Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Sonic and the canon characters used in this fan fiction are copyrighted by SEGA, Sonic Team Corp., DHX Media, and Archie Comics.
Good day, readers. I'd like to welcome you to an action- packed story entitled "Fists of Chaos!" Let me start by saying that this idea has been consistently conking me upside the head since I was in 6th grade. Years later, I finally decided to bring it to life. I must say that it feels rewarding to do so.
I'll give you guys a brief rundown on how the story was envisioned. This fan-fiction was inspired heavily by the martial arts world and its influence on pop culture: movies, cartoons, sports, anime/manga, and video games (A/N: Fighting games= favorite genre). The storyline takes place in an alternate universe and the cast members included are "anthro" (human height, clothes, etc.). The setting is a cross between a modern and futuristic Earth. In this world, corporations run nearly everything. Civilizations are broken into not only cities and countries, but independent colonies as well. Some locations are based on those of the Sonic franchise (games and comics), while others are fairly original.
The first chapter is basically an introductory piece. It's possible that there may be a few screw-ups and holes here and there, but bear with me, folks (I never said I was a pro at this). Nevertheless, I did the best I could to ensure that this chapter would be somewhat entertaining. With that being said, sit back, relax and let the sick ink infect your mind. Shall we begin our journey?
Rude Awakening
"JUST RUN, SONIC!"
Those were the last words that the young hedgehog heard his mother speak before he found himself fleeing into the night as instructed. The travesty leading to his escape had happened far too quickly for the child to process. Thousands of thoughts and fears clouded Sonic's mind as he frantically searched for safety and sanctuary. With his older brother's unexpected disappearance, his mother and sister's demise, and his home in shambles, the only thing left to remember them by was a photograph of a once happy family.
The more interesting, but equally mysterious memento Sonic possessed was a shining green gem enclosed in a small chest. Throughout his youth, Sonic's mother often mentioned the gem, widely notorious as one of the 7 Chaos Emeralds, as an artifact of inexplicable power and worth. Recalling how his mother would tell tales about how, since early history, many have sought these stones, Sonic started to wonder if the myths were true, and if the attackers have their sights set on it. Suddenly, Sonic found himself in the Central City town square surrounded by cybernetic drones, one of which literally knocking him out of his thoughts. With his back against the ground, the boy stared fearfully as the group of drones slowly closed in. It all seemed as though Sonic was taking his final breaths- THAT, he was well aware of. As the androids locked on target, Sonic could only tearfully prepare himself for death's cold embrace. Everything began to mysteriously fade to a blinding, white glare when…
*THWACK!*
Nearly jumping out of his fur from a brain-rattling noise, Sonic the Hedgehog hazily observed his current surroundings. The night fallen plaza morphed into a radiantly sun lit classroom. The fleet of drones devolved into a hoard of students 16 to 17 years of age. No longer was Sonic trapped in a life-altering predicament, but inside his Central City High School history class. He was greeted with suspicious and confused stares from his peers. An undeniable aura of immense awkwardness was felt in every corner of the classroom. However, that uncomfortable silence was broken by familiar but ear-shattering sounds of a wooden yard stick smashing against the blackboard.
*THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!*
"SONIC MAURICE HEDGEHOG!" A feminine but booming voice angrily exclaimed. Sonic's full attention was quickly directed to his teacher Ms. Dowell, a beautiful, curvy collie in her in her late twenties. Sonic, as well as many of his male peers, considered her drop-dead gorgeous, but she was well-known for her sharp-tongued cantankerousness when provoked. Judging by the scowl on her face, Sonic knew she was thoroughly peeved. "Now that you're awake, would you mind paying attention to the lesson?" Ms. Dowell said, slowly regaining her composure. Sonic, still recollecting himself after his slumber, remembered this was the last day of his junior year, leading into a highly anticipated summer break. In fact Sonic already got a head start on festivities by attending a beach party and sneaking into a nightclub the evening before. Since he didn't return home until it was nearly time for school, consequently, Sonic didn't get much sleep (not that it mattered to him). The last thing on Sonic's mind was a boring history. It was seventh period, and the last day of school, to boot. So why were they still studying? It was time to have a blast! At least that's what Sonic thought. He took a quick glance at the clock above the black board; 2:55 p.m. There were only 5 minutes left before school bell rang, ending the entire student body's endurance of torture.
"Hello! Do you plan on giving me an answer sometime THIS CENTURY, Sonic?!" Ms. Dowell questioned, tapping her foot impatiently. Five minutes. That's all Sonic had before he would taste the sweet sensation of freedom, and, quite frankly, that was all he needed. However, this would be an extensive period of delaying. Being that this was the last school day, any dire ramifications were out of the questions. After a quick moment of consideration, Sonic decided to sacrifice himself by walking right into the fire- for the sake of his classmates!
Throwing all caution to the wind, Sonic nonchalantly responded, "Huh? Oh, I'm awfully sorry, Mrs. D. Guess I wasn't paying attention. Now, what'd ya say again?" "Let me put it in a language YOU can understand: 'Wake up, SHUT up, and focus on the lesson!'" The irritable instructor snapped. When Ms. Dowell was upset, she was a forced to be reckoned with. She had the ability to make even the most vicious football players, wrestlers and bullies shake in their boots. Yet, her intimidating demeanor generated nothing more than a yawn for the spiky blue pupil. Sonic lazily planted the side of his face in his hand and leaned on his desk. "Y' know, I'd really love to, Mrs. D. Your world history lessons have left us so inspired and knowledgeable," Sonic sarcastically replied, yawning again, "but I dunno. It's somethin' about 'em that always seem to make me doze off." Ms. Dowell was appalled by Sonic's flippant remark, but he wouldn't end stop there. "I don't think I'm the only one either. Take a peek at Craig, over there." Ms. Dowell looked towards a muscular, but clearly petrified orange cat. Sonic continued, "Think about THIS for a sec'. We all know this school has its cases of screw-ups and damages, but I seriously doubt that the puddle on his desk is because of a leaking ceiling." A look of disgust crept upon the teacher's face as Sonic pointed to the pool of saliva on Craig's desk top. Various snickers and giggles were heard, but immediately ceased when Ms Dowell shot a glare at her students. "Call me crazy, but hey. I think you might be losing your 'magic touch'", Mrs. D," Sonic said, hunching his shoulders innocently. As the volume of the students' laughs began to rise, so did Ms. Dowell's temper.
*THWACK!*
"KNOCK IT OFF!" She barked, immediately restoring order to the classroom. Ms. Dowell briskly walked over to Sonic's desk with fire in her eyes. Ms. Dowell venomously asked, "Do you really think for a SECOND that I'll just back off and let you do as you please on the last day?! Well I've got news for you, buster," she slammed her yard stick on Sonic's desk and lightly planted it on his nose, "You've got another thing coming." Those last five words were uttered in a tone so sinister that the devil, himself, would get chills. Every student except Sonic feared Ms. Dowell's wrath. Instead, the teenage hedgehog calmly moved the "Scepter of Doom" away from his snout and smirked slyly. "Heeeeeey, now. You're starting t' get a kinda heated, Mrs. D. You've gotta learn how to chill out every now and again, "Sonic said in a mellow voice. "WHAT…DID…YOU…JUST…SAY?" Ms. Dowell replied in disbelief. It was clear to the whole class that she was a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any given moment. Sonic was well aware of this, but he kept his game face on and responded, "You know: 'chill out; 'cool your jets', 'kick back', or just plain 'relaaaaaax'." After a moment of silence between the two, Sonic shook his head in disappointment and frowned at the infuriated collie. "Aw, c'mon. Don't tell me you're that much of a crabapple that you forgot the definition of 'relaxation'! Tsk tsk tsk. What a shame. Tell you what; since you're my absolute FAVORITE teacher n' all, how 'bout I give you a hands on demonstration, hmm?"
Following the proposal, Sonic proceeded to lean back into his chair and prop his feet onto his school desk. This audacious move left Ms. Dowell absolutely speechless. "Seriously? He's joking, right? This has to be a year-end prank or something! If not that, then this kid has clearly flipped his lid! EITHER WAY, I'M NOT AMUSED!" She angrily thought. "Now, I know it may LOOK difficult, but I promise it'll become second nature with a lot of practice. Take it from me," Sonic smugly commented as he reached into his pocket for a piece of fruit flavored candy. He flicked the fruit chew off his thumb and into the air. As he casually placed his hands behind his head, Sonic caught the candy in his mouth and sighed. "Look, Mrs. D. I'm not one to judge, but I think I might know what your deal is: YOU probably need a vacation more than any of US do! And teaching a class about world history is only making matters worse. Why? It's simple, really. You're stuck teaching about all the places you'd kill to visit. I bet you would love to set sail off the coast of Apotos. Or maybe you wanna snag some pasta and garlic bread in Spagonia. I could tell by how enthusiastic you sounded when you talked about 'em this year. You're just dying for that piece of freedom, aren'tcha?"
Ms. Dowell's rage briefly subsided as she took a moment to reflect on the 17-year-old's argument. It was true that she had been working continuously for years since graduating college. Occasionally, Ms. Dowell would be appointed as a summer school instructor (much to her chagrin). As much as she could use the extra money, she needed a break more than anything. Ms. Dowell instantly thought of a plan to use here secret stash of money to book a flight to a place of her choosing. Or maybe she could spend her summer a spa resort, and let a muscular, handsome masseuse rub her troubles away. Ah, the possibilities were seemingly- "I mean, let's be real, here. There's more to life than playing checkers, eating oatmeal, and watching 'International Historian' or 'The Youthful and Agitated' after work, every day. Screaming at us all the time is gonna give you grey hair WAY sooner than you'd expect. And trust me; I checked!" Sonic boldly commented, sure enough, waving a single strand of the canine's grey hair (Well, so much for calming down). Ms. Dowell didn't know what angered her more; Sonic's offensive remarks or her students' laughter. None of that mattered, for the walking time-bomb was finally set to blow in 3…2…1…
*CRRRACK!*
The infamous yard stick had been snapped in half by an enraged Ms. Dowell. At a volume that could have possibly been heard from the top floor of the school to its massive parking lot, she yelled, "LISTEN, YOU LITTLE SMART-ASS! LET'S GET A FEW THINGS A STRAIGHT IN THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS! FIRST OF ALL: THIS IS MY CLASS, AND WHATEVER I SAY GOES; NO 'IFS', 'ANDS', 'BUTS' OR 'MAYBES'! SECOND: JUST WHO GAVE YOU A FREE TICKET TO TALK ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFE?! IS THIS YOUR FUR AND SKIN YOU'RE LIVING IN? DO YOU PAY MY BILLS? NO! SO, IT DOESN'T CONCERN YOU! AND THIRD: FOR THE VERY LAST TIME, YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS 'MS. DOWELL'! NOT 'MRS. D', NOT 'TEACH', NOT 'LADY', BUT 'MS. FRIGGIN' DOWELL'! UNDERSTAND?!"
For several moments, the class sat in dead silence as Ms. Dowell huffed and seethed with anger. Even Sonic was a bit astounded by the outburst, but for an entirely different reason. "Wait a sec'. Did you just say your name is 'Ms. Dowell'? Like 'M-S. Dowell?'" Ms. Dowell narrowed her eyes and retorted, "Did I stutter? Or were you just 'dozing off' again?" Sonic, laughing joyfully, cheered, "WOOO! AW YEAH, BABY! Looks like this one is still a free agent, fellas! You know, we'd probably make such a cute couple if I were ten years older, don'tcha think? MAN! Such a BABE! But hey," Sonic grinned charmingly at Ms. Dowell, "That may be wishful thinking on MY end." Upon Sonic's flirtatious jests, which were somewhat honest thoughts, Ms. Dowell's face turned a shade of chili pepper red- not of anger, but embarrassment. Half of the class was laughing uncontrollably, while the other half looked at Sonic in pure shock. Sonic winked and a smirked, as if to say, "Don't sweat it, guys. I've got this under control." Sonic redirected his attention to his teacher who was now hanging her head and cackling maniacally. Okay. THIS was a reaction that automatically caught Sonic off guard. "You really think you can make a mockery of my class and get away with it, don't you, Sonic? Oh, sure. 'Let's laugh it up with little ol' Ms. D, right?'" Ms. Dowell raised her head, greeting the class with a psychotic grin. Sonic soon began to see fear, itself, manifested. "Well, now it's MY turn to have the last laugh!" She pointed at her students and shouted, "EVERYONE GET OUT YOUR PENCILS AND PAPERS! IT'S TIME FOR A POP-"
*RIIIIIIIIIIIING!*
"-Quiz," Ms. Dowell flatly finished, dropping her index finger. "Mission: accomplished," Sonic triumphantly whispered. The class of teens cheered and poured out of the classroom exit. Sonic was soon to follow, but not before boasting. "Looks like you lost this battle, Ms. D. Good game, though. No hard feelings, right?" "Get out. J-just get out," Ms. Dowell replied, shaking her head in dismay. Sonic chuckled and left on demand. The irritable instructor plopped into her chair and exhaled in frustration as she massaged her temple. "Ugh. I seriously think I'm gonna need a vacation …AND a drink!"
"Yo! Sonic! Mad props for what you did back there, big homie! I never saw her get THAT heated in my LIFE!" A brown dog complimented as he playfully wrapped his arm around Sonic's shoulder. Sonic confidently replied, "That's exactly the problem. You NEVER say 'never.'" A female robin commented, "Dude, I thought for sure you were a walking corpse. Setting her off is like preparing for the apocalypse! What were you even thinking?" "The same thing everybody else was thinking: 'I really wanna get the hell away from Central City High so my summer vacation can start!'" The crowd of kids in the hallway could only agree with Sonic's statement. "It was the final stretch, and I knew you guys were practically bored to tears. So, I figure I'd speed things along and give you guys a show. What can I say? I'm such a giver!" Sonic bragged as his peers showered him with praise, fist bumps and high fives. Craig the Cat commented, "Yeah, I bet you were pretty disinterested, seeing as how you were nearly kicking and screaming in your sleep! I wouldn't be surprised if SHE was who you were dreaming about!" Sonic was briefly off put by the crude remark, but the cool-headed hedgehog smirked and replied, "Look who's talkin'? I could've sworn you were about to beg Ms. D. to spare your sorry ass when I mentioned your name. If she wasn't so dead set on tearing ME apart, there would've been another puddle at your desk. And I don't think it would've been 'drool', if you know what I mean." "Uh-huh. Thanks again for throwing me under the bus back there," the feline retorted, "But all jokes aside, what's happening on YOUR end this summer? I've got a bar-b-cue kicking off at my place, this weekend. You comin' or what?" "NO WAY, IS HE COMING!" A purple duck interjected, "Dude, don't you remember the 'Forget Me Knots' concert coming up? It's like a 'once-in-a-lifetime' opportunity to get front row seats to a band of that caliber!
'I LIE AWAKE
IN MY BED
JUST CAN'T SLEEP
FULL OF DRE-'"
Sonic immediately decided to interrupt the duck's awful singing before he began to lose himself in the song. "Dude, stop. Just stop. Leave the singing to Mina Mongoose, 'kay?" "But…I….er…Well fine! You weren't invited, anyways!" the melodramatic duck snapped. Just then, an attractive brown bunny approached Sonic and made alluring circles on his chest with her index finger. She came close to his ear and sensually cooed, "You know, Sonic, me and a couple of friends are planning to take a cruise to the Emerald Resort, this summer. We've always got room for more, that is, if you interest. It would be a sooooo disappointing if you didn't join us." Receiving smooch on the cheek, Sonic put the trip in STRONG consideration, until his cell phone rang. He reluctantly answered the call.
"Talk to me!"
"Hey. A new shipment just arrived this afternoon. How soon can you get here?" The caller asked.
"How soon do you need me?"
"Does A.S.A.P. sound good?"
"Good enough. I'll be there in a jiff!"
*BEEP*
Sonic looked at his peers and said, "Sorry, guys, but it looks like I've gotta cut this short. Don't fret. I'll get back to you all; especially that cruise." The bunny blew Sonic a kiss and winked. "If I miss out on anything, be sure you party hard enough to make me regret I did! Catch ya later!" The crowd of students bided the blue hedgehog farewell as he dashed out the exit and headed home.
Well that's not too bad of a way to get the ball rolling, don't you think? Anyway that's all for this little chapter. Leave a review telling me how it's going so far, what you liked, and what you didn't like. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Until next time, thanks for reading!
Author's inspirational playlist:
The Escape- The Bouncer Ost
Groose's Theme- Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword Ost
School Theme (Arcade Version) - Tekken Tag Tournament Ost
Move- Street Fighter EX 3 Ost