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Weapon

He paced back and forth in front of a large glass window, growing impatient with each passing second but knowing his ally won't show up any time soon. He held onto whatever shred of patience within him. His anger coiling, and twisting just below the surface ready to burst but holding onto a tight rein.

He's taking too long. He halted and stared out the large window, a small frown twisting his mouth. But his ally always took his time. He shook his head and looked around the large dark blue room, his gaze landing on a bar at one end of the room. His ally hasn't even arrived yet.

He sighed and walked over to the onyx bar with black velveteen top stools lining the sides. He grabbed his champagne glass and filled it with dark red wine. He leaned against a stool. He swirled the liquid before taking a sip, surveying the vast and dark blue room.

A glimmering pool of turquoise rested next to the onyx bar, tempting him to a swim. A large crystal chandelier floated at the center of the oval-shaped room, shattering the sunlight into a thousand shards of soft shimmer. Gothic sconces lined the walls with fake, flickering flames.

The black winding staircase glowed with the sunlight, disappearing into the ceiling close to the other side. A large bedroom sat above the winding staircase, a king sized bed at the corner with wine red drapes. Black curtains covered glass French doors that led onto a large balcony. This was where he concocted many of his schemes.

Normally, the tranquility of his abode set his nerves to calm, but not tonight. How long does it take? He pondered as he dropped his gaze into his swirling drink, coolly masking the boiling anger below. He's already a week late. He sighed, placing his glass down before strolling towards the large window overlooking the glittery city.

Sure the weapon went missing almost fifty years ago. But that doesn't mean it takes this long to find it . . . does it? He frowned at the thought, folding his arms with a soft hiss as his ears pressed flat in dismay. Disgusted with the feeling of unease that stirred within.

He watched a blue streak vanish into the city below. He had eyes everywhere, no one was left unsupervised. He knew where everyone was or planned to go. Call it stalker; but, it was his way of controlling the city.

He smirked with a 'hurmph' as the thought of Sonic sprang into mind. I wonder where he is going to drag Shadow off to now. He chuckled quietly, watching the streak slow to a stop. Sure enough, there was Shadow, clutching a lamp post while Sonic pulled on his feet. Shadow was cursing at him and demanding something.

"You called?" A quiet yet, powerful voice purred. Slivers of fear ran up and down his spine. His ally's presence filled the entire room, quietly displaying the kind of power he has.

"You're finally here." He chuckled softly; He slowly turned to see his minion, a snow-white hedgehog, blocking his doorway. Three quills curved behind his austere figure, while the other two at either side of his head, rested on his shoulders then spilled in front of him, just halting at his waist. His dark emerald – flecked with crimson-blue – green eyes were cool yet hid dark and fearful power.

He flexed his hand, suppressing another shiver while quietly swearing to himself to never cross hairs with this one. He strolled over to the bar and poured another glass of wine. "Would you like some wine?" He asked calmly, seeing his ally shake his head out of the corner of his eye.

"No thank you." The snow white hedgehog responded in his soft voice as another wave of unwanted shivers ran downward. A knowing dark smile slowly stretched across his lips. His eyes flashing with unknown power.

He stiffened, catching the hedgehog's knowing smile. He frowned before saying in a confident, yet irritated voice, "Ice, I see you've been working your tail off out there, and I understand how hard he is to find and that his very name defines his abilities, but . . . any sign of him?" All he needs to do is use Sonic to find him. Sonic always seems to know where he is.

Ice smoothly shook his head. "No. He hasn't done anything to alert us to his presence. Even though Sonic always manages to find him whenever he disappears. I still can't find him. I also believe he doesn't plan on coming."

He scowled at Ice's response. A hedgehog with your kind of power, still hasn't found him? Or are you aware of where he is and just refuse to tell me? He pursed his lips, carefully playing his chosen words over in his mind. "You are aware of how long I've been searching for this weapon, yet you take your time looking for Shadow?"

"Yes, I'm quite aware of your desire." Ice hissed softly. "But I also have . . . other response abilities."

"I've been searching for this for quite a while, too much time has passed." He's already tried going back in time for his weapon, but for some reason; he's unable to access that time once again.

He slowly turned to face his minion, who was watching him with hard green eyes, sending more chills his way. "I would like to have it now."

"That, I know." Ice narrowed his eyes with a soft growl. "You already know that I'm doing the best I can."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that." He ground his teeth as he stiffened, not liking Ice's condescending tone. But what other choice did he have but to take it? Ice was too powerful, but he wasn't going to let it cow him.

"Has Shadow fallen for anything?"

"None yet, but knowing Sonic, you can count on the big fool he will." Ice turned and headed towards the door.

He couldn't help the grin slipping over his face "Go find him, and you shall have the gems I've promised for I've no need of them." When I have my weapon, that is. His voice boomed. "And see if you can get him to come back. He's the only one I know of who can track and find my missing weapon."

"And if he refuses?"

"Kill him and if Sonic gets in the way, well, you shall live your dream to kill him too." He grinned.

Ice's lip quivered, but he nodded instead, and vanished.

I need that weapon to complete my plans. He wandered to the large glass window, glaring at a blue streak that zipped towards the beach. And thanks to that blue hedgehog, my one is missing and the other destroyed.

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