Backstage:

(HTKWolfe walks onto a movie set dressed like a director, a clipboard in one hand, and a megaphone in the other.

HTKWolfe:"Okay everyone, please come together for role call!" He goes through the list of names, and finds everyone accounted for. "Good, now, just a reminder in case anyone forgot, we're here today to remake an old movie, and one of my favorites; Van Helsing! Before we move on are there any questions?"

Amy Rose raises her hand.

HTKWolfe: "Yes Amy?"

Amy: "Um, not to be rude or anything, but isn't there already a remake of this movie with us in it?"

HTKWolfe: "That's a very good question, Amy. Yes, another author by the pen-name of VanFullMoonHelsing has a remake of Van Helsing that has been up on the net for about a year now. Thankfully I checked when the idea came to me to see if anyone had beat me to the punch. I've already talked with VanFullMoonHelsing, and described what we're going to do with this story. She gave us the go-ahead, just in case any picky reviewers try to flame us."

Tails raises his hand.

HTKWolfe: "Yes Mr. Prower?"

Tails: "How is this remake going to be so different?"

HTKWolfe: "I'm glad you asked! Ours is going to have a few minor changes from the movie. By a few minor changes, I mean that anyone who has seen the movie is barely going to recognize the story after I'm finished. The original movie takes place in the eighteenth century, but we're going to modernize it here. The casting is going to be different for the most part here, compared to VanFullMoonHelsing's Fanfic, and I'm going to do my best to keep all of you true to your original characters. Sonic, this means that as Van Helsing you won't have to kill/maim anybody, okay?"

Sonic heaves a huge sigh of relief, and gives HTKWolfe a thumbs-up.

HTKWolfe: "Okay, so any more questions before we get started with the opening scene? … No? Good! Now everyone who's supposed to be in this scene get into position!

Aaand... ACTION!")

Prologue

Romania, Transylvania

It's not a peaceful night by any sense of the word. The sky rages with a lightning storm, occasionally striking the towers of a large castle. In the forest below the castle are hundreds of pinpricks of light. Torches, held aloft by an angry mob of Mobians. Near the head of the group walks an ash gray hedgehog dressed in a dirty black suit, and a top hat. His face is a mask of barely contained excitement as the mob advances on the foreboding Keep.

Meanwhile, inside the castle is a laboratory with a strange assortment of machinery. In the center of a ring of computer consoles, and keyboards is a large glass capsule filed with yellow fluids. Lightning strikes a metal tower on one of the castle's towers, and electricity cascades around the capsule. Inside, a creature writhes with a silent shout of pain.

"It's alive..." A human scientist watches his creation in wonder. He's rather fat, bald, and sports a mustache of dark gray hair. "It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!"

A loud crash brings him back to reality, and he rushes to the window to see what's happening. He widens his eyes at the sight, the mob has reached the gates! A group of Echindas is trying their best to smash in the gates with their fists, and the gray hedgehog looks up to see the doctor's silhouette against the window. The doctor recognizes him as Spike, the local Undertaker.

Spike raises his torch to point at the window, and shouts something the doctor cannot hear. Whatever it was, his words have spurred the mob even harder. The doctor steps away from the window, his emotions ranging from disbelief, to despair, to outright panic. He turns away, not sure of what to do.

"Success!"

"GAH! Oh, Scourge, it's just you," The aged doctor clutches his chest as the familiar green hedgehog walks past him to the window. Scourge is dressed in his typical sunglasses, and frayed leather jacket that exposes the twin scars on his chest.

He has a look of wonder on his face, "I was beginning to think you couldn't do it, Gerald." Scourge eyes the mob below disdainfully, "Too bad these people got to be such spoilsports."

Gerald Robotnik is barely listening, "I have to escape this place!" He bolts into the next room to pack some bags.

"And where are you going to go?" Scourge leans on a rail on a suspended walkway, looking down at the frazzled doctor. "Most of your experiments have already convinced most of the world that you're crazy. Why else would you have to put your lab in such a backwater place like this? Hell, I'm willing to bet that's why the mob is outside." Lightning flashes, momentarily illuminating the mocking, shark-toothed grin on his face.

"I'll take him far away, where no one can ever find him," Gerald doesn't look up as he hurriedly stuffs articles of clothing into a wooden trunk.

"Sorry, bud," Scourge says from his stance on top of the fireplace behind Gerald. "But I can't let you do that." Gerald turns to look at Scourge sharply. Scourge continues, "You've been very useful, but I'll be taking him off of your hands now."

Gerald is a little scared as he gives Scourge a confused look, "I don't understand..."

Suddenly Scourge is standing on top of the trunk, slamming it shut. Gerald has always known about Scourge's speed, but it still unnerves him at the best of times.

"Why do you think I brought you here, and gave you this castle," Scourge snarls, he can't stand it when people pretend to be stupid, or are actually stupid. "Why else would I give you all your toys for a lab?"

"You... You said that you believed in my work," Gerald looks at Scourge with a pitiful look.

Scourge grins, "I do." His voice is less angry now, and more amused, "And it's, as you said yourself, "A triumph of Science." But now It'll be a major part in my plans."

Gerald stands, and looks at Scourge suspiciously, "What plans?"

Meanwhile the gates below have been broken, and the Mob charges through. Spike is among the first, and he's grinning like a Loon. Looks like I'll be busy at work come Sunrise, he thinks to himself with a maniacal grin.

"My God," Gerald says, backing away from Scourge, and bumping into the tank with his creation. "I would kill myself before helping you." He looks over his shoulder at his creation, which has swam to the side of the tank to look at him curiously.

"Go ahead," Scourge says casually. "I actually don't need you anymore."

Both Gerald, and the creature look at him sharply as Scourge drums his fingers on the tank glass. "I just need him... He is the key..."

Gerald looks at his creation with soft eyes, and presses a hand to the glass, "I could never let him be used for such evil." The creature within looks back at the doctor, and presses his own hand to the Gerald's through the glass.

"I could," Scourge says with a bit of mirth in his voice. He looks over at Gerald, and slowly advances on him with a cold gaze. "In fact, my babes won't leave me alone about it..." Unbeknown to either of them, the creature begins to glare at Scourge with a burning hatred.

Gerald backs up slowly to stay out of reach of Scourge, "Bean, help me!"

A green Duck pokes his head from around some machinery, "Jee, I would Doc... But Scourge is the guy that pays me, plus he scares me."

"Damn straight," Scourge grins, licking his sharp teeth.

Gerald feels something press into his back, and sees a sword hanging on the wall. He hurriedly yanks it off the wall and points it at Scourge, "Stay back!"

Scourge, taken momentarily off guard, reflexively takes a step back before breaking into a wide grin. "You can't kill me, Doc," there's a laugh in his words as he steps into the sword. Gerald watches in horror as the sword blade bends, and then breaks against Scourge's chest. Scourge jumps over the useless hilt, and grabs the doctor by the front of his coat.

Scourge grins at the doctor, showing his teeth, "I make Death wet itself." Scourge grabs Gerald's mustache, and rips half of it off. He yowls in pain, rearing back his head, and clutching his face. With his throat exposed, Scourge lunges forward, and sinks his teeth into the doctor's jugular. Bean looks a bit greener in the face, and turns away towards the window. He sees the mob down below.

Bean's eyes widen, "Hey, there's a party down there! I'll be back later, Scourge!" Scourge doesn't even notice as the duck runs off waving, nor does he notice the glass tank burst open.

Scourge jumps out of the way as the body of Gerald Robotnik crumples to the ground. He makes a face, and spits out the wad of flesh in his teeth. He wipes a hand across his mouth, "Okay, not one of my better ideas. That tasted terrible..."

He trails off as he turns to see the busted tank, still leaking fluids. He looks around in time to see a piece of machinery flying right at him, and knocking him into the fireplace. The creature picks up his creator, and flees the laboratory.

Outside, Bean exits through a side door in the keep, and starts making his way towards the mob. Only a few seconds behind him, the door opens again as Dr. Robotnik is carried away by his creation. Bean turns to look at them, and smiles with a wave.

"Bye! See you later, Professor Gerald!"

His voice carries to the mob, which halts at the sound of the doctor's name. "Look," Spike shouts excitedly. "He's headed to the windmill, come on!" Bean turns at the sound of the approaching mob, and runs up to them. Eager to join the fun, one of the townspeople hands him a torch, and he starts chasing the dead doctor too.

Within Castle Robotnik Scourge tosses the hunk of metal off of him before stepping out of the fireplace. His fur isn't even singed, though he does have to beat a few flames out of his jacket. He does not look pleased in the slightest. The light in the room takes on a purplish hue, and a terrible cry fills the laboratory.

The monster makes it to the windmill, and barricades the door behind him. Then he starts making his way up the stairs of the windmill, his heavy shoes crushing a few bottles of Absinthe on his way up. Outside the mob has surrounded the windmill, angry shouts accompanied by Bean's excited yelling. Beside him stands Spike.

"Burn it," Spike shouts with glee. "Burn it down!"

Bean glances at Spike before tossing his torch onto the windmill. Suddenly almost everyone is throwing their torches, flames licking the ancient wood. Because Absinthe has a large amount of alcohol in it, the windmill is in flames in a matter of seconds. As the mob shouts in triumph, the door on the highest level of the windmill opens, and the creature step out onto the balcony. His breathing is heavy as he eyes the crowd below. He takes a deep breath, and lets out a cry of rage, and anguish.

The mob is abruptly quieted as they take in the image of what will be later called Robotnik's Monster. The body of the doctor rest in the arms of a black hedgehog with red stripes in his quills, and red eyes that seem to glow evilly in the firelight. The Monster is panting as he stares at the mob, and then he takes a deep breath before shouting, "WHY?!"

Spike gives the Monster a look of disgust, and a aged fox beside him faints into the arms of a pair of Echindas. Bean looks around, disappointed. Is the party over already?

Behind the mob is the sound of shattering glass, which attract their attention. An orb of purple light contrasts with the dark storm clouds. It flies across the sky to be met by three more violet lights.

"Hey Scourge!" Bean waves up at his boss from the mob. The Mobians around him begin to panic at the sound of the evil hedgehog's name.

"Scourge?!"

"Did he say Scourge?!

"Run!"

"He's going to kill us!"

With shouts of fear the crowd quickly dissolves as they flee for their lives. The Monster pays them no mind as he watches the still face of his creator. "Father..." He moans, and tears fall from him eyes. He lets loose a final cry of sorrow as the floor beneath him gives way.

Scourge pays the mob no mind as he lands a few meters away from the burning remains of the windmill. The light around him fades, and the three behind him also fade as they land. Female sobs reach his ears as he stares at the dancing flames. He balls his fists as his plans literally go up in smoke.

This isn't over, he vows silently. Not by a long shot...

Backstage:

(HTKWolfe: "Aaaand CUT! That's a wrap people! Nice work Scourge, go have have a drink. Honestly I wasn't sure how this was gonna turn out, considering this was my first time working with you, and Bean."

Scourge: "No sweat, I'm having fun out there."

HTKWolfe: "Glad to hear it, because you're one of the major players in this story."

Sonic: "Oh he's a Player alright," Sonic doubles over laughing.

HTKWolfe: "Can someone get Sonic to the Make-up department? And somebody get him his costume!"

Sonic: "Wait... Costume?"

HTKWolfe: Is handed a Notice, "Um, people, we have an issue! We just got a notice from our Plot Bunny sponsors that if we can't get at least five reviews per chapter then they'll refuse to help us post the next chapter." Looks towards the reader, "That means we need your help out there, Please reveiw!")