Sonic Underground: The Search for Aleena
"If this fic were an actual series, the opening song for it would totes be 'All I need is a Miracle' by Mike and the Mechanics. I really hope someone flash animates that…" -Foxfire251
Warning: This fic has been given a mature rating for language, mild sexual content, some nudity, violence, blood, use of firearms, use of alcohol and drugs, references to war, torture, and death.
Reader Descretion is advised.
Sonic Underground and all characters therin are the property of Sega, DIC entertainment, and L.P. and Les Studios
This is a fanmade work of fiction, so please support the official release.
And yes, I know the show was canceled years ago, but support it by buying the DVDs and whatnot.
Luckily, though, the comics actually did do a special that was sort of a conclusion for SU, so I guess we have that, I suppose.
But, I guess that fanfiction has just sort of always been the go-to place for stuff like that.
Oh well…
Chapter one: Meet the Undergrounders
Years ago, Queen Aleena Hedgehog and King Jules Hedgehog were blessed with three beautiful children; Sonic, Sonia, and Manic.
However, their happiness was short-lived, as their minister of science, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, staged a coup de'atat, aided by Lord Scales Draconus, their royal advisor.
Aleena had managed to escape to safety with their children, but Jules was not as fortunate. Scales betrayed and murdered him, leaving Jules and Aleena's children fatherless.
However, even in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, there was still a glimmer of hope.
The wise and powerful Oracle of Delphius told of a prophecy that would spell the end of Robotnik's tyranny.
"When the stars are at their brightest, the three children will unite with their mother and become the council of four and strike down Robotnik and his evil regime."
However, it was still much too soon, as the children were still but infants when the prophecy was made. So, to keep them safe, Aleena gave up her three children to the kindness of strangers, Sonic to a family of three in Greenleaf village, Sonia to a wealthy aristocrat in Locke Hill, and Manic to a clan of thieves in downtown Robotropolis.
Now, seventeen years later, Sometime after the death of Ivo Robotnik, Julius Robotnik, his son, has long taken reign over his father's empire, and with him, came the dividing of the conquered regions, each being governed by their own Regional Boss, all of whom were appointed individuals that Julius personally trusted.
And, fighting for justice on Mobius, was the rebellion; The Freedom Fighters, led by the Princess of the conquered Acorn Kingdom, Sally Acorn, along with her second in command officers, Col. Logan Stryker, a former Field-Grade officer in the Mobodoon Royal Guard, and Commander Erik Connor, AKA "Commander Clash", a former G.U.N. Black Ops soldier whose entire Black Ops unit was killed at the hands of Julius Robotnik after a failed mission to assassinate him some ten years ago.
But even now, forces are at work that will bring the three children of Aleena togther once more.
This is the story of these three children, and their neverending search for their mother…
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Sonic's Intro
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My name's Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog. I'm sixteen, but my seventeenth birthday is actually in two days. I live with my Uncle Chuck, who is the most awesomest person I know of, my adoptive younger sister Mia, who used to live with my foster family before they were… Well… Killed… Ah-anyways, and my Cousin Charlie, who has hated my guts for a good chunk of my life because apparently he blames me for having his left leg blown off by machine gun fire from an imperial machine gun truck. I mean, how was I supposed to know that they'd fire upon him even after letting him go? I mean, sure they captured his mom and probably roboticized her much later, and that they're the bad guys and that's just how they are, but they could of at least outright said that if he tried to run away they would shoot at him!
… I feel like I've gotten off track somehow.
Well, anyways, I live in the suburban district of Greenleaf Village, which is pretty surprisingly close to the aristocratic district of Locke Hill, within walking distance, in fact. All you would need to do is cross the bridge that goes over the Jules River and you're there. Just don't expect to be invited to any of their parties, though. They're pretty uptight when it comes to 'Undergrounders' like me.
But despite all that, I also have a huge secret, and it is that my Uncle Chuck and I are both members of the resistance against the Robotnik Empire; The Freedom Fighters! I actually happen to be their personal MVP, as a matter of fact! Not only that, but Uncle Chuck happens to be the head of their reconnasaince program, The Spy Network. Their job is to help us determine where to strike the empire next, and right about now, they're getting ready to take on the base of the Regional Boss of this area.
Well, enough about me, let's get right to my story, shall we?
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Sonic's basement rec room
412 Freeman's Place
April 22nd, 3340
Present day…
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"So, you're saying that Dann had news?"
A young, seventeen-year-old mobian fox sat on a folding chair, tuning his guitar whilst asking Sonic the above question.
He had brownish-orange colored fur, long brown hair that was done in a ponytail behind him, green eyes, and wore an orange leather jacket that looked to be three shades of red away from Thriller, dark blue designer jeans, and a pair of bright orange Adidas sneakers with a yellow buckle strap. He also wore a gold medallion around his neck that was shaped like a sword, but we'll get into that a little later.
Sitting on a couch to his right was a mobian lynx boy, about 16 in age, with golden colored fur with black spots, black hair that was styled in a spiked devil's do and had streaks of red and yellow in it, hazel colored eyes, and wore a sand red button-up t-shirt overtop a long-sleeved fishnet top, orange, red and yellow camoflage pants, and bright red sneakers that had silver-colored laces, and was twirling a silver ring coin in between his fingers.
Sitting next to him on the couch was an eighteen year old mobian lynx girl, with long black hair, bright, blue eyes, same color fur and spots as her brother, and wore a black Playmobian t-shirt with a white silhoutte of the signature Playmobian Chao emblem, long, elbow length fingerless black silk opera gloves, a red and yellow plaid miniskirt that looked to be almost too short, long, thigh-length white silk stockings, and a pair of deep red boots that only reached her ankles. She bore a very distant look on her face, almost as if she was fantasizing about something dirty.
Sonic nodded to the fox. "Something important, judging by the tone of his voice over the phone." He answered. "Maybe he's finally gotten us more fans." Said the Lynx, who then turned to the elder lynx girl and said, "… Not that we're trying to replace you or anything, Lydia." "It's okay, Flare…" Said Lydia, "I'll always be you guys' number one fan!" She then licked her lips teasingly, then added, "… Always…" In a creepily suggestive manner. The fox sighed irritably. "You have a hell of a sister, Flare." He said, "She may very well make the registered sex offender's list yet." "Fuck you, Jake." Flare responded sarcastically, sticking out his tongue. "Chill out, guys." Said Sonic, "I'm sure whatever news Dann has for us is good news. I mean, c'mon, it's not like anyone's died or anything, right?"
"That depends on the context of which you are using."
The group turned their gaze to the direction of the stairs to the basement to see their two only human friends enter. One was of course, Chris Thorndyke, who was seventeen years old and the son of a wealthy buisnessman who owned a tech industry known as 'Thorndyke Industries', who was accompanied by his slightly younger step brother.
He was about 16, with light skin, brown eyes, short black hair, and wore a navy blue t-shirt with the Quicksilver logo on the front of it, tan khaki cargo shorts, and a pair of black Nike sneakers. He also had a laptop folded under his arm.
"What context?" Sonic asked, "Also, what the fuck took you, Dann? I thought you and Chris were going to go get Jillian and Drake?" Dann laid the laptop on a coffee table in the middle of the circle of various seats, then sat down on a translucent pink inflatable couch right in front of it, then explained. "Well, I got good news, and I got bad news, which is consecutively followed by even more bad news." He then gave a sly smile, then added, "Which do you guys want to hear first?"
Sonic and Jake looked to one another, then Sonic replied with, "The good news, obviously!"
Dann grinned, then said, "Thought you'd want to hear it. Well, basically, it goes like this…" He paused for a moment, then said, "… I got us a gig."
Sonic's eyes lit up instantly.
"A gig?!" Him and Jake asked simultaniously.
Dann nodded.
"Holy shitsnacks! That's great!" Sonic exclaimed, "Finally, our chance at the big time!" "Assuming, of course," Flare added, "That we even get discovere-"
"What's the bad news?" Jake interrupted.
Dann looked to his oder stepbrother and sighed. "The bad news…" He answered, "… Is that we're down a drummer and a keyboardist." "Why's that?" Sonic asked, "I thought that Jillian and Drake were our keyboardist and drummer?" "Yes, they 'were' our keyboardist and drummer." Dann responded, "But not anymore they're not." "Why?" Sonic asked again. "Well, for starters," Dan explained, "Jillian's dead."
"WHAT?!" Sonic exclaimed, "Why is she dead?!"
"Her parents found her body this morning lying on the floor next to her desk, with a heroine needle sticking out of her arm." Dann replied. "I had no idea she was doing heroine." Said Flare. "Yeah," Dann responded, "And cocaine, too apparently."
"And what about Drake?" Jake asked, "He's not dead too, is he?" "No," Dann answered, "But he was nabbed by the Imperial police last night. They claim he was a 'Freedom fighter promoter' even though all he really did was piss on a statue of Ivo Robotnik over at the courthouse." "Why would he do something stupid like that?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because he was drunk." Dann replied, "And now he's probably halfway to the roboticizer. Which means that if we don't find ourselves a new drummer and keyboardist in exactly four days time, we can't go to the gig." He then opened up his laptop and brought up Chirper on his web browser. "I would like to think that if we put the word out now," Said Dann, typing away on the keyboard, "We might be able to find at least someone willing to play for our shitty band." "You realize it's rather unrealistic that we'll find anyone else before the night of the gig, right?" Chris asked. "Dude, stop thinking so negatively." Dann told him, "There's gotta be someone who knows how to play drums or a keyboard, or even the piano at the very least! Actually, a piano-playing keyboardist sounds kinda cool now that I think about it." Just then, Jake's phona vibrated, signalling that he just got a text. He pulled it out and checked it, seeing that it was his younger brother, Tails, whose message read:
'Aunt Chloe says to come home now.'
Jake winced, then put his phone away.
"I gotta go, guys." Jake said, his voicetone giving hints of a whine. "Why?" Sonic asked, "You only got here two and a half hours ago." "Is it your controlling aunt again?" Flare asked mockingly. Jake cringed uncomfortably. "Oh my god, it totally is, isn't it?" Said Dann. Jake nodded. Dann chuckled. "Man, that woman practically rules your life with an iron fist!" He joked. Jake shrugged. "She probably wants to get me hooked up with another possible 'Fiance' for me to get married to in about another four or so years." "Pfft! You aristocrats and your fucking arranged marriages." Said Sonic rudely. "At least I don't actually have to worry about Robotnik breathing down my neck constantly!" Jake snapped back sarcastically. Sonic rolled his eyes. "Of course," He retorted with blantent sarcasm, "How could I ever forget that all you aristocrats have near-total immunity from the Roboticizer." He then stuck up his right hand, splaying his fingers wide apart while placing his left fist on his heart, then said in a mocking way, "'Heil Robotnik.'" "Would you stop?" Jake said, getting a little pissed off now, "It's not like that! Well, not entirely, at least. As long as we declare that we're completely loyal to the empire, they usually leave us alone." "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sonic retorted, "Go see what your posh, controlling aunt wants." "She's not posh, and she's not controlling!" Jake yelled, "She just has high standards is all! Trust me, if she's having my brother text me to come back, then it's probably incredibly important and won't involve humiliation of myself in any way, shape, or form."
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Prowess Manor
278 St. Zachary Drive
Locke Hill Aristocratic Community
Sometime later…
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"Unngghh… Fuck me…" Jake groaned.
He sat upon a stool in front of his Aunt's mirror, wincing every time his cousin Gracie pulled a string on the corset he was being made to wear.
Gracie was a 19 year old mobian fennac fox, with bright golden yellow fur, long pointy ears that stuck out of her long, lavender hair, and had rose colored eyes to match. She wore a dress that she had made herself. It was colored a bright cerulean blue, and featured a wasp ballgown skirt design, coupled with a lace corset worn underneath, a pair of sky blue silk shoulder length opera gloves and a pair of navy blue heel pumps.
"Stay still, will you?" She scolded in her usual british accent, "I swear, you're worse than your brother sometimes." "Well, It's just that this whole thing is (Errghh!) stupid! What if I don't love her? What if she's (Arrghh!) one of those psycho chicks I saw on TV once?" Gracie stood back a moment, now finished tightening the strings on Jake's corset. "That should do it." She said, proud of her work. "Are you even listening to me?" Jake asked. "I am." Gracie replied, "It's just that it doesn't matter. As long as we can build an even stronger relationship with the Feline family, then in the end, that's all that matters. Now then, on to the outfit!" Jake shrugged. "What sort of guady outfit did you make for me this time?" He asked. Gracie shot him a glare. "First of all," She said, sounding offended, "My outfits are not 'gaudy' They are originals! Beautiful, beautiful original outfits; suits, dresses, nightgowns, etc., etc. FAR unlike those… Uggghhh! Those 'RAGS' you're used to wearing with those degenerate friends of yours. You know that your Aunt Chloe has always said that that Sonic boy is nothing but trouble, and yet you continue to hang out with him!
"And secondly, You should be grateful that you have a 'living' relative that happens to be an aspiring seamstress such as myself! Why, my dresses have been worn be even the likes of the daughter of the Regional boss of the Soviet Muthalands, Madame Anya Dragunov!"
"… You realize that that Anya chick's a total slut, right?" Jake asked.
Gracie slapped him across his cheek.
"How dare you!" She snapped at him, "Anya Dragunov is not a 'slut' as you so rudely put it! She is a fine, classy woman."
"Not according to her Mobiutube channel, she's not…" Jake retorted slyly, "I swear, you will never see a Soviet woman wear latex as well as she does! In fact, she's actually an artist when it comes to kink! You ever see someone use an UZI as an external vibrator?"
Upon hearing this, Gracie scowled, then said, "And that is exactly why your Aunt Chloe absolutely despises that hedgehog!"
"At least his Uncle isn't a total dill like your father." Jake retorted.
And it was then, that Gracie slapped him so hard, that he was sent flying into the wall behind him.
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Jake's Intro
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My name is Jacob Capulet Vi Britannia Prower. Everyone just calls me Jake for short, 'cause with a full name like mine, you'd probably stumble upon a few words saying it. I currently live with my Aunt Chloe, who is pretty much the most uptight and downright snooty woman I'd ever known in my entire life, my cousin Gracie, who is a rising fashionista, and is almost as snooty as her mother, my Uncle Marrick, whom is by far the biggest dickbag I'd ever met, which makes sense, because he is a high-ranked officer in the Robotnik Imperial Legion, and my little brother, Miles, whom I've always called Tails because of his "Defect" as my Aunt Chloe puts it. Basically, he was born with two tails instead of one, and because of this, my aunt treats him like he's some kind of freak, a mutant, even!
I hate her because of that.
I hate all three of those posh, snooty assholes.
The circumstances that lead to me living with them in the first place began back when I was about 10, while my brother was about four and a half.
I never knew my father. He's always been a ghost in my life. The only thing I have that reminds me of his existance is this medallion I always wear around my neck. I asked my mother why he would leave it for me, and she always told me that I'd know when the time comes. Regardless, my mother always told me that he loved us, even though I'd never met him. However, the trouble began when my mother was concieved with my little brother. Apparently, I had learned much later that she had been raped by someone while she was walking home from work. But, I think I'm grateful she didn't get an abortion, despite how my brother turned out when he came out of her womb.
However, my life then wasn't without struggle.
My mother was a politcal justice advocate, meaning that she spoke out against Robotnik on a constant daily basis. She was almost like the mobian equivalent of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., right down to the content of some of her speeches at all the rallies she attended.
But, like all freedom fighters like her, she ended up suffering dire consequences.
It happened one fateful night in December. It was close to Christmas time, about six or so days away, in fact. I woke up and walked downstairs to the bathroom to go pee, and saw my mother walking into the foyer where the stairs ended. And as I walked over to the bathroom, I heard the screeching of tires outside, followed by the cocking of machine guns. My mother then jumped on top of me, shielding me from the barrage of bullets coming from outside. And As quickly as it had started, the gunfire had stopped, and the sound of vehicles pulling away sounded outside.
I know now that it was Robotnik that had her killed.
No…
He murdered her…
So, now me and my brother live with the aristocratic half of the family, and life here is a real pain in the ass.
And now, my Aunt Chloe is forcing me into yet another arranged marriage, this time saying that she'll ground me for monthes if I fuck up this time.
The only reason I broke up with the last three brides-to-be was that we just didn't have an chemistry. One of them even became a lesbian after I turned her down.
But this time, however…
I dunno…
I think I might actually like this girl…
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Ten minutes later…
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Jake's POV
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Sonia…
Her name was Sonia.
She was this beautiful, pink hedgehog, strangely reminding me of Sonic if he had been born a girl. She was fifteen, but she was turning sixteen in two days, which even more strangely fell on the same day as Sonic's birthday. Her eyes were a beautiful rose color, and her hair, spines and fur were a bright bubblegum pink. She wore this beautiful wasp-style gown, and had a ribbon in her hair, pulling it back.
No doubt that was the work of her mother, Madame Felicity Feline.
So, basically, the way this was going to work was like this: after Sonia's 21st birthday, her and I would be married, and then would be given our own mansion, coupled with funds from both her family and mine, giving us a vast wealth, as well as our own land. Now, if we were to have kids, we would be given money for each one that we had, as well as for their private tutoring and tuition for school.
So, in a nutshell, our marriage would be based on only one thing: Money.
That's why I always hated this whole 'arranged marriage' bullshit.
But, right now, me and this Sonia girl were coming up with a plan.
"So, basically, we marry each other, then give away all the money they give us?" I asked. Sonia nodded. "They'll be so pissed off, they won't even bother to check their bank accounts!" "And why would they need to do that?" I asked. Sonia smirked evily. "Because…" She answered, "We'll have wired it to a super secret bank account I happen to have."
I looked at her for a moment, trying to process the details of the plan she had just explained to me.
"… Do you reallyhate your mother that much?" I asked.
"Not entirely." She answered, "Just for the whole 'arranged marriage' thing. Last guy I got put on an act of elegance, then would grab my ass whenever no one was looking." "What was his name?" I asked curiously. "Bartelby Mink." She responded, "Or rather, I should say, 'Brat-elby Mink' Sure, he's the eldest son in the ever-so prestigous Mink family, but he is a PIG! He's like that guy that Mina Mongoose gave a lap dance to during her performance at the Mobian Music Video Awards."
"Isn't she like, fourteen?"
"Actually, no. She is thirteen!"
"Seriously?!"
Sonia nodded.
"… But she's so well-developed! She's practically old enough to date my brother!"
"I hear she baby-sits as a side job."
I blinked twice, trying to take that in.
"She also once dated the lead guitarist for the Knothole Knuts about a year ago. They broke up only recently. He's actually the one who suggested that Mina dance on a stripper pole during that fateful performance. And for that, she kicked his ass like a wrecking ball!"
"You know a lot of shit about music." I told her. "Well," Said Sonia, "I do listen to such awesome bands as Whitesnake, 45 Grave, Queen, Mike and the Mechanics, KISS, as well as a few of Billy Joel's hits." I then grabbed her by the shoulders, looked her in the eyes and said, "Sonia, I fucking LOVE you!"
I realized how stupid I looked the moment I did that.
I let go of her, rubbed my shoulder, then said, "Sorry about that. I got a little carried away an-" "No, it's fine." She told me sweetly, "I actually feel the same way about people who are into the same kinds of things I'm into. For instance, you said you used to do figure skating and ballet at one point in your life." I cringed. "Yeah, I did," I responded, "But that was only because my Aunt Chloe forced me to. She claimed it would help me in later life." "Well," She retorted, "It would surprise you to know that I take gymnastics, Karate, and ballet all at once. Well, within the same weeks, anyways. My mom's actually making me put off a recital because of my birthday in two days!"
After she said that, my gaze went back to her medallion that she was wearing around her neck. It was shaped like a crescent-shaped piano, and was mase entirely of silver.
Once again, my thoughts went back to Sonic and his guitar-shaped medallion of the same kind of metal.
Come to think of it…
It also reminded me of my medallion as well.
"So… Nice medallion." I said, not wanting to seem like a creep for staring at her, "Where'd you get it?" "huh? Oh, this?" She said, holding it up a little, "I've had this for years, actually. My mom said that I was wearing it since I was a baby. She said it belonged to my biological mother. But I asked her if I could someday meet her, but she said that she died in a car accident sometime after I was born." She then put down the medallion and then asked, "So, what about your medallion? Is there some kind of story behind it?"
I knew she was gonna ask.
I sighed then answered.
"It belonged to my father, but… It's all that I have that proves that he even exists. I have no idea why he would leave it, but I guess maybe someday I'll find out…"
"Soniaaaa! We're leaving!" Her mother called from downstairs.
"Coming mom!" Sonia called back. She then smiled at me one last time, then said, "Before I go, I have one last question, and you have to be dead honest when you answer."
"Okay," I said, "Shoot."
She then looked into my eyes, then whispered, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
My eyes went wide with surprise.
"And no, your mom doesn't count." She added.
Instantly, I shook my head.
She smiled, then said, "Well, allow me to fix that…"
She then leaned in, and planted a warm, passionate kiss on my lips.
It seemed to last longer than it actually did. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, moments to centuries! Time itself seemed to stand completely still as she locked her lips with mine…
And then, just like that, it was over.
She then pulled off, then asked, "How's that feel?"
My heart started racing a mile a minute, my entire body becoming hot and sweaty.
"I'll give you a bit to let it sink in…" She said, patting me on the shoulder as she left, "I gotta say, though, Jake, it's been a real Sslice!" She made a slight slicing gesture with her left hand as she said that. She then walked out of my bedroom, and out of my life for the day.
And so, after about twenty minutes of just sitting there like a goon, I then leapt up and shouted:
"YYYYAAHOOOO!"
It was official.
I had just kissed a girl for the first time in my life!
I was one more step closer to losing my virginity.
I felt so happy I could just wet my pants!
… Which I totally ended up doing anyway…
Goddammit.
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Meanwhile…
Somewhere in Downtown Robotropolis…
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'Once upon a time, there was a land without heroes.
Evil and tyranny ran amok.
People, they were stuck at dead end jobs,
And sometimes also, dirt, gravel, molasses, etc.
And then, from the hilltops, a shadowy figure emerged!
He was light, but also shadow.
He also had telekinesis, super speed, was made of metal, and had the properties of water…
And he had great hair.
It was Wild Hog, and his trusty Chao, Blue Steel!
Together, they had great hair!
Pow!
Meyoow!
Broooww!(1)
And then they made a billion rings…'
A young, fourteen year old hedgehog boy said as he tore the comic book he was reading off the shelf in half, throwing aside both halves shortly after.
"Well, that was the biggest load of shit I'd ever heard in my life." He said, looking to his pet chao, blazer, "I think they used our likenesses. Can we sue?"
"Chao-chew." Blazer responded.
He nodded in agreement, then said, "Yeah, maybe we should sue."
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Manic's Intro
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Man, reality sucks. At least there were real heroes in stories!
In fact, you're reading one about such a hero right now.
My name is Manic. Manic the Hedgehog.
I'm fourteen years old, but am turning fifteen in two days. I also happen to be not only one of the best theives on Mobius, but also the very prince of all theives!
Four the past fourteen years of my life, I've lived with Thief King Lars Chaucer, and his clan of thieves, assassins and other do-no-gooders. I also have a pet chao named Blazer, whom I've personally trained to help in my profession. And on top of it all, I fucking love to play drums.
I grew up doing it, really. My caretaker, Bakura, whom happens to be the taskmaster of our clan, once told me a story of how I used a bunch of baby bottles as a set of drums when I was but three monthes old, banging on them with a pair of spoons.
I'm also very good with tools, knives, nunchuks, my fingers, anything that can be used to rob someone comepletely deaf, dumb, and blind!
And so far, I've made a good life off of it!
But, however, one part of me longs for adventure. I don't care what kind of adventure it is, just anything to provide me with enough thrills to last a lifetime.
But, you know what they say…
Be careful what you wish for.
… Which also happens to be one of my all-time favorite books in the 'Goosebumps' series.
That, and 'Chicken, Chicken'
That one actually scared me a little when I was younger.
Yeah, that scared me!
But enough of that backstory bullshit…
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Manic walked casually down the sidewalk, singing a famiar tune by a familiar ageless rock star:
"No one can blame you,
For walking away.
Too much protection,
No love objection.
Life can be easy,
It's not always swell,
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl..
'Cause it hurts like hell… (Hurts like hell)
Down, in the underground
You'll find someone new
Down, in the underground,
You find… Find…'
"Ergh, shit." He finally said, "I gotta watch that movie again so I can remember the lyrics to that song…" He then leaned against the brick wall of an alleyway he came upon, then groaned and said, "God, I'm so bored! I wonder what Ganon's up to right now?" realizing what he had just said, he then followed up with "Oh, woops! Wrong series." Suddenly, he spied some a huge crowd of people gather in a large plaza across the street. "What's going on over here?" He wondered aloud. He then walked over to investigate.
He then came upon a typical scene for the part of town he lived in.
Several imperial soldiers stood in front of a long, stone wall, armed with rifles, while an officer stood facing what looked like one of their prisoners.
He was Mobian, a chocolab, who looked to be in his late forties, with long grey hair, blue eyes, and wore a tattered military vest and cloth pants.
"Gregory Lab," Said the officer, "You are charged with conspiracy, and direct involvment with the rebellion against Robotnik. Any final words?"
"Fuck you!" the lab shouted, spitting in the man's face after. The officer then wiped his face, then walked up to behind his soldiers, then said, "Kill him." The soldiers then open fired upon the man, being sure to only fire in three-round bursts. After that the man, Gregory, presumably, crumpled to the ground, dead.
"Imperial bastards!" yelled another prisoner with a snarl. Not wanting to hear it, the officer then walked right up to the prisoner, put his pistol to the man's head, and shot him. After doing so, he turned to the other prisoners, then asked, "Anyone else care to speak out?"
There was a somber silence.
"Thought so." Said the officer, "Bring forward the next offender."
A giant fire-breathing dragon should be swooping down any minute now… Manic thought to himself with a slight grin. His grin then subsided once he realized that a plot-based deus ex machina from a video game wasn't going to save these people any sooner than a non-plot based one.
So, he began to hatch a brilliant plan within the confines of his brain.
He ran out of the crowd for a moment, then returned after gathering the needed materials. Upon entering the crowd, he whispered instructions to key members of the crowd, slipping each of them a 50 ring bill for incentive. Next, he stopped for a moment, to get a lay of his surroundings; terrain, weather, time of day, bystanders, victims, antagonists, wind speed and temperature…
Faces…
Yes, it was clear to him now.
The Imperial officer carrying out the public executions…
He has a family of his own that he was now publically murdering people to get money to feed.
However, his youngest son was killed by a stray bullet from a Freedom Fighter's gun.
And because of this, Manic now knew how he was going to do what he was about to do.
After he finished his preparations, he was now ready.
He then moved to the row directly behind the front of the crowd facing the massacre, then gave the first signal.
At this, a half-finished large soda was sent flying at the Officer's face, hitting his blind side.
"Who threw that?!" the man bellowed, wiping the soda out of his eyes, then brandishing his pistol once more, "Who dares to defy the empire?!"
Just then, another soda went flying, this time hitting the man in the face, blinding him for but a moment as it contained only a pinch of hot pepper sauce.
And then, a loud bang echoed through the air, followed by a gasp.
The officer finally managed to wipe the soda/pepper mixture out of his eyes, only to see what he had just done.
Manic stood there, clutching his stomach, where a large spot of red stained his TMNT t-shirt.
Of course, unbeknownst to the officer, that poor sap, this red spot was not blood, but rather a fake blood substance that Manic carried around in capsules in his thieve's toolkit in case of a scenario such as this.
Addtionally, for realism's sake, he had poked a hole in his shirt where the 'bullet' hit, and also placed a blood capsule in his mouth so he could cough up a few spatters of 'blood' for a tear-jerking effect.
He staggered towards the officer, coughing and sputtering drops of blood as he stumbled. He then collapsed at the officer's feet, gasping and heaving for dramatic effect.
"Oh dear god, what have I done…" The officer muttered.
"Mister…" Manic whimpered, bringing forth a few tears to make this scam of his even more realistic, "Why? Why did you shoot me? What did I do? Did I do something-" He gave a brief, violent cough, splattering a few drops of blood on the man's uniform, then continued, "… Wrong? Please tell me what I did… Please…" the officer then knelt down beside Manic, putting his pistol down beside him for a moment as he held Manic's delicate form. "I'm sorry kid…" He apologized, his feelings sincere for once, "I j-just… It was an accident…" Manic then grabbed the man's collar, then shed some more tears. "Please…" He whined, milking it for what it was worth, "Tell me… Will… Will I… Dream?" He then fell limp, reducing his heartbeat to give off the illusion of death.
The officer then stood back up, and closed his eyes, shedding tears of his own, and apparently forgot to retrieve his gun, which made things all that much easier for Manic's plan.
"It's… It's not fair…" the officer said softly and sadly, "He was just a kid… just like… Just like…"
"Like who?" Manic asked, whispering slightly.
"Like my son, of course…" the officer answered, forgetting who he was talking to for only a moment.
"Oh… That's so touching…" Manic replied with a sniffle, "So sad… Dem feels… But you know what else is sad?"
"What else is-" The officer began, but stopped when he realized what had just happened.
Manic lay there on his side there on the ground, munching on a chocolate-covered pretzel rod like a hedgehog-based Bugs Bunny.
"You've just been had by a profession thief!" He answered with a slick smile.
The officer turned back to where the remaining prisoners were supposed to be, only to find that they had escaped, and that his band of soldiers were all tied up, bound with duct tape.
"What the?!" the officer exclaimed. He then turned to Manic, glaring, and yelled, "You little brat!" Instinctively, he reached for his gun, however, it was not in it's holster, as he forgot to pick it back up earlier.
"Where's my gun-" The officer began, but then realized he was missing something else, too.
"WHERE'S MY PANTS?!" The officer exclaimed.
"Hey."
The officer did a 180 turn to see Manic twirling the officer's pistol around with his pointer finger looped through the trigger guard.
The officer then snatched the pistol out of Manic's hand, then pointed it directly at Manic's head.
Manic simply grinned, then said, "Good luck with that."
The officer then pulled the trigger…
… Only to hear a dreaded clicking noise emitted by the pistol's chamber.
"What?!" said the Soldier, checking the magazine, "But it's loaded!"
"Kinda hard to fire that thing without one of these, isn't it?" Manic taunted, opening his right hand to show off the firing pin for the gun laying in his palm. He then quickly closed his hand, then waved his other on over it as if he were a magician, then said, "Now you see it…" He then reopened his palm to reveal that the firing pin was no longer there. "… And now you don't!"
The officer threw a punch at Manic, only to have him jump on top of his outstretched arm, and deliver a high drop kick to his face. The officer was sent flying right into a lamppost, knocked out cold and with a broken nose.
Manic grinned triumphantly, then walked off, going towards an alley a little ways down the block. He then came upon the remaining two prisoners, who were a Mobian calico cat woman and a mobian corsac fox man. "Thank you for saving us, child." Said the woman. "Meh, ain't no thing." Said Manic, "I've played their game plenty of times before. Now then…" Manic then reached into one of his thieve's tool pouches, and pulled out about 10,000 rings in cash that he stole off of the imperial soldiers, as well as the officer, then handed about 5,000 to each of the two prisoners. "Here's some starter cash to hold you guys over. I would recommend that you two lay low for a while until the heat dies down, then try and find a ride out of town. Now, as far as that goes, the train is a good idea, but only if you're feeling ballsy, 'cause a lot of the stations have identity scanners, so for you guys, I wouldn't recommend taking that. However, the buses are probably your best bet, as they'll take anyone. Lastly, as far as your destination, I hear that there's a town built out of an old sugar plantation village run by the freedom fighters. It's called, 'The Sanctuary' and if you're gonna go there, stop at about New Green Run, then go west on route 12, then once you see a gateway on the side of the road, go to it, then tell them you want protection and all that. Got it?"
The two prisoners nodded. "And what about you, child?" Asked the man, "Where will you go?" Manic simply looked at him, then pulled out a pair of sunglasses, then slipped them over his eyes and said, "Wherever life takes me, my friend." He then turned away, then said, "Stay cool, you two." And walked away, walking down the sidewalk away from the scene he caused.
He continued down the street until he accidentally knocked into someone walking by him, causing him to fall over. "Hey! Watch where you're goi-" He stopped when he saw who he bumped into.
She was mobian, yes, but she was wearing a long, full body cloak, the hood draped over her head, masking her identity, save only her eyes, which were bright green. The woman looked down at Manic, as if longing for him, but simply helped him back up. "I'm sorry, child," She said, "Please excuse me, I'm in a bit of a hurry." The cloaked woman then ran off, leaving Manic just standing there. That woman… he thought, Why does she seem so… Familiar? He then shook his head, then ran off towards home, not noticing his drum-shaped medallion starting to glow luminously.
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Aleena watched Manic run off from afar, shedding a few tears.
She wanted to tell him…
She wanted it real badly…
But it was still too soon.
"I long for my children…" she whispered, "But I have to wait… To act too soon… Will seal their fate…"
She then looked up towards the evening sky.
The sun was setting, and dusk was coming. And there, right above in the middle of the coming night sky, was three bright stars, arranged in a triangle.
One blue.
One pink.
And one green.
"… So it begins…" She whispered, gazing up at the constellation wistfully.
To be continued…
(1) This is a Jontron qoute, from his Nightshade review video. Just so it's clear.
