Author's Notes: I really have no idea what's possessing me to submit this little Introduction on here. I guess it's because I found it on my flashdrive collecting virtual dust.
I read it over 5 times, corrected a few errors, and even added a bit to make it a little longer. To be honest, I remember typing it when I was fourteen, but I haven't for the life of me been able to figure out what was going through my mind while I did so...
Anyway, if anyone out there finds this cheezy Introduction worthwhile, message me ( Or review ) some ideas. Enjoy.
He could feel nothing. Nothing except the distant cold that nipped at his red and black fur. He had been trying to vainly crawl away from his frozen grave that was chosen by the scientist he knew as Dr. Robotnik. The "Doctor" was the grandson of his original creator, and had now abandoned him here, in the merciless cold of the high mountains.
The Ultimate Life form coughed. The snow beneath his somewhat paralyzed body turned a bright crimson. The Doctor's robots tore out everything the hedgehog had within him. His vision gradually became opaque. The blizzard that whirled about him did not help his grave situation either. He knew he would die if he gave in to the rest he so yearned for. It beckoned to him; telling him to close his eyes for a bit, and find safety later.
It couldn't hurt, he had finally convinced himself.
He fell once more into the blanket of pure white snow, and welcomed death. At the very least, he would have the chance to be with his beloved old friend, Maria, in the afterlife.
Faintly, the red and black hedgehog could see a bright light from a short distance.
It was the light everyone spoke of when faced with death, he bitterly mused.
Knowing his battle torn body would not handle it anymore; with his last bit of strength, he staggered from his former white cocoon of death, and weakly ran towards it.
Towards the snowmobile driven by an appalled wolf.
This certain wolf lived in the tiny mountain village all her short fifteen years of life. Every three weeks during the winter, the grey and black wolf would hunt in hopes of finding food for her village and family. Today was different.
In her absolute horror, she witnessed the very life from his scarlet-red eyes fading rapidly. The wolf gently placed her left ear onto the hedgehog's furry white chest, and barely heard the thumping of his now tired heart. The wolf bit her lip nervously. Then, she took it upon herself to aide the helpless hedgehog. She wrapped a warm blanket around the freezing animal, fastened him gently and securely onto the blue snowmobile, and raced to the village.
"M...Maria..." the figure murmured weakly.
The wolf allowed a ghost of a smile appear on her face as she kicked her beloved vehicle into high gear.
He may have a chance to live after all...