaching me, I must also be and instrument of it's survival. Once at least a fifth of the students and teachers had been killed, he began to let the others escape, while I was stopped in my tracks.

There were many reasons I hadn't moved, but I'm still not sure which influenced me the most at that moment. Was it fear? Was it curiosity? Or was it the fact that I had lost the will to live?… I still don't know to this day. But so far, my bet's on the last one.

Mecha Sonic slowly approached me, stepping on the bodies of the slain as the others ran, while I was trembling in fear, having no clue what to do. After he had reached me, my entire body was shaking, and he got right in my face. "Now boy… you know what I want… so say it… and then give it to me…"

"… T-the Chaos Emerald?…"

"That's right boy. Now GIVE IT TO ME!" Mecha Sonic then grabbed me by the throat, slowly lifting me into the air as I tried to keep breathing. So far, I had no idea how to get that Chaos Emerald the hell outta me. Up until that moment, I didn't even know I had it. But as soon as I saw Mecha Sonic, I knew that one of my stories was coming true in it's own way. And I wished I had never written it.

"Tell me boy… how important are these so-called 'friends' of yours?… the ones who have the other six?…" My eyes widened at that moment, realizing that six of my greatest and most true friends were in trouble. I had met them all online, but they were still good friends, that had pulled me back from the ledge of sanity several times. Especially one.

The girl of my dreams. Nicky. Despite our recent breakup, I still loved her. And I always would. And if she was in danger of being attacked by these freaks of existence as well, then I had to end it. I couldn't let her get hurt. Nor any of my other friends. I had to defend them, at all costs. I slowly let go of Mecha's hand and held my hand down and out to the side. I felt an incredible power rising up inside me. A red glow slowly spread down my arm, turning into a bright shine, and in a flash, the crimson Chaos Emerald had appeared in my hand. I quickly thrust the Chaos Emerald into Mecha's chest, and it disrupted his circuits, forcing him to let go of me. But at the last second, he threw me aside and into the bleachers, bending my back painfully and leaving my paralyzed on the ground.

He slowly began to approach me again. And somehow, I felt the pain going away. Maybe it was my will to save them all. Maybe I had regained the will to live. My bet is these days is… both.

"I…" I slowly began to push myself up, as an aura of chaos energy rose around me. "wont…" I stood up limply, my head hanging down, but slowly lifting it with a confident glare. "let… you… WIN!" I threw out my arms and a blast of chaos energy shot out across the field, and I was enveloped in an aura of crimson chaos energy as I transformed. My head grew into massive proportions as my body shrunk, and my hair developed into massive spines. My outfit changed to a black shirt with a red Sonic head printed on it, with black cargo jeans, and white gloves with black rings on the wrists. My shoes turned black with a white strap and a black ring.

I landed with another burst, and stood on one knee, and glared up with my emerald green eyes. "Let's get this over with." I dashed in and summoned two katana, moving at the speed of sound. Mecha Sonic matched my speed, and we collided in a spindash midair. As my blades and his razor spines shredded against each other, sparks flew and a great wind spread out. Finally, we broke apart and I ran over to the goal posts, having a plan. Although Mecha could match Sonic's speed, he had one specific weak point. And I would exploit it. Mecha spun towards the goal posts, and I ran to the other side of the post.

Mecha couldn't see where he was going when he was curled up. As soon as he chopped the goal post in half, he thought it was me, and he uncurled. Just as he did, I dashed in point blank and jammed my katana through the power core on his chest. Mecha Sonic paused in place for a moment, and suddenly went dead, it's mechanical body going limp and falling once I de-summoned my blades. I stood there for a moment, brooding over the loss of so many innocent people. And it was my fault.

Years later, I know that the world is now a safer place, despite the sacrifices that were made. But those people had no reason to die. And I avenged them over the years.

Once I was done brooding, I dashed off before the police could rear their ugly heads. I knew where I had to go. And I didn't have much time, if I was going to save her.