So, yeah, another drabble project. This one will have 100 chapters, even if it takes me a million years. :D This doesn't have a plot. Just a bunch of random drabbles I write about certain points in the games or just things that come to mind. So enjoy. :D
closing walls and ticking clocks
freefalling
The heat in the small hallway was almost too much. He could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck as he ran. The inferno, exploding toward him, was close, too close for comfort. Feeling the flames licking at him made him run faster, desperate for an escape but not ready to panic yet.
There had to be a way out of here.
He couldn't get out the way he came in. The explosion had made sure of that. The inferno had blocked his only way of escape, and now he was searching, the closest to death he had ever been. He could hear the destruction taking place behind him, and didn't dare look over his shoulder.
Robotnik was somewhere in front of him. Or maybe he was out by now. In a last ditch attempt to escape from his defeat, Robotnik had detonated self destruct on his Death Egg. Now, all his hard work was crumbling and falling to the ocean below. And he hoped it hurt. He hoped it hurt as bad as the flames would eating at him. Everything Robotnik had worked so hard on creating just to destroy his enemy was falling to pieces into the ocean.
But in his last attempt, he may have found victory in the loss.
The heat was overwhelming now. He knew he had to get out now. He felt the air quiet suddenly, as if God above had answered his silent prayer for an exit. He saw the sky seconds later, the roaring of the inferno behind him and the roaring of the wind deafening him. The sky...it was so blue. And he couldn't see a cloud in it. An exit...an exit. He was going to live.
He saw nothing but sky as he near the opening. Nothing but sky. All he could do to escape death by fire was to jump.
Without hesitation, just as the flames singed his fur, he jumped.
The fire roared as it shot overhead. He heard the final explosion as the Death Egg finally fell, and he fought to avoid getting struck by the debris. He kept falling...falling...falling.
The feeling was amazing. It was as if there was nothing else but sky, as if the entire world had disappeared. He didn't dare look down, didn't dare ruin the final moments he had by panicking at the sight of the water. He simply admired the sun, low in the sky, as it neared the horizon, ready to depart for another night. The sky seemed bloodshot, crimson as if someone had painted it with blood.
The sight was amazing, and as he fell, he admired it. And he thought.
He thought of Green Hill Zone, thought of how all the animals were probably coming back out, the threat of Robotnik no more. He thought of the other places that Robotnik had attacked, wondering if the animals were returning home where they belonged.
He thought about Tails, flying somewhere over the ocean. He had feared the danger for the kitsune had been too much, and he told Tails to not stay, to keep flying. It was his battle. Now, he somewhat regretted the decision. But at least Tails was safe. At least he could have that away from his thoughts.
And finally, he thought of Robotnik. Where was the fatass now? Was he hovering somewhere over the ocean, wondering if his last attempt had worked and his enemy was burning to death like he hoped. He hoped the scientist was hurting, hurting for all he lost in the explosion. And he hoped he knew his enemy was alive...because he was coming back for him.
His thoughts were broken by the sound of a planes engine. He opened his eyes - he didn't realize he hadn't closed them - and saw the blue of the ocean mixing with the crimson and orange of the darkening sky as he twisted and fell toward his death. He could see the plane, see where the loud noise was coming from, and a smile crossed his lips as he saw his plane, the Tornado, closing in on him. The melancholy feeling that surrounded his brain lifted. He was saved.
Tails smiled at him, waving from the plane seat. He waved back, twisting slightly as to land right when the plane flew under him. The biplane roared beneath him, and Sonic the Hedgehog landed on the top on his feet, almost losing balance as the plane rose to meet him. The roaring blocked out any other noises, but from the top wings, he peered down into the cockpit and gave Tails a grin and a thumbs up. The kitsune returned it, his fur ruffled in the wind.
Sonic turned and took a long look at the sunset as the two flew back to their home, back to where they belonged. Where, hopefully, they would live in peace for, at least, a few months.