Just some short thing that got stuck in my head for a week or so...actually there's a whole story inspired by R0cknR011's own story 'The Fastest Thief Alive'. The things you should know if you read this is that everyone believes Sonic died in a fight with Robotnik which resulted in him conquering Mobius. After finding out what every Mobian thinks, Sonic decides to continue destroying Robotnik's plans but in a different way.
In what kind of way, you ask? Read this and find out!
A Hero's New Beginning
Green eyes lingered on the horizon, slowly following the shapes of the buildings rising up in the star filled sky. The blackness of the cold night was illuminated by the blinding lights of the city beneath him, the life pumping on its streets even at such a late hour. Although hell was brought upon them, the people seemed to think that if they continued their normal life everything would go away.
Alas…it wasn't that simple. And he knew the best!
Two months ago, the hero of Mobius, Sonic the Hedgehog died. Robotnik was finally free to spread his evil shadow over the lands and that was exactly what he did while the Freedom Fighters mourned the death of their comrade and last ray of hope.
He glanced at the white stars sparkling on the eternity of the heavens swallowing the lump in his throat caused by remembering about her. Her tear streaked face and puffy blue eyes as she embraced the only reminiscence of the hero she loved was a haunting memory that bled profoundly inside him. Nothing could wound him more than her suffering but he couldn't do anything about it either.
The wind was rushing by, fueling his lungs with polluted air coming from the many factories adorning the once proud Mobotropolis. The chill of the night though was refreshing, ruffling his fur through his baggy clothes.
He closed his eyes, unable to watch how the city has changed in seven years nor the memories it triggered. The action however only amplified his emotion and he felt them burst out in any second. His fists clenched and his eyes squinted in anger and sadness.
He breathed deeply in and out calming his boiling hatred and resisting the tears that threatened to fall on his face. He concentrated on something else instead. The cacophony of sounds coming from the streets was getting louder and louder making his ears twitch frenziedly.
Cars sped by in a deadly race swiftly followed by the police. The chase was irrelevant for him and it was all over as they went further in the city and towards the centre where resided his target. He sighed loudly letting out his frustration and a black gloved hand reached to adjust the brown scarf covering his face.
He slowly bent down grabbing the dark green hover board resting beside him. In a graceful leap he was on it and speeding on the high buildings closing the distance between himself and the command centre of the tyrant who took control of his world.
The adrenaline flooded his blood urging him to go faster, to soar higher, to feel the never ending freedom that nobody could take away from him. And for a second he wanted to obey, to follow the little voice of his older self…but he couldn't. He fought back continuing in a way different from his initial style. No flashy spins, no deadly jumps and no excited yells.
He took control, zooming through the buildings at a moderate pace, keeping himself hidden in the shadows until his objective filled his vision. He stopped on a nearby veranda putting the hover board down while his green eyes scanned the place. It was like the usual. Just how he remembered from the old days.
The structure was the highest and the largest in the city dominating everything with its imposing construction. Everything was made of metal and concrete with large terraces at every ten floors where the robots stood guards. Half way through the building the design change though. The cold, empty walls were replaced with stylish windows and painted patterns.
The young man narrowed his eyes to slits at the sight feeling the hatred hitting his chest once again but it gradually diminished knowing he was there to trash the place a little bit. Without a second thought he walked on the border of the veranda jumping in between the two buildings and into a dark alley while using his fast reflexes to land safely. His steel padded boots created a resounding noise when touching the pavement but luckily for him there weren't any guards around to hear it.
He proceeded further sneaking around the building, using the darkness of the night as his cover and searching with his eyes the best way in. The robots were all oblivious of the intruder, patrolling through the perimeter lazily as if it was impossible to get some action those days.
Oh…how he wished to show them the contrary! But again he couldn't.
Because he wanted to do this in his way!
After a few minutes, the Mobian reached a more active part of the building. Massive cars were loaded with machines and robots before quickly leaving letting space for another one to come and begin its delivery to Chaos knew where.
He took cover behind some containers calculating the right moment for him to move without anyone noticing him. It soon came when a Mobian loading the trucks accidently dropped some very important piece that created a true commotion among everyone.
The masked figure took that as his cue to go and so he did. Silently he crept behind them before sprinting through the corridor and into the maze like factory. Everything was simple and clear in his head. He repeated to plan over and over again in his mind, simulated every action, trained hard so he could get use with the heavy steel boots after a tough recovery and finally there he was, getting the mission done.
There was nothing that could stop him!
His main objective was situated on the upper floors, most likely in the residential once and of course closer to the one in charge. For that he had to go up and what way better than the stairs. Knowing the elevators were crowded enough with others hard working employees he settled on not taking more of their space and take that route instead.
The road was way longer than he though and by the time he made it to the desired floor it passed like fifteen minutes or so. But it wasn't like the mission had a time limit anyway so he took some more minutes to rest before entering the hallway.
Unlike the white and gray walls of the factory beneath, the corridor in the residential area were a warm shade of red with a thick crimson carpet and windows adorning one side, each decorated with orange arrases tied with a golden ribbon.
The young Mobian raised an eyebrow at the view but shook it off right away starting to walk toward where he thought were the guest rooms. His ears perked up at any suspicious sound and he thanked Chaos the carpet muffled the sound of his boots. He gently fiddled with the scarf on his muzzle as his eyes darted from left to right and back and forth paying attention to everything around him.
That's when a sudden shush made him stopped death in his tracks. His ears twitched in the direction of the whispers and his stiff body slowly crouched in a defensive stance. With his left hand he reached for his back pockets, grasping some small metal balls and getting ready to throw them.
With a frown placed over his eyes, the Mobian stepped forward toward the corner. When he couldn't catch any more sounds he prepared to take a peek but his move was cut short when something green leaped in front of him quickly aiming a gun at his head. He stared for a few seconds in a deadly silence at the green hedgehog in front of him with wide open green eyes barely registering the fact that the other one was doing the same.
"M-Maneek? What eez eet?"
From behind the hedgehog came another Mobian, this time a brown furred coyote with blond hair and blue eyes. Manic slightly dropped the gun taking a glimpse at his companion.
"That would be a good question, 'Twan!" He looked again at the hooded figure taking in the dark orange anorak, loose black pants and brown scarf wrapped around his face letting only his green eyes to be seen. "Who're you, dude?"
The green eyed boy took a moment to snap out of his shock but quickly regained his indifferent posture. He stood up, now realizing he was still in the battle stance and put back the metal balls in his pocket raising to meet Manic's brown eyes.
"Name's Night!"