Beautiful Disaster
By DawnOfForelsket
Chapter One
'Le Homme En Noir'
They were like tall towers while he was the unfinished buliding.
He cowered under their venomous glares, his dual appendages curled around his torso, as if'd it protect him from them. The tallest, who called himself "K.C", (kid crusher), took a step towards him.
"Where's my sugar?" He asked, a crooked, toothy, grin etched on his face. "Speak now, or suffer da conquests."
Despite his shakiness, the kit spoke up, albeit quietly. "I-I think ya m-mean consequences, K.C.."
The metaphorical "tower" froze a second before scoffing. "Whadd'ya know 'bout grammar, Blemish?"
Blemish. You may think that one's harsh, but look through the whole assortment, first: Mistake, Street Scum, Geek Boy, Highway Accident, Squirrel Dung, and others that he didn't exactly understand. What on earth did failed abortion mean?
Anyways, the fox tried his best to think of the nicknames as harmless friend titles. Something you'd call your best buddy. But after reading the dictionary, it became difficult to think that way.
He was thrown into the present when something lifted him from the floor; and from his tails, nevertheless. He mewled feebly, trying to twist out his captor's grasp. "Now, you stupid piece of trash, where did ya put my cash?!" Before the cub could respond, he was slapped across his face and thrown on the rough, cold, cement. He whimpered, rubbing his cheek.
"I didn't tuh-take your m-money, K.C, I p-promise.." He saw his attacker's comrades snicker, then one of them commented:
"You heard him, K.C, plus, he promises!" Then, the three burst out hideous cackles.
Say something, you dolt! Don't let them treat you like this!
Fight them! Show them that your not a wussy!
Stand up for yourself, do something!
I-I..I-.." He snuffled, blinking back tears.
"Oh, is the poor little garbage bin crying!? Boo-hoo, how sad! Woe is he!" The tower taunted, elicting more laughter from his followers.
The dirtied kit rose unsteadily, stumbling away from his tormentors with teary eyes. He sniffled and whined softly, 'Pathetic.You do this to yourself.'
Time Skip
He thrashed and yelped as the needle of the syringe was pushed forcefully into his arm. His protests apparently fell on deaf ears, since the process continued.
'No! Not again!' His eyelids became heavy, every movement more and more sluggish. Firm restraints were fastened around his wrists, and a sliver blob came into view.
Through his blurry vision, he could tell that the item became thin and acute towards the top, and was being held by a gloved hand. It's tip was sharp enough to cut through flesh.
Just like a...
He awoke abruptly, face dripping in sweat, his breathing quick and raspy. He bit his lip looking around himself. No hospital bed, no syringes, no..No scalpel.
He took a small, short breath, shaking his head. "Your okay, Sonic, your okay." He slipped out of his "bed" (a pile of unwashed rags). He yawned, stretching his tired muscles. He went through his dull, uneventful morning schedule. He ate 10 chili-dogs, brushed his teeth, ran a few laps around his house, bathed. Yup, everyday things.
He now strapped on his shoes, adjusting the buckles. "Today will be way past cool. I'm gonna run, nap, explore, run! I might even socially interact with someone! Haha, funny joke, self." He did a few push-ups, sit-ups, speech practices..
He brushed back his quills, a confident smirk plastered on his face. "Alrighty, let's go!" He zoomed out his door, emerald eyes bright in the sunlight. He dashed down the forest pathway, raising to speeds near Mach 1.
He dodged branches and bushes and shrubs and trees, reaching Mach 3 four minutes in. Some hikers and bikers stopped to gawk at him, but he wasn't sure why.
He was going pretty slow, afterall.
The day went past fairly quick, pun entirely intended. He was a blue blur, flashing past the woods at supersonic speeds. Hence, his name: Sonic. He took a break around noon, plopping down by a old oak tree. "Hi, Henry, how are you?"
He imagined "Henry" (the tree) responding with: "Great! How about you, Sonic?" The two continued their conversation until a odd noise sounded from the other side of Henry. "Was that you Henry?"
"No imbecile, I'm an inanimate tree. There is actually something on the other side of me."
"Geez, no need for insults, cranky old man." The hedgehog crawled across the lush,green, grass towards the cause. It sounded like slow breathing, and he hesitated before looking to see what had made the noise. He saw a cloaked figure, who had a flat fedora propped lazily on his head.
Sonic froze, eyes wide as he anticipated movement. Nothing. 'Is he dead?' Tentatively, he inched closer. Reaching out a shaky hand, he poked the immobile enigma. Nothing. Sonic sighed. 'Finding a corpse wasn't on my agenda for today..' He was about to retreat back to his home, but was interrupted by a grunting sound. 'Dead bodies don't make noise, do they?' He saw the hand of the figure (which was quite gigantic) twitch, and moments later it's eyes flew open.
Violet, shining, eyes. Luminous was an extreme understatement. He gaped at the sight, before regaining compososure and awkwardly waving his hand. "Uh, hi?" It was more of a question than a greeting.
The cloaked figure jumped, apparently startled. He quickly rose to his feet, and took a step back from Sonic. "I-" He noticed his voiced sounded squeaky, so he tried again in a much deeper tone, "I've got to go.."
The blue möbian just now noticed how short the cloaked person was. He was barely any taller than him. Maybe he was a midget? And what was up with that voice crack earlier? "Wait, don't go!" Sonic had surprised himself by saying it, but continued anyway. "I have a question, i-if that's okay with you?"
The "midget" stiffened. "Uh, sorry kid,but I'm, uh, extremely busy. I've got, uhm, work to tend to! Gotta feed the family, right?!" He than laughed unsurely, taking another step back. "So, uh, see ya!" And he was gone, but not without dropping his fedora.
"Wait, your hat!" But the strange "man" had left. He took up the headwear, eyeing it supciously. He looked in the direction where the figure had left.
He shifted into a running position, eyes narrowed in determination. " 'Project Hat Delivery' is a go!"