The Prologue
'Lucas… Lucas…' these were the words the creature heard. 'You must wake up… Lucas…'
The voice was growing louder, and the black hedgehog slowly came to this world out of his own realm of dreams. At first, the brightness that he saw when he opened his eyes was intense, suddenly bringing him to a realization. He was in pain.
Reaching up to his head, he could suddenly feel the coldness of the things on his wrists. They were a golden color, and they too seemed to radiate the harsh light around him.
His every movement was very conscientious, he couldn't simply move his hand; he had to make a decision to move his hand. Attempting to sit up, he was surprised and frightened to realize that an old, grey wolf stood there, looking at him. "I'm glad your awake, Lucas. I was afraid that you may not stay with us." The foreign figure smiled at him warmly. Well, as warmly as a doctor could. A sort of, fake smile, which everyone sees through, but takes as a false assurance that everything would be all right.
"I'm Doctor Samuel Lykos, and I've been taking care of you since you came here." The wolf explained.
The hedgehog began to push himself up, and the Doctor jumped up to help him.
Pushing him off, the obsidian being pushed with all his might, and barely was able to sit up.
"What happened to me?" He asked, more thinking aloud than making conversation.
The Doctor looked somewhat disheartened. "I don't know. They wouldn't tell me. They wouldn't tell me anything about you. So, in a small form of rebellion, I decided to call you Lucas, instead of that drab project name they had given you." Lykos seemed rather put off by the very thought. "Look in the mirror, and try to tell me what happened." He continued. Pointing across the room to a mirror, 'Lucas' saw himself.
Large points seemed to jut from his head outwards behind him. One in particular he could see, and looking at it, he noted the large red stripe down its middle. His eyes glowed with a red fire that he didn't seem to understand. But the fire seemed as if was dying. It didn't make sense to him at all.
Then, at that moment, he realized something. He remembered nothing. No one. Not even his own name.
Frightened, he looked at the Doctor. "What did they call this project? You said you didn't like it. Why?"
The Doctor didn't seem to care that much. He thought about it for a moment, as if he had forgotten. "I believe it was… no, it couldn't be that… Oh yes, now I remember. Project Shadow."
Ok, so we all hate cliffhangers. Yet we love them, because we always come back to them.
Now, all you wonderful peoples, I can only write if inspired. If I feel that my work falls on deaf ears, I will completely scratch the project, and not write again for another year or two.
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