Hello! Here's my latest story, 'My life sucks; the musical!' and it's all about Fliara's future life as a wrongly accused criminal and murderer. I got the idea from the role fliara layed in Return to Station Square, written by Behind the Shadow, (who has sadly left fanfiction dot net.) which you should really read before reading this. Although these stories are similiar- they differa great amount. In Shadow's story, Station Square didn't become sin city.
For those of you who do not know, Fliara is my OC for the Sonic the Hedgehog series. But, however, since songfics are outlawed if not in the songfic category, I will follow the rules and put this in the songfic category rather than the Sonic the Hedgehog category.
The characters in this story- for instance, Yang, are usually borrowed from other authors on the site. However, Sonic, sation square and all other sega-claimed objects/caracters belong to them, and not to me or doomface corporations. Fliara and Nobody, however, are indeed my characters.
Each chapter will have it's own heavy metal song- however, due to the SILLY rules- I will not have the lyricsto the song. You can see the lyric edition on deviantart, though. The link to my account is on my profile. The plot is in the sumary. Have a nice day!
Ebony eyes stared down at the City Street below them, widening in surprise. It had looked like a much shorter fall from the ground. He swallowed nervously. He knew this was the only way. How else...? He could never touch a knife again, no, not after what happened... Never again. For a second he still stared down, but closed his eyes. The height was making him dizzy.
...He didn't want to do this. But he had to. Too many people had gotten hurt because of him. Far too many. The guilt was too much. He had known, since that first day of blood and turmoil, that someday it would become to extreme to bear. In all truthfulness, he believed that day had been years ago, but this had been the only chance he had.
He couldn't change how things where. He remembered the rants about 'destiny' and 'fate' that far to many people had spat in his face. Now he realized they were right.
He placed a foot on the edge of the building's roof, feeling his balance waver at the change of position. He again swallowed nervously. Would it hurt? Yes. He had experienced much pain, but as far as he could tell he hadn't died from any of it. He had very little experience in the field of dying. And, for the first time in years... he was a little scared.
But it was what had to be done.
Yang placed the other foot over the edge- and let himself fall.
(A day earlier)
Months, now.
Had it really been that long?
...Since what?
Fliara remembered- Months since she had gotten sick.
It had happened in November- if she remembered right. Why hadn't she known better? She was cold-blooded! The rain, the snow, the cold... why hadn't she done something about it? Of course she would have gotten sick!
The dragon sighed and tried to quicken her pace, pulling her heavily pocketed trench coat around her and quickly fastening the three buckles around her waist. It's not like she had much choice. She didn't have anywhere to go. And if she went to the hotels, they would find her. They would catch her.
They. They hadn't always been after her. There used to be a time- a happy time- where she was just a kid, having adventures with her brother, knuckles, and her friends, Tails, Amy, Big...
But then, he ruined all of it. And that's when the friendly and bustling town of station square became a hellhole. Her town.
Sonic. The blue beast. The monster. Fliara shuddered at his horrible name. Fliara once again-had beaten Sonic in a spar. Maybe it was then that childish rivalry moved into bitter loathing, and then into bitter and mal-sustaining hate. Had she not seen it coming that he would do anything for her demise and her- the same for his?
It hadn't been her fault. Sonic had attacked her first. But what could she have said? That she 'accidentally' sliced open his leg? That she 'accidentally' nearly crippled him for life?
Sonic had gotten better but he would never run as fast as he could have again. He could still run faster than anyone else could, but that was never good enough for Sonic.
Maybe if Fliara and Sonic had been friends, then maybe he wouldn't have taken it so hard. But Fliara had chosen to make him an enemy. And so he took it as hard as possible. Lawsuits, warrants for her arrest- lies about murders and burglaries that were never committed- it was because of him that the 'dome' was built.
Fliara hated the dome. More than anything. The huge, metallic hemi-sphere that surrounded the city. Four entrances on the cardinal directions allowed trains, trucks, busses, and deliveries to be made from either by land or to the airport next to the dome. But they were heavily guarded, and Fliara would b shot if she tried to get out there... Displays on the 'dome' allowed people to see beautiful galaxies swirl and dance at night and bright blue sky at day- even clouds and snow in the winter. It was equipped with wind and rain- perfect climate control- and materials that made the sun look so realistic in the sky. It was a sheer work of genius, a miraculous protective shell over the city. But Fliara hated it. It was built to keep her inside. Sonic had said it was 'to protect the city' or that's what he must have said to Tails, who designed it. While it was being built Fliara had tried to escape. But Sonic would always be there to catch her. Every time, he or Tails or someone else would catch her, and corral her back into the city.
Tails... He had been her best friend. Sadly, he had been Sonic's best friend as well. And now Tails had built it- the horrible, horrible bowl of metal that trapped her like a fly in this terrible city. She could not get out. She could not get back to the desert oasis in Africa, which had been her home for nearly all her childhood She was stuck here.
Fliara shivered and pulled her wings closer to her beneath the cloak. She could never show her wings when people were watching. Her wings were her best features. The entire back was now covered in strong, red scales, and in the front, Black hide was stretched between the five red finger-like bones. They were beautiful. But she could never let anyone see her wings. Then they would know- they would know it was she, and they would tell them.
Them. Were everywhere. They were on the busses, the rooftops. They were cops- but they certainly could not be human- not the way they moved, the way they could look for her so persistently. Tails and Sonic had probably made them together. Fliara would have screamed in rage- but it would draw attention to herself. She should never draw attention to herself. That's why she only went out at night- when no one could see her.
Baggy, black cargo pants hang around her hips and a tattered red sash functioned as a belt. Red-netted pockets and zippers and other things she had learned to sew on herself covered the entire fabric- she needed all the pockets she could get- every thing that belonged to her would be in them. The same thing went for her trench coat. Three buckles wrapped around he waist- they were snug and thick. The coat hung around her ankles, but otherwise would billow out behind her, all the while covering her wings. Beneath the coat, a red tube-top, adorned with the image of a black dagger was the only article of clothing besides the prementioned she owned.
Fliara moaned as she staggered due to her sickness-induced dizziness. She brushed her orange hair- streaked with black and white highlights (Fliara had no idea how it grew like that) and done up in a ponytail, leaving two long bangs that outlined her face. She had to get to the hospital. If she was careful, and did not let them see her face, maybe she could sneak in, buy some medicine with the money she stole- (she hadn't wanted to but it was the only way- she had only taken $20) and then she might get better.
Fliara sighed, folding her clawed fingers together (her fingers were basically golden-colored knives) and leaning against the wall. She needed a rest.
Tails and Sonic- and the others- were old now. Many of them dead. Tails had lived- but he was very old now, and Shadow had gone crazy and killed himself years ago. Fliara sighed; wondering how long it would take before she did the same. She couldn't keep living like this- trapped in a god-forsaken city where she would never be any more than a criminal. Stealing from supermarkets at night for food- mugging people on the streets for medicine...
Fliara coughed, and fell to her knees, feeling her lungs burn in agony. She felt like she was dying- but knew it wasn't so. She had felt like she was dying for months. For some reason, her health had remained at the same state it had been since the second month that she got sick.
After coughing up some green sludge- (that was Fliara's least favorite part) the dragon moaned and stood up, stumbling to the hospital once gain. It was only a corner away.
She wished that she could fly there- but she could barely move her wings. The sickness had done this to her. If she could just get some medicine, some good food and a few days rest...
But she could never rest. Because they would find her. They always did.
She coughed again, but not as hard. Her wings- her poor wings- had barely gotten any exercise since she had gotten sick. She could no longer fly as high or fast as she used to. Once she had gotten to the surface of the dome, and saw the monitors that displayed pictures of the sky- but once she touched it-
...It had been painful.
If not for the exercises she tried to do each morning and night, her wings would have deteriorated to nothing. She sighed. Maybe that would have been for the best. Then she wouldn't be so tempted to fly- to take of the cloak and soar up to the dome- and just shatter it, even thought that was impossible (she had tried many times)- and soar and fly for miles and miles as she had done before all of this happened...
Eggman had died a long time ago. But the city had disintegrated. It was now more like New York City than the Station Square she knew and loved. It was big- so Fliara had many places to fly during the night (if she was healthy enough-, which wasn't the case today) but it was a bad, bad, noisy place. And it was filled with Them. But Fliara had a place in the city- a place where they didn't often look for her. She couldn't stay there forever- but she could stay there for a while. There was a torn up, ruined couch- missing one leg, a broken window, and many holes in the ceiling, but there was a radiator! Oh how Fliara had loved that little place. But the only way there was flying, and Fliara couldn't fly anymore...
She finally got to the hospital, and shakily opened the door- scared out of her wits that she would be caught. She stepped into the building- and sadly, into the light- but tried to keep cool- even though she knew she must look horrible. She flipped a black, synthetic wool hood over her head- making her nearly unrecognizable, and walked up to the pharmacy counter. The worker looked up from the magazine he was reading- and smiled- until he got a good look at the customer. Fliara could tell he was a little disturbed by her red and black clothing- but he was trying his best to be polite. The orange echidna tried to form a grin.
"What are you here for, miss?" He asked. Fliara tried to smile warmly- but as usual it came out dark and cruel. She sighed, and gave up with the smile. Too many years of dark, sadistic humor were working against her.
"What's the strongest OTC for bronchial infection you have for under $20?" Fliara asked, trying not to sound too anxious. She couldn't help it- she was worried of being caught. But she needed the medicine.
"Umm... that would be... let me check." The echidna turned to the shelves behind him.
"I'm kind of in a hurry." Fliara insisted, still trying to sound unsuspicious.
"Okay." He answered, filing though the shelves. Fliara shifted her weight, and fiddled with a pocket zipper on her left thigh. In a few minutes, the echidna came back, and placed something called 'breathe-easy' on the counter. What a lame brand name... Fliara thought to herself. She thanked the echidna, and put the twenty dollars on the counter, and quickly swiping the medicine into her pocket. She turned to leave as fast as possible, trying to stifle a cough.
"Wait!" The echidna called out. Fliara froze in her tracks. Had he caught her? She didn't dare move, unless he had a gun pointed towards her, or was about to push the alarm button.
Every store seemed to have an alarm button just for her. She sighed. How convenient.
"You forgot your change." He said. Fliara sighed, but did not relax fully.
"Keep it."
"It's five dollars- I can't. It's against store policy." He said. Fliara sighed exasperatedly.
"Keep it."
"I could get fired." He said. Fliara groaned, and hurriedly rushed over and snatched the five dollars and three pennies from the echidna, turning to leave again. Once again, he stopped her.
"That cough sounds pretty bad- you should see the doctor."
"No thanks."
"No, really, I can get you an appointment right now, I-"
"NO!" She shouted. The echidna jumped back, and Fliara's hand flew to her mouth. She knew she was caught now.
"Wait- ...you're... y-you're that d-dragon!"
"No, no! Quiet, kid!" She exclaimed, waving her hands in front of her. He ignored her, and reached for the phone-
Fliara wouldn't let him. No. Never. Her clawed hand flew to her gun pocket- she quickly grabbed the small hand-pistol and shot the echidna in the back. He fell to the ground.
The dragon quickly turned and ran out of the building, ignoring the burning in her chest. Once outside, she ran around the corner and collapsed in exhaustion, breathing heavily. She returned the gun, filled with harmless stun bullets, to her pocket. The echidna would wake up in three hours with a sore back and no memory of how he had gotten on the floor.
She quickly looked to the package...
...Take three tablets daily for extreme cases, putting four hours between each tablet. DO NOT OVERDOSE. Side effects may include drowsiness and mild headaches. If severe headaches or nausea persist, see a doctor.
Fliara sighed, opened the package, and popped a tablet in her mouth, swallowing it quickly. It tasted awful. But this could make her fly again. She sat down for a moment, trying to normal her breathing, and stood up, half- limping in exhaustion away from the pharmacy.
Finally, she got to the dark alley she had called home for the past five months, and curled into her newspaper-lined corner. It had been about four hours, so she took another tablet, and lay down to sleep, letting her wings out of the trench coat for the night- exercising them, and curling up inside of them. She had been very lucky today, it had not rained, she hadn't been caught, and she finally got the medicine. And all it had cost was $20 dollars from a stranger's pocket and a few hours from a teenager' conscious. How was that a crime? She had to do it to survive. She couldn't' do anything else. They had enough forged evidence to lock her away forever. And so this was her life. Stealing from supermarkets, staying in the shadows, and trapped like a mouse. She sighed. But at least she wasn't one of the drug-addicts or worse of this forsaken city. It was bad, but it could be worse, and Fliara was thankful.
This town is our town...
So, how did you like it so far? Should I continue? Please answer truthfully.
This fic is basically goign to mock all philosophy and reason ever set down by the greatest people of our time. The plot is going to continue to the friendship of Yang and Fliara, to shocking plot twists and cooky quirks that I'm sure you'll all enjoy.
By the way, the song for this chapter was 'This town' by J.O.J. It was a demo song, and never released to the public. The chapter was only based on the song, however. No lyrics are included in this version and I am thusly not breaking the rules.