Reflection of Fate
Author's Notes: I haven't written anything like this for a while, so I hope this doesn't disappoint those who read. Certain characters who should be known within this category of fic (Eg. Tails, Scourge etc.) are property of SEGA and/or Archie Comics. Those who you do not know or have heard of are property of me. Due to content throughout this fic is rated M for language and violence. Enjoy! (hopefully!)
Prologue: End of the beginning
"So long, Scumbag...maybe you can melt that ice cold heart of yours where you're going..."
Tasia watched unblinking as the plain wooden casket was lowered into the ground. The light breeze ruffling her fur and the soft orange glow as the sun began to set did nothing to sway her gaze on the coffin descending into the dry cracked soil. Then again...Tasia wasn't any ordinary Mobian by most standards...ordinary wasn't her style.
A modest sports car pulled up in the car park not far from the grave's plot. Given her workload still to do, and her lack of pity, or any emotion for the newest resident of Six-Foot-Under Street, as she called it, Tasia called it a day, and left before she was seen or saw anybody else.
Closing the door of her luxury black executive car (she would call it a Mercedes, but then again...no one usually argued with her and got out uninjured), the white-furred lupine headed back to her office, deep in the heart of Metropolis Zone. It wasn't Ice Cap Zone, but it wasn't far away from the places that made her life that little bit better.
Tasia was one of those people you don't forget easily. She never divulged her age to ANYONE (but she was old enough to have seen everything that occured over the years, from Eggman's Scrap Brain Zone right up to his recent Time-Eater scheme). A 5' 9inch wolf with white fur that hid many scars...in previous years she had been an asset to the Army, renowned with sniper rifles too (also earning her unfortunate nickname of Sniper Wolf) and causing more bullet holes than some wars. However, despite this, she was admired by those who served with and under her, and she remained in contact with her dearest friends. In her younger years, her shoulder length hair used to be gelled into a ludicrous mohawk, but time and some maturity had set her and her hairstyle straight...that and her family. Her husband of 30 years, Flame Cynders...a big 6' 6" white tiger with red stripes, he continued to serve as a Secret Service agent, even taking missions from King Maxamillian Acorn himself...and within those 30 years, Tasia managed to have 2 children. Her eldest, Jack, a grey and white wolf with red stripes inherited from his father, had just become a Cadet for the Mobian Army (and despite hating showing her emotions, she was secretly one chuffed wolf). Her youngest, Ember, was a 3 year old tigress, white with gold stripes, who also had an unfortunate tendency to hear and repeat everything her mother said...
"Fuck me...I need a drink..."
Sitting at her desk, she poured a double measure of vodka and added generous amounts of ice. The colder the drink, the better.
Having left the Army, she pursued her other choice in life: Law. Something had always fascinated her about the entire concept, from lowly police cars and handcuffs all the way to the big courthouses and trials. With a little work and dedication, Tasia had managed her goal of becoming a Prosecutor, and now had her own swanky little office on the 14th floor of the Prosecutor's HeadQuarters building. Even though no one was around to hear her words, she spoke nonetheless...
"Son of a bitch...glad he's dead, he cost me a fortune in alcohol, and wrecked my car...goddamn bastard killed thousands...tens of thousands..."
With a rarely seen smile that even Flame wasn't privy to, she lifted her glass in the light of the sunset out of her office windows and toasted to her most recent work.
"Maybe now things will finally return to normal...see you in hell, Scourge"
With a quick down, Tasia emptied her glass and headed home for the night, feeling safe now that the deadliest threat to Mobius since Dr. Eggman was now where he belonged...
Okay, so thats the Prologue...any comments, crits or praise welcomed!
If this does well enough, I might continue onto the main story...:)
