Corrupt TE here with a new FntS three parter!
This story takes place after chapter 20 of my main FntS story.
It follows Dr. Robotnik and the consequences of his actions.
Written to introduce one of my OC's, who we will be following in another fanfic, and as the origin story for the OC of Silhouette the Daemon-Wolf.
As such, credit for use of her character goes to her, but all other OC's are mine.
I do not own anything of Sega or the Sonic Team.
Now without further ado, read and enjoy.
Chapter 1: Daemon Rising.
Dr. Robotnik pulled a small laser pistol from his overalls and aimed it at the quivering old man in the stained white coat.
"My patience is at its end my old friend." He growled. "I gave you the information and the technological backing you required, promising in return a powerful and more importantly, controllable life form with which to bring around my glorious plans for this world!"
The old scientist shrank back from the evil genius. "You promised me that you could rectify all the problems concerning the control of the beast after its, less than successful test run."
The scientist's hand ran over a fallen folder as he continued to scramble away from the advancing Doctor. Robotnik stopped and looked down at the black and white photographs which had been knocked free. They were images of a winged beast laying waste to a small village. He glared back down at the now whimpering scientist.
"Time's up Roland. Now where's my Daemon!" Hands shaking, Professor Roland pointed down the line of dimly lit cylindrical stasis tubes which contained his many experiments. Dr. Robotnik grinned maniacally as his eyes fell on the only one still online.
He strode past the scientist towards the floating figure within the green liquid. He saw immediately that the anthro inside was the very same red and black wolf that he had been shown before, although the number of her tails had grown to four. He reached for the control panel which would release her.
"Stop!" Robotnik turned his head to glare at the scientist, who had staggered back to his feet and was leaning on his desk for support. "You must not release her! She's not ready!"
"It is too late Roland. I have my own plans for her, and I will take her, ready or not!"
He thumped the control panel and the greenish fluid quickly drained away. The wolf slid down to her knees and coughed more liquid from her lungs as they began working on their own for the first time in years. With a hiss of decompression, the cylindrical tube raised, exposing the soaking wolf to the cold air of the laboratory.
Her eyes snapped open at the sudden chill, her breath misting in the air. For a short moment Dr. Robotnik saw her eyes glowing a shining silver, before her black pupils swiftly dilated into something akin to a lizards or a snake. She snapped her eyes closed, arched her back and screamed.
Dr. Robotnik scrambled back, fear suddenly flowing through him. He quickly glanced back at Professor Roland, who was curled up under his metal desk and was shivering in terror. The Doctor looked back just in time to see two large leather wings erupt from the wolf's back, shredding the back of her black bodysuit. Her four fluffy tails had intertwined tightly and scales were swiftly spreading down them, forming one long reptilian tail with an extremely sharp and deadly looking point at the end.
All of a sudden she ceased her cries of distress and pain. She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders as she rose to her feet. She opened her eyes and flexed her clawed fingers. She focussed on Dr. Robotnik whose survival instincts kicked in as he activated his molecular transporter and vanished. The creature grinned, revealing a set of razor sharp fang like teeth and sniffed the air deeply.
"I've got your scent, you can't run forever." A whimpering sound reached her ears and her eyes focussed on the shivering form of Professor Roland. She cocked her head in amusement and dropped from the slightly raised base of her containment cell. She walked lithely towards him, her long serpentine tail swishing almost lazily behind her.
She squatted down in front of him and smiled, a sinister gaze in her eyes.
"Hello… father." Suddenly she grabbed the terrified Professor and hoisted him into the air with one hand holding tightly to his white coat.
"Why so afraid, father?" She asked mockingly. She twisted him in her grip to stare at his face from different angles. "You've gotten old, and weak."
She threw him clear across the room, sending him crashing into another of his experiments, smashing the cylinder and sending the Professor, the corpse of the experiment and a flood of green liquid sloshing to the floor.
Professor Roland whimpered as he tried to drag himself away from the advancing creature he had loved like a daughter. He cried out in pain as she stomped on one of his legs, snapping the bones like dry wood. She laughed at his pain and bent down to whisper into his ear.
"You know, the first thing I'm going to do when I leave here… I'm going to find a helpless little girl and torture her until she begs for death, just like you did." She twisted his head to stare into his pain filled eyes. "But then, do you know what I'm going to do?"
She slammed his head into the cold metal floor with such force that the crack of his skull echoed loudly in the silence. She stood upright, looking down at the Professor's lifeless body with contempt as his blood pooled slowly across the floor, mixing with flecks of clear cerebrospinal fluid that seeped through the breaks in his skull.
The creature blasted out of the mountainside laboratory with an explosive demonstration of her Chaos powers. As she unfurled her wings, pieces of debris and machinery rained down around her. Dark energy sparked from her claws causing snow and ice to flash into steam and her eyes blazed red with a rage of decades. They focussed on a small column of smoke rising from behind the snowy peaks.
Snarling with glee, she unfurled her leathery feathered wings and took off into the dark night sky.
In the small village tucked away within the snow covered peaks, an elderly pair of eyes snapped open.
"She has returned!"
Minutes later the alarm had been sounded and a dozen hand picked warriors stood ready and at attention outside their Chief's tent awaiting instructions. They had been trained solely for this day.
The villagers rushed to gather together the emergency supplies and prepare to flee down the mountain side to the caves, where they hoped they would survive the coming danger. This was a day they had prepared for and feared, for over thirty years. Young children cried for their mothers, while old men wished the warriors luck, knowing full well that they might never return.
For hundreds of years, the Zeno clan had dwelt in these mountains. For generations they had scraped a living from the icy tundra, rarely venturing below the snowline. They were a close-knit, stoic and rugged people; they were as stubborn as the very mountains upon which they lived.
They were Echidna's. Blue furred and hardy natured, they were perfectly adapted to life amongst the snowy peaks.
The Clan Chief emerged from his tent, strapping on his intricately etched shovel-claws. Used as both tools and weapons of war, these folded metal gauntlets covered the fist and spurs with long sharp punching spikes fitting over a male echidna's natural spurs.
The large echidna walked down the line of warriors. These he knew were the best warriors of his entire clan, trained since birth in the arts of combat and war. It was both an honour and a curse to be one of them.
To be a Forlorn was to be the best, the elite, the lost, the already dead. They carried no surname, and they were forbidden to form a bond with anyone, as they were destined to die in battle. Many looked on the Forlorn with pity, others with regret.
The Chief stopped at the last and eldest in the line. He alone was the only surviving warrior who had fought against the Daemon nearly thirty five years ago, Rukrh. Grizzled and scarred, the large echidna had taken it upon himself to train warriors in preparation should the creature return. Thus giving rise to the Forlorn.
"The day has finally come. The Daemon which nearly destroyed our very existence has returned." Nearby villagers whimpered and scurried away. The warriors of the Forlorn didn't move, save for quills and cloaks fluttering in the wind. "You all know what you must do. Protect the Acolytes with your very lives."
A small group of five black cloaked echidnas stepped into the flickering light of the flaming torches. Between four of them was carried a small box containing nothing but an amulet, the only surviving relic from before the Great Calamity, and the most powerful artefact in their Clan.
"Only they have the ability to prepare the amulet. You must ensure the Daemon does not reach them before the ritual is complete." The four figures placed the box on the ground and drew strange twisted black staffs from their cloaks. "Once the ritual is complete, one of you must drive the amulet into the flesh of the creature, and speak the words the Forlorn have carried all these long years!"
The Chieftain faced the head Acolyte and Rukrh. "I will lead the villagers away. Good luck my friends, and should the worst come, I will see you in the halls of our Ancestors."
Ha ha! Oh I enjoyed writting this. A real chance to get gritty and violent.
I think I did quite well here, but that's my opinion, I'm interested in what you think.
As usual, this has been Corrupt TE.
Stay tuned for the next chapter, coming soon.