Hi, all!
Well, this has been stuck in my head for a while. And I finally got down to getting it written.
Basically, Sonic's gonna' be a VERY SHOCKED hedgehog. But, I won't give anything away! : )
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog. All other related characters go to SEGA, respectively.
-S-
The area was vivid, bright and green. Plants surrounded the vicinity of this particular spot, giving a more pure atmosphere. The blue sky hung high in the air, the fluffy clouds hitch-hiking on their soft winds.
Down below, two well known icons were rushing through the exotic place.
The blue blur ran for all he was worth, legs rushing through the harsh winds. The breeze bristled throughout his spiky, azure quills. A quirky grin fell on his muzzle, as he felt the infamous doctor's tantrum ring through his pricked ears.
The cheeky grin broadened. "Heh. Getting tired, Doc?"
A sweat drop fell down said human's forehead.
The 'Fastest Thing Alive' gave a shrug, slowly followed by a roll of his green eyes. "Sorry, pal, but I can't stick around to help clean up your toys."
The hedgehog bolted forward, his speed rapidly increasing, as did the scientist's machine.
Flipping over, the speedy, blue demon ran backwards, his hands gesturing with little disappointment. "C'mon, Egghead. We both know this race is over and done with! Might as well withdraw, unless ya' want to ace another HUMILIATING defeat, or a battered body."
The speaker, however, was merely joking. He was not the person for violence.
And, because of this, the warning wasn't taken seriously.
"We'll see about that threat, rat!"
Suddenly, a burst of azure light struck the humanoid machine, piercing the centre and leaving the remains to spark a couple of times. The light, blue burst faded, landing on the grassy ground, revealing the cocky hedgehog in it's place, smirking oh so proudly. "I'm a hedgehog, buddy. Don't you forget it!"
Moments after, the metal creature fell to the ground, it's inventor probably having yet another tantrum inside.
The ears could definitely detect it.
The blue hero shrugged. "You sure are a sore loser."
Moments of silence passed, and Sonic felt slight concern, watching the burning metal.
There wasn't any more noise, apart from the apparent sparking emitting from the metal remains.
Guilt was building up within his stomach, as he took a few steps forward.
Yet, he hesitated.
This was a bad guy. Not a good guy... but he still felt pity clouding his judgement.
The brim of his foot almost touched one of the many pieces of metal.
Something stirred under the wreckage, and the hedgehog tiled his head, stopping, and trying to see where the human was.
Something beneath the robotic rubble clicked loudly, as the ruins moved whilst giving an annoyed groan.
The blue hero could see the familiar attire. He could see the metal moving. He was certain of it now.
The scientist was fine.
He could see the gloved hands crawling out from underneath the robot's remains, and the scientist emerging from the debris.
"Ugh... On the contrary, my little, blue friend, it shan't be I who will lose!"
A shaped metal was suddenly aimed at the hedgehog's tanned chest, the owner's gloved finger resting on the odd material's trigger.
The mammal raised an eye ridge at the weapon, head tilting as he placed a hand on his muzzle. "New toy, already? That was fast."
The scientist managed to pull himself out from the rubble, the gun-like weapon still gripped in his hand. The previously mentioned being cracked a grin, malevolence tipping the structure. "Ah, yes. And if it serves it's purpose well, speed will be the least of your... responsibilities."
The blue creature came to dislike that grin. He folded his arms, eyes narrowing at both the doctor and the weapon. "Are ya' gonna' tell me what that thing does, or not?"
The demonic grin broadened. "Always impatient, aren't you, Sonic? But I'm afraid as to whether you'll be able to keep up with that..."
Sonic's face was literally, 'get-to-the-point' whilst his frown stated that he didn't like this.
The trigger clicked slightly, the owner's smirk impossible to miss. "I wouldn't dream of spoiling the surprise!"
The weapon instantly fired.
Sonic suddenly appeared on a nearby tree branch, dodging the odd stream of light, and showing his triumphant smile.
The doctor shook his free fist, obviously annoyed. "Nrgh! Hold still, hedgehog!"
The male mammal shook his head, hands shaking, ignoring the order completely. "Sorry. Not a chance, Doc."
Said scientist was about to give another tantrum, but firing a weapon at his arch-nemesis proved to be much more fun.
Laughing manically, he continued his futile attempts to shoot the irritating, blue blur, his persistence building drastically.
Sonic leapt on every tree branch, using them as a bridge whilst giving the appropriate, mocking poses.
The hedgehog tugged at one of his eyelids. "Too slow, buddy!"
The weapon fired again.
The mammal jumped to another tree top, before giving another mocking facade.
His tongue abruptly slipped out of his mouth, scorning the scientist further.
Angry mutterings where mentally spoken, as the villain aimed the weapon yet again.
Sonic yawned, stretching his arms and his legs.
The pale beam shot at him again.
He dodged, jumping to another tree, feeling the wind bristle through his quills as he did so.
However, something obstructed his path.
As he soared through the air, the natural vines belonging to the one of the many remaining trees seemed to wrap themselves around his leg, getting him tangled and unable to move.
A grim, un-amused frown fell on his muzzle, as he folded his arms, feeling the blood rushing from his legs.
The mad man, now grinning manically, stepped forward, the weapon held within his mucky, dusty fingers.
"Well, seems the tables have turned, my little, blue friend."
Sonic's expression remained full of boredom, as he gave a huge yawn.
Inside, the infamous doctor was somewhat disappointed in Sonic.
Truly... he was.
A simple vine was hindering the great Sonic the Hedgehog helpless? It was unheard of.
Of course, the cunning smile which soon fell on rodent's face suggested Eggman's previously said statement had been somewhat wrong.
Sonic's said expression lingered. "Heh. You gonna' shoot me with that?"
The trigger clicked slightly.
A moment of silence passed, as the two continued to stare in their respective manners.
Said cocky smile had vanished, replaced with a stern frown. "You do what you want; Egghead, but I'll be having none of it."
The red and white shoes soon became a blur, striking the natural lines erupting from the trees and slicing them in half. That blur soared in a circle, the legs chiselling away at the organic vines.
Eventually, the Doctor missed his chance.
The blue blur swung across the clearing, his feet landing firmly on the dirt. Kicking his heels, he turned his head, grinning cockily at the dumbfounded human. He turned around, his arms folding.
"So, gonna' give up, now?" The question was slick with that cocky nature, as if trying to ridicule the scientist even more.
The weapon fired once more.
The blue blur slid to the side, whilst shrugging slightly. An even cockier grin resurfaced. "Heh. Guess you never learn, eh?"
-V-
The yellow fox stood over the engine, wrench in his right hand, and the other glove fumbling about on the ground, searching for a small but much needed part.
When his hands failed to find them, he turned to look at the box, seeing parts un-ordered and everywhere. The engine remained open, as the fox proceeded to turn around fully to search the container. His head dove deep into the box, as he rooted through it.
Hands gripped the many parts, tools and metals, moving them slowly to the side, but carefully. They continued feeling about, the owner's blue eyes scanning the dark area of the box.
Stopping the search, the kitsune straightened, followed by a confused expression. He looked around the room, rubbing his ears, and searching for the needed item.
"That's odd. I could've sworn I put it in here." the fox mumbled to himself, eyeing the box with mild confusion.
The two tails drifted about as he walked towards his worktable, trailing as he moved each foot. The red and white shoes slammed quietly against the concrete ground of the garage.
The kitsune placed his gloved hands on the table, his eyes scanning for the part, whilst watching the schematics which were lying on the table with one eye.
The small amount of fur sticking up on his forehead moved about slightly, as the head glanced at every possible storage place.
He didn't normally misplace things this easily...
Wait. Had someone been in the garage?
Frowning, he pulled down another box from the shelves, still searching for the part, dismissively putting aside the thought that someone could have possibly stolen from him.
His hand pulled off the lid, and rooted through the box once more, knowing how the part would look or feel. The tongue was bit slightly as he did this, his eyes peering over the edge with confusion.
He didn't find what he was looking for.
The fox frowned further, before giving up and tilting the box to the side, gently tipping out the contents. Switching the table lamp on, he focused on the parts now surrounding every inch of the table. He continued staring at them for a moment, sometimes moving them to find out what lied beneath each piece.
He sighed, failing yet again.
Carefully, he began picking up the parts and placing them back inside the box, keeping in mind that he didn't want to break anything, else result in a tight spot of finding them again.
He turned around, and began leaning on the table, staring at the red plane which stood a few metres away from him.
He required new parts. Yes, he did. He felt the plane needed an upgrade, and unfortunately, he didn't have the parts required to do so.
He walked slowly over to the engine, intending on re-sealing the bonnet, and did so with a small, 'CLINK!'
Then, silence.
Nothing to do.
He looked out of the garage's door, eyes blinking for a moment.
Maybe he needed a walk? That might help a bit. Taking it slow and steady had proven good for the mind within the past.
Grabbing a small remote from his back, he walked out of the door's reach, standing on the path outside. He pressed the button on the control pad, sealing the door, and seeing the Tornado leave his sight.
He turned around, his gaze moving pavement. Stepping forward, he hid the 'key' to the garage yet again, and intended on resuming his stroll.
It wasn't a long walk, he supposed, but even he needed fresh air. He'd been in the garage for a while now, barely seeing much of his 'brother'.
The wind flew across his furry muzzle, which gave a small smile at the gesture. Eyes flickered upwards, seeing the fluffy clouds up in the sky, the glistening sunlight cracking between them.
He sighed.
He turned his attention to the dirt path, 'I sure picked a good day to come out—.'
He stopped.
Blue orbs rolled to the side, spotting something on the grass, and, untimely, widening in shock.
Something blue was lying there, unconscious.
-S-
Oh, who do you think it is? Or is that too easy?
So, any idea what's happened? 'Cause I don't! *Gives a knowing grin*
Who wants this continuing? :D
Feedback is awesome, and essential!
-Toxic : )