Starring...
Miles "Tails" Prower as "Love Struck Teen"
Sonic the Hedgehog as "The Thief"
Knuckles the Echidna as "The Underground Rapper"
Rouge the Bat as "The Drug Addicted Prostitute"
Shadow the Hedgehog as "The Broken Soldier"
Mina the Mongoose as "The Teen Love Interest"
(Note: There will be other characters, just not featured like the ones listed above.)
-_=Rated M=_-
-Explict Laungage
-Explict Voilence
-Explict Sexual Themes
-Drug Referrence
-Alcholol Referrence
IF YOU DONT APPRECIATE SLOW BEGINNINGS, SKIP TO CHAPTER 2!
Although Chapter 1 does explain ALOT of stuff...
Just Read It
September 12, 2011
6:21am
September 12, 2011
6:12pm
As gun fire rang out in the air, a target dummy had been shot in the head from a distance of sixty feet. That was pretty damn good for a one-handed pistol shot. The black hedgehog with the USP45 pistol in his hand went by the name of Shadow. Another shot rang out, another target dummy hit, this time in the groin. The dark marksmen had been in the war not even a month ago. He was fighting for the USA against an enemy country, Iraq. After six years of fighting, Corporal Shadow was shot in the Apendix (a human organ), and was sent back home to recover. Shadow's suppose to head back to the combat zone in less than a week now... and he's dreading every day counting down to his due date.
He still's been having the nightmares, as usual. He's talked to multiple therapists about it, but it seems as if nobody can help him... Nobody can help the people in his dreams either, the women and children getting murdered, his friend's being torn into bloody pieces by .50 cals... the enemy's snipers splattering the blood of friendly soldiers right before Shadow's eyes. Before he joined, Shadow thought he had seen everything. But now, he has truely... seen everything. The visions in his dreams have been going on ever since his first combat operation, which was five years ago, when all the members of his squad had been picked off my enemy soldiers, and Shadow was forced to hide in a closet in a nearby building. He was so scared, clutching his rifle as if it would some how teleport him back home, where people didn't get blown to bits, or shot to death. He only survived out of luck, which was more than what he could've said for his squad. Poor Espio. Poor Vector. Poor Mighty. They were all unfortunate enough to feel what it's like to have a speeding metal pellet penetrate all of your organs.
Shot after shot was fired from Shadow now. He was trying to get his mind off of that tragic day. He closed his eyes, and just kept pulling the trigger, believing that if he could kill the spirits of the enemy soldiers, he could finally end the pain and suffering. Shadow opened his eyes to reveal that nothing had changed, except for the six new bullet holes decorating the metal wall behind the targets. Shadow looked around desperatly for someone to talk to. But no one was there with him in the abandoned factory. Shadow dropped to his knees...
"GOD DAMN IT!" Shadow shouted, as he held the gun up to his head. He knew that this was the only true way of ending all of his pain and suffering. He had nothing to live for. No one to give a fuck about him. He knew that. The only ones who cared about him were just using him for supressing fire. Out of a blind fury, the grieved hedgehog pulled the trigger...
*Click*
Shadow knew that sound all too well. He looked at the pistol to reveal that the slide had been automaticly retracted; revealing the barrel halfway, and indicating that Shadow's gun was empty. Shadow gave the weapon a disappionted look, and shoved it in the back of his jeans. Mabye next time... he thinks to himself sadly.
September 12, 2011
2:09pm
The air filled with the sweet smell of flowers as Miles Tails Prower sprayed an expensive perfume onto his clothes, making the attempt to "live" up his selection of clothing for his first big date. As the two-tailed fox had began to pull a white formal shirt over his tank top, someone gave a series of hard knocks on his wooden bedroom door.
"Hurry the hell up!" His bestfriend, Sonic shouted. "I'm not waiting all day to drive you to your girlfriend's house! I have my own stuff to do man!" It had been atleast six years since Tails had ran away from his abusive parents to live with his best friend when he was only eleven. It seemed like Sonic had the life. No parents to restrict him. No relatives to pull him down. And no law which Sonic was bound to. You see, Sonic makes a living from stealing from people, selling drugs, etc. Despite that all of this was illegal, he was always ahead of his morgage for the light blue flat-house they lived in, and always had a little extra cash for a few extra things.
"Hold on!" Tails shouted back, "These formal pants are being a bitch to get into!" The reason for Tails's formal attire is because of his new found love, Mina the Mongoose. Normally, the young couple would just go do something casual, such as catching a popular movie, or going to the arcade to play a couple rounds of Future Ninjas. But its been two years now; the most amount of time Tails had ever been in a steady relationship, and now he wants to take it to the next level. Of course, this did not include sex yet, but Tails wouldn't have to wait much longer. They've already talked about it, planned about it a little, and even had a serious talk on what they should use to protect themselves. That was why it was important to Tails about going to this fancy restruant. He wanted to show Mina that he was ready. Ready for anything a relationship could offer him.
After five more minutes, Tails had walked out of his bedroom, still adjusting his sleeves. Sonic was waiting at the side of his doorway, on his phone texting. Tails poked the blue hedgehog to indicate that he was ready. In a matter of minutes, the two were driving down Station Square City in Sonic's stolen Honda Civic LX, one of few luxery cars roaming in the area. The two were zipping past red lights, other cars, and people. Sonic was speeding, but he always had been. Other than stealing, Sonic also took up a career as an Underground Street Racer. When Sonic won one of those races, the two always blew atleast 1,500$ that night, wether it be at parties or bars. Despite Tails being only sixteen, he lived a very adult life, along with his best friend Sonic. Mina knew this, and never judged him. She didn't drink or smoke herself though. She was pure, which is why Tails was so incredibly attracted to her.
"So..." Sonic said, starting a conversation. "How long do you think it's been?" Sonic had not given Tails any details on what the subject was about, but he already knew.
"I don't know, it's been really long." Tails said, "I'd say about two years?"
"Damn, my little buddy is finally becoming a man!" Sonic exlaimed, slapping his left hand down on the steering wheel. They were obviously talking about Tails's relationship. "You know, the longest relationship I ever had was about six months! Your really out-doing me on this one, Tails." The yellow foxed grinned out of hearing this, knowing that was oh-so true.
"Well, you are pretty fast with things." Tails responded.
"You know it!" Sonic replied, as he was making a sharp left-hand turn, causing the wheels to skreetch. Mina lived about two miles away from thier house, on the other side of town on Maple Street. But with Sonic's driving skills, the trip had only taken five minutes. The two companions pulled up on the side walk, right across from Mina's house. Before Tails got out of the car to knock on the door of Mina's comfortable two-story house, Sonic grabbed him.
"Open your hands." Sonic said seriously. Tails did as he commanded, and a shiny set of keys had landed into his palms. Sonic then closed Tails's hands on to keys, gripping them. "Those are the keys to the car." Sonic explained. Tails just looked widely at the keys, grinning extremely hard. Tails had asked before if he could drive Sonic's car, only to recieve a rejection every time. And who could blame Sonic? It was a really nice car.
"Wow..." Tails said, now lost for words.
"Only this one time..." Sonic said, "Its because your finally becoming a man, Tails. About a year ago, I would have NEVER handed the keys to you, because you weren't as responsible as you are now. And this might sound silly to you..." Sonic paused, thinking of how his next words were going to come out. After a long pause, Sonic just said, "I love you, bro." And with that said, Sonic gave Tails a compassinate man hug, with a couple pats on the back, and began to walk away.
"Hey wait!" Tails shouted. Sonic turned around. "Where are you gonna go?" Sonic looked around, and shrugged.
"I guess I'll go steal another car or something." Sonic said casually. And it was funny too, because as Sonic had said that, an elderly couple had walked past him, looking at him strangely.
"Alright, see ya!" Tails said. Sonic took his leave as Tails began to knock on Mina's door. After a couple of long seconds, a big, muscular mongoose appeared in the doorway with a beer bottle in his hand. Mina's father, Mr. Jackson. Despite the father having a well paying job as a state trooper, he still seemed... how do you describe it... irresponsible. He still drank to his heart's consent, he still brought home a different girl every two weeks, and he still acted as irresposible as he did when he was a teenager. Mina told Tails this, but it didn't really require any form of proof, as his characer was proof enough.
"Ooh, whats up, Tails." Mina's father said, extending his hand for a handshake.
"I'm good, sir." Tails responded, taking his hand in acceptance, and to let him know that Tails was responsible and what not. The father lost of grip on the fox's hand, and looked at Tails, head to toe, examing his attire. After a few second, the muscular beast began to laugh. Tails just looked at him, confused.
"Where the hell are you two going!" The Mr. Jackson exclaimed, "A fucking funeral!" Apparently, the whole concept of a formal date was too much for the bastard, as Tails could tell when he began to cry out of laughter. Just about then, the most beatiful thing in Tails's eye had appeared in the doorway, stepping around Mr. Jackson to get outside. It was Mina, Tails's gorgoues girlfriend. Instead of sporting a tanktop and kahkies (as usual), Mina was wearing a beatiful red dress, which popped up something rather... revealing. Mr. Jackson didn't seem to notice though, unlike Tails.
"You ready?" Mina asked, her soft voice puncturing Tails's heart.
"Um... Yea." Tails stammered. The two were in Sonic's expensive car now, ready to drive away. Untill Mr. Jackson stepped onto the porch, and shouted...
"Hey Tails! Can you come over here alone!" Tails gave Mina a rather skeptical look before getting out of the car again and walking over to his girlfriend's dad. Mr. Jackson took a deep breath, and sighed.
"She's really quite the woman, ain't she Tails?"
Tails turned his view from Jackson to Mina. "Yea." Tails agreed. He began to wonder what this was about.
"Now Tails, don't lie to me..." Mr. Jackson began, "I know you've had fantisies involved you and my daughter, am I correct?" Tails looked down to the floor, for Mr. Jackson had guessed correct.
"I'm only going to tell you this once Tails... don't go around and fuck my daughter, okay?" Mr. Jackson said, putting an emphassis on Fuck. "She's my only daughter, and I'd liked to see her come out of high school with her virginity intact." Tails kept silent, for the conversation had became awcard about two minutes ago. "If I see that she's pregnant with your baby..." Thats when Mr. Jackson flashed his piece towards Tails. Now the yellow fox was sweating. "I'll fucking end you."
Mr. Jackson placed the gun back in his belt buckle, and looked at Mina. "You can go now." And with that said, Tails walked rather quickly back to the car, with Mina staring at him oddly.
"What he'd talk about?" She asked.
"Nothing." Tails said blankly. She was already having enough troubles at home. Her knowing that her father had just threated her boyfriend would probably not help anything.
"So, where are we going again?" Mina asked, not willing to further press Tails for answers.
"Really fancy place." Tails stated, reaching into his pockets. He then pulled out a pamplet to Alma Da Cuba, a fancy restruant located right in Station Square City. Mina took a hold of the paper and looked through the pictures showcasing its fancy structure and food. It all looked really attractive.
"Wow." Mina said, "No one's ever taken me out to a fancy place like this since like two years ago." Mina then planted a kiss on Tails's cheek, making him blush. "Thank you." She whispered.
"No problem." Tails responded, "Anything for you, Mina." And before Tails hit the gas pedal, Mina pulled him into a kiss. Thier lips rubbing gently against each other as thier tounges had entered into the other lover's mouth. Mina pulled away after five seconds, and smiled. She truely was the love of Tails's life. She was everything a girl could ever hope for, in his eyes. Kind, Caring, Sexy. And hopefully, she felt the same way about him too. It was then that Tails relized what true love really was.
September 12, 2011
4:00pm
The beats booming, the crowd cheering. This was the life of Knuckles the Echidna, the unsigned rapper that all of Station Square knew about. He was harsh with the words, and he spit fast, but most importantly, what he spat made sense. Thats why people had liked him so much. Unlike the rappers that claim they could beat the red echidna in a battle, he could ryhme any word with any other word! It's quite incredible, actually, that an individual as unfortunate as Knuckles has such a great talent! Knuckles grew up into poverty, following the chain that his parents had left for him. But he made an honest living. People had payed to hear him spit against his foes.
Knuckles walked through the crowd into the circle the audience had created, where his oppenent had awaited him. He went by the name of Spit Shit, because apparently, he spat sick shit. Knuckles was determined to prove that statement wrong. Knuckles was now in the center of the crowd, right next to the gaint boom box playing the instrumental of Well Done- Tyga. There was a man standing on a box holding a microphone, about to announce the rap battle to the audience. He tapped the mic to see if it was functional. It was.
"Yo Yo Yo!" He boomed, drawing the crowds attention. "You all ready for this shit!" He shouted, voice full of energy. The crowd responded with shouts and cries for the musical battle. "In this corner, we got some cat who goes by the name of Spit Shit. And if you couldn't guess by his nickname..." The announcer paused, "He spits sick shit!" The crowd roared once more. "And now, what you are all waiting for. In this corner, we have the illest, the greatest, the most infamous undeground rapper of all time!" The announcer took a great pause, building up a tense atmoshere in the crowd. "KNUCKLES THE ECHIDNA!" Knuckles raised his hands as the crowd roared even louder, knowing what he was capable of.
Once the crowd had died down, the announcer had stepped from his box and pulled out a coin. He turned to Knuckles.
"Heads or Tails, Knuckles?" Knuckles thought for a moment, before replying "Heads".
The announcer threw the coin in the air, and caught it with one hand. He turned it onto his arm. It was Heads.
"Alright." The announcer boomed, "Do your thing, big homie." And with that said, the announcer handed Knuckles the mic, pressed a couple buttons on the boom box, and stepped back onto his box. The beat that was playing was Sick And Deranged- Jacko. The bass was heavy, and the mogulated clicks and claps were fast. Knuckle's style. He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and began to get in-sync with the beats. Finally, he opened his mouth, and mixed and twised different words and phrases into something foul, and insidous. The crowd was silent, and his oppenent was shamed.
Say I live my life a lie,
Saying that the I should cross my heart and hope to die,
I'll commit a verbal crime,
When yo ass gets killed,
How you gonna battle me when,
I got all of the skills?
After forty seconds, the opponent, Spit Shit, stormed away from the cricle in a emotional rage. The music stopped, and Knuckles had won by default. And his reward? 500$ in cash! He took the money from the hat the announcer handed to him, and walked through the crowd of cheering people. Some were shouting his name, some were patting his back. Either way, it showed that he was knowned in these parts. And he liked to think he was popular amongst the people.
He walked down some alleyways, and arrived at his apartment. Before he had the oppurtunity to open the door, a hand had come on his shoulder. Without thinking, Knuckles thrusted his elbow into his assaulter's stomach, and turned around to hook the mobian in the face. The unkown hedgehog fell to the hard ground, gripping his stomach and face in pain. It was a blue hedghog with spiky hair that had tried to assualt knuckles.
"Dude..." The hedgehog said, barely in a whisper. Knuckles just shrugged.
"Shouldn't have sneaked up on me like that." Knuckles said casually. He extended his hand towards the hedgehog to pull him off the ground. The hedgehog took the hand gratefully, and got up.
"I saw your show over at the street corner, and just wanted your autograph..." The hedgehog said, after catching his breath. "By the way, my name's sonic." He then showed Knuckles a single ball-point pen. Knuckles was rather surprised, because no one had ever asked him to autograph anything before. It was normally the big rappers that got all the publicity, not city spitters like himself.
"Alright." Knuckles said, "What do you want me to sign?" Sonic took of his shoe and held it infront of Knuckles. The red echidna then took the ball-point pen from Sonic and wrote his name across the front of the red and white stripped shoe.
"Thanks!" Sonic said, checking out the autograph. It was rather sloppy, but it was legit. And that was all that mattered.
"Say..." Began Sonic, "We should go to the bar or something." Knuckles was taken aback from Sonic's request. It was one thing to come up to a random dude and ask for his autograph. But to offer to hang out with him?
"Eh, no thanks." Knuckles said, rejecting the offer.
"Oh come on man! Its the least you owe me for you punching my guts out of my ass!" Sonic said. Knuckles smirked. This guy was pretty chill.
"Alright, fine." Knuckles said, "But if this is some gay shit..."
"No no no..." Sonic said, clearing up Knuckles assumption. "I like the honey's, you can trust me when I say that I will not touch your ass." That was good enough for Knuckles.
"Alright... by the way, your paying."
September 12, 2011
5:21pm
Shooting up needles in exhange for sex wasn't exactly the life Rouge the Bat had imagined for herself when she was a little girl. She wanted to be a doctor, and help the sick people who couldn't help themselves. But now, the truely sick person who needed help from a doctor was herself. You can blame her addiction to herione if you need to blame something for her poor condition. As a teenager, Rouge had been blessed with an amazing body. Everyone had envied her. It was the day that she had been raped that turned her life around, when she began to relize that there was nothing specail about sex. It just felt good, and thats it. But honestly, she's done it so many times, it doesn't even feel good anymore.
Rouge was lying on her bed, in her apartment, high. Its the one thing that she needed in life. She could live without food, or water, mabye even oxygen! But the one thing she most absouletly needed was herione. When she wasn't on it, she began to feel sicker than she already was. But that doesn't matter now, Rouge thought. She believes that she's too far gone to turn to help, and that she should do as much shit as possible before its her time to clock out.
Rouge began to float on her bed, having a fun time just lying still. She floated through her bed, through her matress, and through the floor. Yes, underneath the floor was another floor... followed by another floor... and another. And each floor had brought something new. One floor had walking teddy bears while the another floor had a scary clown eating those same exact teddy bears. Rouge knew for a fact that she was trippin hard.
Finally, she came down to a floor, and back onto the matress. Her high time was over. This was when she began to cry for more. Such a sad, sad addiction.
September 12, 2011
7:32pm
They weren't mobian anymore, this much Private Charmy knew. No, they were much worse than any terrorist or killers than his squad had ever encountered. The date was September 28, 2011. Or as some people had called it, Judgment day. The day that the dead would rise from the dust and dirt to claim those that had not been worthy for the life they had been living, and that only the innocent would be spared from a most painful and brutal transformation. A transformation into a monster. So much screaming… Charmy thought… I just want it to all stop… It was only him. The rest of his squad, as well as the rest of the platoon, were either dead or worse. Infected.
Charmy stood there in the closet, shakily holding his rifle. Every time the floor boards underneath him had creaked, he'd nearly have a heart attack. He ducked into a nearby two-story house while the abominations had torn up his friends. Mom was right… he thought. He shouldn't have ever enlisted in the mobian army. He had never been a fighter. He had only enlisted because he didn't know what to do with his life. Charmy had figured that fighting for his country was the best career option he could use. But at this moment, working at a gas station for the rest of his life sounded much more appealing than having to suffer the hardships of a soldier. A soldier of misfortune…
Charmy's heart rate had quickened at hearing the footsteps on the wooden floor of the kitchen. There were multiple footsteps… multiple killers. Multiple monsters. Charmy's breath had quickened, his hands sweaty. He wasn't ready to die. He was only sixteen. He wantestill d to get his degree in software engineering. He still wanted to go out and party and enjoy life. He still wanted to settle down and start a family, and raise a son, and teach him everything about being a good and honest man. No, he wasn't ready to die. But he knew, regardless of his will, it was going to happen. That's when he ran out of the closet, guns blazing.
The infected swarmed the streets of Emerald City, tearing apart regular humans and mobians alike. A reporter on the scene bloodied a nearby wall while the infected feasted upon her organs, while a cop who was protecting a woman with his gun was soon devoured by four infected who had come up from behind. The cop dropped his gun in shock, which had then skitted towards the woman. The woman picked up the gun, and looked around her. She saw seven, no, eight infected people shuffling towards her. The gun was shaky in her hand. She knew she couldn't do it. Kill innocent people, even if they were trying to kill her. So, she did the next reasonable thing she could possibly do. She shoved the barrel in her head and pulled the trigger.
This massacre was happening all over the cities surrounding Station Square, from Emerald City to Lakewood. People getting infected by the thousands. And the worse part... thier all heading to Station Square.
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