Sonic the Hedgehog
The Fine Line between Imagination and Reality
Chapter One – "Sleeping in Cold Blood"
The fluorescent moon light shone onto his face. It released a sort of peaceful feeling to those who are touched by its wide arms. He stared into the stars, searching for his long missing planet he originally came from. This was not his world… but he was content enough, to an extent. The light turned his blue skin and green eyes reflective silver. His quills rested neatly in the grass he laid. He looked to the sky for only moments later, till he closed his eyes for some much needed sleep.
He was not asleep for long, when he heard a noise rustling in the tall grass behind him. His ears twitched to the sharp sounds. He arose quickly, glaring into the direction of the sound. His eyes moved slowly across the field. A parting in the grass became apparent, and it was coming fast. He didn't have enough time to react; the dark figure was already behind him. A shining blade raised above him, the moon light reflecting off it. Blood flew to the sky, turning silver in the light. With a quick slash, it was over. His head decapitated…
He arose frantically. His breath hard and sharp and a beating sweat formed on his brow. His pupils were dilated, his muscles were tense. He couldn't believe what he had just been through. "What the hell was that?" he asked himself. He had never had a dream as the likes of this one. He began to relax, resting his body against the ground. He laughed to himself, shaking of the worries in his mind. He began to close his eyes once more saying, "It was only a dream," before he slipped back into sleep.
transitus
He blinked his eyes open, the bright morning light shone down on him. Its warmth flowed through his body, making him feel happy and energetic about what a beautiful day it seemed to be. He smiled at the cloud filled sky, listening to the birds singing to one another. He sat up, seeing a bright blue flower growing next to him. He leaned over, sniffing in the sweet scent. He jumped onto his feet, dashing forwards at top speeds, feeling euphoric. As he disappeared with a cloud of dirt following him, the blue flower he had noticed only seconds before, began to bleed a bright red liquid before it shriveled up and died.
The wind rushing past his face felt cool and refreshing in the glistening, warm sun light. He closed his eyes and smiled brightly, saying out loud, "Nothing's going to get me down today!" As he ran through the dense forest, his surrounding was meshed together into a green pallet. In only seconds, he reached the nearby city. He placed his hand on his stomach, finding himself feeling quite hungry. He immediately planned a course to his favorite hotdog stand. Rushing by all the cars on the street, and the people on the side walk, he was just a wind passing by to them. He skid his heels into the ground, quickly stopping at the hotdog stand. "One chilidog, please," he asked the man who ran the stand. The man behind the cart seemed pale against his dark complexion.
"Oh, Sonic! Thank God you're here!" the man stated.
"Why? Is there a problem?" he asked the stand keep.
The clerk seemed even more troubled than he normally was. "There was a murder last night! It's on all the local news stations!"
Sonic looked to one of shop windows, seeing many television sets playing the same channel. He ran over, peering into the window. On the screens was a news woman, reading out the recent reports. "In local news, a horrible and gruesome murder was committed in our fare city. A man, identified to be local deli owner, Robert J. Anderson, was found decapitated on the street side of 5th and Green Hollow lane, around 4am this morning. No one has been marked as a suspect at this time, though authorities are looking into it. In other news…" he stopped listening, returning to the stand.
"Poor, Robert. He was everybody's friend. He ran that small deli down the street," he pointed to his left where the shop was. "He would give discounts to those who didn't have enough money, or just gave food to those who really needed it… I can't believe that anybody would go and kill him like that." The stand keep looked down at the ground, a tear forming in his eye. Sonic stopped listening. All he could think of was how similar the murder was to his own dream… it was eerie. Wiping the tear from his face, the stand clerk gave him the usual chili dog. "Sonic, if you can do anything, please help catch the murderer…," asked the clerk.
He didn't know if he could help, but to help the man feel better he responded, "Sure… you can count on me," giving him a fake smile.
chapter end