The Resurrection of Shadow Fox
Prologue
Greetings yall! Joe here, bringing you the prologue to his newest Sonic fic! Its been a long time coming, but finally after finishing "The Legion of Doom" its time to unveil a new fic, and see the return of the character that first got me into Sonic fiction. So prepare for thrills, chills, and all round Sonic awesomeness!
Enjoy everyone!
Disclaimer: I own neither Sonic nor any of Sonic Teams assets. No matter how much I dream.
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Station Square hospital. The dead of night.
Doctor Julian Eggman sat upright as always in his hospital bed, the covers snugged tightly around him hiding the straight-jacket that restricted his upper body. Not that he noticed.
He didn't notice much these days.
For the past six months, the good doctor had been the sole resident of an entire wing of the hospitals psychiatric department. Ever since he had been dragged from the ruins of The Vault by a dozen police officers, a heart attack mixed with the mysterious fluid accidentally injected into his chest contributing to his present state, he had remained in a near comatose state. Never talking, never sleeping, and very rarely eating. All he did was sit, confined in his restraints.
No one knew what he was thinking. But behind those forever twitching eyes was a madness that burned with a white hot flame. Thoughts of blood chilling vengeance and destruction against those that had put him in this position. Waiting for the day he could exact revenge against the blue pest that had forever fraughted him.
Little did he know, that that day had finally come.
Unblinking eyes suddenly swiveled to the door, slowly opening as a lone figure in a doctors jacket entered the room. The darkness shrouded his face, but Eggmans eyes never wavered as the figure approached the bed. He eyed him intently as the figure walked up to the bedside, and despite the constricting darkness Eggman could tell the expression on his mysterious visotrs face.
He was grinning.
"Take it easy doc. Your coming with me".
Eggman face didn't react but his eyes flared and pupils dilated, a thin line of dribble hanging from his upper lip and dripping onto the covers. Without another word spoke, the lone figure began to push the entire bed out into the silent corridor. The Doctors eyes briefly acknowledged the unconscious form of the guard hired to watch him of a night slumped against the wall, before they reached a lift that opened for them instantly. Eggman could not make out his saviors features.
Purple fur highlighted against the brilliant white jacket, a brown trilby perched on top of a head of messy tousled hair. A single fang glistening from a grinning pointed muzzle.
As the lift descended, Nack the Weasel beamed at his liberated companion.
"Welcome back doc. We've got a lot of catching up to do"
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High above the clouds, majestic against the glistening moon, Angel Island made its serene journey across the sky.
Keeping his eternal vigil atop the stone altar that held the islands power source, Knuckles the Echidna lay against the Master Emerald. The gentle vibrations of the shimmering gem soothed the Guardian, eyes closed in apparent sleep. But this was merely a deception. Anyone attempting to spring on the echidna would learn immediately the folly of their ways against a spike tipped fist. But Knuckles wasn't expecting any trouble. No one came to the island, barring the occasion visit from Sonic in his eternal quest to rile up the Guardian, and the red one was content with relaxing, the gentle breeze coaxing him ever closer to slumber.
He sensed it immediately. Something was wrong.
In a flash, the Guardian was on his feet, scanning down over the altar for the source of the disturbance. He pressed a hand against the surface of the emerald, as if to convince himself that it hadn't been snatched from its position, his eyes still fanning over every square inch of terrain for any sign of intruders.
There was nothing. Not a single thing was out of place. But it failed to convince him otherwise. Knuckles felt it in his bones.
He wasn't alone on the island.
"SHOW YOURSELF!" he yelled out suddenly, both giant fists clenched in front of him. "COME OUT A FACE ME!"
A blur of movement caught the very corner of his eye. Spinning rapidly on his heels, Knuckles came face to face with an all too familiar face.
It was him. Or at least, it looked liked him. There before the Guardian, its features lit up by the eternal glow of the Master Emerald, stood a metallic version of himself. A pair of simmering red eyes stared back at him from a mouthless angular face, white metallic gloves clenched in front of it in a mirror likeness of the Guardians stance. Knuckles eyed the razor sharp spikes on the tips of the gloves intently, the light of the gem catching them viciously. He clenched his teeth and lowered his body in a fighting stance, snarling as he saw the metallic do the exact same thing.
"I'll give you one chance, and one chance only" he growled through his gritted teeth. "Get off my island"
Whether or not the metal was programmed to speak, it remained crouched in its fighting stance. It was more than enough of an answer for the Guardian.
"Fine. Have it your way"
With a flash of fists, Knuckles and the metal clashed in the middle of the altar, neither budging an inch as the Master Emerald bathed them in emerald light.
Knuckles didn't notice the lone black figure watching the fight, a wry smile on his muzzle as he eagerly awaited the outcome from his vantage point.
Either way, the Master Emerald would be his.
And Angel Island would fall.
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The Death Carrier hung like a preying mantis in mid air, moonlight bathing its glistening black hull.
On the mighty flight deck, an albino white fox eyed a monitor screen image of Station Square and several other major cities around the world. Another screen flashed an image of Angel Island in all its glory, drifting above the ocean.
A bandaged hand swept aside the bangs of hair from his eyes, a singe of pain causing his teeth to clench. He was used to the pain. Pain was almost redundant to him these days. But in a matter of days, he would turn that pain into victory. And make everyone who had ever crossed him suffer at the same time.
Soon, oh so very soon, his plan would come to fruitition.
A cruel smile tugging his lips, Shadow Fox awaited his allies to return to him.
His resurrection had begun.
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Prologues over! Next time comes the real thing! Until next time peeps!
Joe.