Bam!
I'm back with another Sonic fanfic.

Rated T for violence and swearing.

Reno laid back on his bed. He looked at his hand. For a flash he saw it covered with blood. He clenched it and closed his eyes. Reno was an icy blue wolf. His muzzle was white as snow. He had a similar icy blue tail. His left eye was forest green, and his right eye was milky white, white he usually hid by brushing his fur over it. He figured he should go visit Hornet. Reno got up, he wore baggy black pants, high-top sneakers, and no shirt more often then not. On his right hand he had a silver ring on each finger. On his left wrist he had a black leather bracelet. He walked through central square keeping an eye out for Hornet's apartment. Reno looked at the clock on a building. 3:28 p.m. "Damn." Reno said under his breath. He found his way to Hornet's and knocked. No one answered so he went in anyway. Hornet never minded when he did that.

Hornet's house was constantly a mess. Hornet was an artist and was always locked in his room, painting or drawing. Hornet never said much, in fact, nobody actually knew his name. But he always wore a yellow jacket and a black shirt so everybody called him Hornet. "Yo Hornet? Ya here?" Reno walked to Hornet's room and opened it. Hornet was working on a painting.

"Hey." Hornet said. If Hornet said anything it was only to acknowledge somebody's presence. Reno liked that. Hornet was a good listener. And if he ever had a real problem, Hornet always gave him advice.

"Whatcha painting?" Reno asked. Hornet grunted and pointed at a sketch sitting on his bed. It was a cloud formation. The way it was being painted made it look beautiful. Reno sighed and fell back on Hornet's bed. Hornet was a tall, skinny, grey, hawk. Hornet, as mentioned, usually wore a yellow jacket and a black shirt. He would often wear sunglasses because his eyes were always red and had bags under them from staying up all night. Hornet liked classical music. Which made sense because he was a very artistic person. Reno however, resented almost all music other then punk rock. Reno stood up. "You kinda busy?" He asked. Hornet grunted. By now Reno had grown to understand what Hornet's various sounds meant. "'Kay. See ya." Reno left.

Great. He thought. There goes the one interesting thing that I had to do. Reno bumped into some one, while lost in thought. Reno fell back a bit. "Hey pal watch where you're..." Reno froze. The person he had bumped into was an enormous bear. He was brown with a white stomach and wore a large grey sweatshirt and jeans. The look in his deep, black, eyes, was terrifying. The bear kept walking, it's hands in it's coat pocket. It still had it's eyes on him. Reno kept walking, his heart beating at twice it's normal speed. One of The Kings. The Kings were the biggest gang in the area. They'd have you killed if you parked in the wrong space. Reno was glad he was alive. Though he might not be for long.

He got home and called his girlfriend. "Mushi mushi." She answered. Sammy always answered like that. It was strange. The two were polar opposites. Reno, a dark, loner type personality. Sammy, a happy-go-lucky, preppy personality. Sammy was the only person that could make him laugh. Sammy was a pure black dog. Her ears were longer then normal and she had pierced both 3 times. She always wore skinny jeans, arm warmers, a red bandanna, and a pink jacket.

"Hey Sammy." Reno said.

"Reno, you okay? You sound more depressed then usual." Sammy said.

"Hah hah." Reno replied sarcastically. "Anyway, I bumped into one of The Kings a minute ago."

"Oh god! Are you okay? Did they beat you up?" Sammy asked, worried.

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lay low for a while." Reno told her.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea huh?" Sammy said. "Want me to come over?"

"Sure. That'd be cool." Reno said. "It cool with your folks?"

"Oh please. You think they really care?" They didn't. Sammy's parents had never properly cared for her. Essentially, she lived by herself. That's why Reno had always been drawn to her. Behind her jokes, there was a lost soul.

"Alright, see you in a bit. Love you." Reno said.

"Love you too Wolfy. Buh-bye!" Reno smiled slightly and hung up. She sometimes called him Wolfy. On account that well, he was a wolf. He called her Sparkles sometimes, because once she had worn a really shiny bracelet, and the whole day it had shined in his face, and she also obsessed over the Twilight books whereas he couldn't stand them, and the "vampires" in Twilight sparkled in the sun for some reason. Reno was 18, Sammy was 17. They'd been dating for about a year and a half. To be honest, Reno really liked her. He had never really connected to anybody he had dated previously, but somehow, something inside him, and inside her, really clicked. They had been good friends in middle school, and When they were in high school, Sammy asked him out and he had said yes. Since then it had been great.

In thinking of the old days, Reno almost didn't hear Sammy knock. He answered and she hugged him. Reno pushed her off and she mock frowned. "C'mon Wolfy, all I want is a hug." Reno actually enjoyed it when she hugged him but his personality was too dark to tell her that. Honestly he didn't really choose to be the way he was. When he was in middle school he was always quiet and didn't have many friends. Thus people called him: emo, goth, etc. And he just sort of conformed to what society thought of him. Sammy waved her hand in front of his face. "You in there Wolfy?" She asked playfully. "You're always too quiet. You've got to brighten up a little."

"Well maybe you just have to get a little darker." Reno replied.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Wolfy." Reno leaned over to her and motioned to whisper something in her ear.

"Sparkles." Is all he said. Then he leaned back out and chuckled.

"When are you gonna stop calling me that?" Sammy said, fake pouting.

"When you stop calling me Wolfy. Now c'mon, let's go to the living room." Reno owned his own apartment. He had offered for Sammy to live with him but she said she didn't want to be a burden. Though she often spent days at a time with him. Reno turned the TV to the news and the two sat watching it. The Kings had tagged several more places and two teens were supposedly killed by them. Reno's heart pounded, and Sammy snuggled closer to him. Reno ran his hand through Sammy's fur. As a silent way of telling her it would be alright. It started to get late. Sammy yawned. "You gonna stay here?" Reno asked.

"Is that," She yawned again. "Okay with you?" Reno nodded and went to get some blankets for her. He set her up and kissed her goodnight before going to his own room. The Kings don't scare me. Even if they jump me, I have a secret weapon. Reno fell asleep on this thought.

Alright!
Chapter one of Absolute Zero complete.
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