There was once a demonic spirit, who was not very powerful nor was he so evil, but of course, by nature, he was still quite a vain and selfish creature. The other beings of the dark were not that interested in him, to them, he was just a child, too inexperienced to do anything quite extraordinary. He tried to impress his fellow demons, by showing off his magic. Ah, but the poor creature was not very skilled. He tried to create a hail storm but only succeeded in making a rather refreshing cool wind. He tried to freeze the oceans but could only make a layer of ice on a lake, which humans then used to dance across the surface. The demon lords rolled their eyes at him and pushed the young one away. He had too much goodness, too kind and gentle; there were not enough malicious thoughts in him.
When I was born, with my wide eyes opened, eager to see the world, the very first thing I heard was a man's voice, I think it was my father.
"Oh my fucking god, it's Iblis." I heard it say. And I wished I never opened my eyes. I wish I had held them tightly shut, so I would never see what an awful place this was.
You see, in this world I was born in, there were those who had the Fire, those with a spark of Iblis inside of them. And these unfortunate individuals had golden eyes. And in a world where almost everything was destroyed by Iblis, it was not likely you were getting a warm welcome if you had a fiery demon inside of you.
I never really saw who my parents were, and I really do not care. Why, they were the ones, who abandon me here, alone, in the dark. The dark. Which reminds me of something else. The Darkness.
It was extremely rare to be born with Iblis, it is however more likely to be born with the Darkness. Signs of someone with the Darkness may not be shown until the person starts to become a teenager. Moodiness, bad temper, wanting to be alone all the time… yes it just sounds like an average teenager going through puberty but it is not quite like that. Sooner or later, the Darkness will begin to corrupt the person's mind, and they will find themselves holding a bloodied knife and standing over a body. It was like a mental illness- one that cannot be cured, no matter how much therapy you get.
Fire burned individuals were quite similar to that, but they would usually become pyromaniacs. The line between Darkness and Fire was thin, but it a strong line.
I happened to have both, the Darkness and the Fire. This has never happened before, the two energies clashed with each other, so I was basically a time bomb. Either the Darkness corrupts my soul and gets burnt by the Fire, or the flames will take over only to be smothered in black liquid.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I was being born, the worst day ever.
I was wrapped up in a thick blanket, which covered my face tightly. I should have died that day, but I was too foolish and followed the instinct that everyone was born with, the instinct to survive, to live. I wriggled my arms and legs frantically, trying to breathe. There was water coming into my nostrils and the liquid filled my lungs. Yet somehow, my body kept moving. My tiny baby body, was fighting the moment it came into the world.
I managed to rip the blanket away from me. Cold and wet, I used my arms and legs and crawled out the clinging wet material. I opened my mouth and vomited, dirty water escaping my body. I vomited until I felt there was nothing left inside of me. When I finished emptying my inside, I wobbled into a sitting position and stared at my surrounding. I was in a dark tunnel, a river of slick green liquid sliding down the sides. My parents had dumped me in a river, in desperate attempt to kill me. And they had succeeded. I felt dead inside, it was as if somehow, my young mind finally realized- there was no place for me in this world.
I managed to stay alive in the slimy sewers for the first few months of my tender age. Drinking the water and who-know-what-else that came into my 'home'. Soon, I became strong enough to crawl and stand up. I never cried, none of those childish wails ever escaped my throat. I did not laugh, or smile, not that there was anything to smile about anyway.
I crawled through an opening where most of the liquid came in, getting drenched as I did so too. My fur was covered with a thick layer of filth. Once I tried to look at my reflection in the murky water. It was hard to see but I could make out two large golden eyes staring back. I slapped the water angrily, screw this, I thought bitterly, if I was hideous then I was hideous, there was nothing I could do about that could I? And if I was beautiful then well, no one was there to see.
I do not know how long I was crawling for, days, weeks? Nothing really mattered.
Then came the two tunnels. One led downwards, the other, up. After pondering on which way to go, I crawled to the one leading up. Another decision to add to my ever growing list of regrets. As I continued my journey, people floated passed me. at first, I was afraid, and stayed away from them. But I was cursed with something else, curiosity. One drifted towards me so I went for a closer examination. Like me, it was covered with green filth, but unlike me, it did not move, nor breathe. I did not hear any beating drum inside of it. These were dead bodies in the water. Decaying for weeks, months, years. And I had been drinking this water, the dead has been keeping me alive. I kept crawling upwards.
The sky, was endless. Grey and dull, lifeless like the bodies, but beautiful. A sound bubbled out of throat for the first time. I think you would call it laughter.
"Hello there, isn't it passed your bedtime little boy?" I felt something heavy pressed down on my skull. Someone was squishing me with their boot! "Ahh, finally! Something to eat!" If I could talk, I would have yelled out, protesting that I was not some piece of vegetable. I flailed my arms and legs helplessly. "Awwww… that's kinda cute the way you try to attack me." The sinister voice cooed. I twisted my head over and stared at my attacker, eyes narrowed, glaring.
My attack released me from his boot, a look of surprise crawling across his expression.
"An Iblis child?" He gasped. It was a dark hedgehog, he had no mouth yet somehow managed to speak. He picked me up off the ground and carried me away. The fire that had condemned me to this horrid life, had somehow saved me. Sadly, my mindless baby brain had not realized this and began to fight.
"Gyaaaa…" I moaned, wriggling in the hedgehog's arms. "Grrrrr!"
"Oh shut up you stupid baby." He snapped, throwing me to the ground, nearly breaking my fragile skull. My vision blurred into red as pain vibrated through my body. I felt him pick me up again as I nodded off to sleep.
When he bought me to his cave with all the kids, he dumped me in a pot of water. I was so sure I was going to get eaten but instead, he called upon another person, a young female bat with clear golden eyes like mine. She took a brush and scrubbed me, ignoring my screams of protest. When she was done, all the green slime was gone and I could see my fur for the first time. It was white. Maybe she had rubbed so hard, that the colour washed off, I thought sadly. The hedgehog from before came to inspect. His mouthless face seemed to grin.
"I think I'll call him Silver." He said, the skin where his mouth should shifted when he spoke. I dove back to the bottom of the pot, terrified.
Mephiles became like a father figure to me. He understood what it was like to be born cursed. I never knew much about him despite living with him for a few years. There were others too, over the years, Mephiles seem to look for orphaned children, but only those 'gifted', as he would call it, with Iblis or Darkness. I knew he was on looking for methods to gain power and he was not babysitting us because of the goodness in his heart. But he saved me when I was most vulnerable, and I am forever in debt to him.
"You gotta ignore what they all say," he told me, by 'they', he meant those without the darkness or Iblis. "Filth. Dirt. Pieces of shit. That's what they all are. Mortals that do not deserve out attention." I pointed out to him that there were more of them than there were of us, and that we were also mortal. But he shrugged. "We are more powerful, stronger, we know how life really goes. They're just stuck in their little heaven with unicorns and rainbows." 'Heaven' would not really be the word I would use. This world was rotting away, and they were living in it just as much as we were.
Not to sound sympathetic or anything to them of course. Mephiles was right, they were filth. I hated them more than I hated myself. I watch them try and rebuild their city, but sooner or later, a great fire creature will come and destroy it.
Mephiles of course, did not care for us entirely. He made everyone wear contacts and taught us how to hide out powers from disapproving eyes.
"They find out about you then you're on ya own kid." He snarled. If he had a mouth, I imagined bright puffy red lips, with razor sharp canine dripping with blood. He made us work with them, which was rather difficult since most of the time he was rambling about how inferior they were.
Despite the world seeming to broken beyond repair, there were a few small scattered communities around the globe. Most people would rather fight solo or in partners, but communities also existed. Mephiles gave me light blue contacts to wear at school, which made my eyes appear a pale green. School was underground, the safest place possible apparently. It was hard to fit in of course, even though I am disguised, I cannot hide the behavior traits that pointed me out as Iblis or Darkness possessed.
Iblis children were quiet but had quite a temper. The children of the Dark were usually dissocial, sad, depressed. I fell in the latter. The other children whispered about us, but, as long as the teachers cannot prove what we were, we were still accepted.
When we were not at school, we were working. Mephiles made us work before many of us had even learnt to walk, he said it was payment for all the kindness and love he had so generously given to us. I rolled my eyes but agreed with him anyway. Many of the others worked in a brothel but I covered my face all the time so that Mephiles decided I really must be hideous and made me work in the hospital. There were two main parts of the hospital. There was the one where broken people will go to get fixed. And then there was the one where perfectly fine people would come to… become even more 'perfect'. The latter belonged to Mephiles, and he worked as a plastic surgeon. Because he was in charge, he could get away with the experiments he does without anyone realizing.
"They all want the same thing," he told me, "Too tall, too fat, too small. Everyone wants what they can't have." He looked at me suspiciously, I turned my face away. "Maybe I should bleach your fur black eh, you can look like me." But I quickly sped off and he continued with his splicing, or whatever he was doing.
"Silver." Reficul, a greyish wolf came to me. That was one of the things that defined someone as Darkness-possessed, their lack of colour. They were either black, or white, or shades in between. Their eyes were usually jet black or dark grey also. I was busy cleaning up the syringes from the floor.
"Hello Reficul." I greeted neutrally. He held up a brown paper bag, a rare smile on his face.
"I found some cake." He said proudly, "We're going to celebrate in the hallway in the attic, wanna come?" I nodded eagerly. I think I was about four or five at that time, maybe six. Not quite sure how old I am since I never knew my birthday, let alone the year. Mephiles made us eat blackish mush all the time. Probably laced with some Darkness enhancer or something. Whatever it was, it kept us drugged up for him to do whatever he wants with our bodies. So it was quite a privilege to have cake, even though it may be a few days old and covered in dust.
"Mmmm, where did you find that?" Ravine asked, she was a rather pretty raven but had somehow sneaked into the hospital. I liked her most out of all the Darkness animals. She smiled at me a lot, which, for some reason, made me feel like smiling also.
"That's my secret" Reficul replied, breaking pieces off for everyone. About three fifths of the small group was Darkness, everyone else was Iblis. Only I was both. As we were about to take a bite, Ravine gave a small caw.
"Wait, how bout we all make a wish first!" She suggested. The younger kids nodded in agreement but the older ones rolled their eyes.
"I wish for more cake." Laura, the bat which helped me the first time I was here.
"Me too." Reficul added.
"I wish for lemonade!" Natas said. There were a few food wishes after that.
"I wish I had a loving family." Conspiria said, she was beaten brutally by her mother when she was born. She still had scars all over her body that could not be covered up. But it was the scars that were edged in deeper, the ones we could not see, which were the ones that hurt most and the ones that will never heal.
"I wish I wasn't Darkness possessed." Someone else said. They all nodded in agreement.
"I wish I wasn't Iblis possessed, but I am, and nothing can change that." Laura pointed out. Everyone was quiet after that, chewing on their small slice of cake slowly, to relish the flavours before they were all gone. I felt the soft spongy mixture in my hand, sweet sugary cream melting on my fingers.
"I like being Darkness possessed." Ravine said after a moment. "It is part of who I am." She turned to me. "What about you Silver? What do you wish for?" I felt everyone's eyes on me. I thought of all the things I wished for, but could never get. Food. Family. No Darkness. No Iblis.
"I wish I was never born." I finally said.
"Who doesn't?" Conspria replied. And we all thought of out bleak lives, how everything could have gone better, if we were not born in the first place.
A/N: My second attempt at writing this... for those who reviewed before I am sorry, I finished the other one, it did not turn out they I wanted (if you really want it then ask me to send it to you). This is how I think Sonic the Hedgehog 2006 should of went. Read and review, you can say whatever, I do not bruise easily. I take in OCs as well if you want your character to be here.
I am hoping this will clear up a few things that made me confused during the game, main elements of the original plot (by SEGA) are not completely changed, but a lot is different. Prepare for a rather complex story ahead.