The Art of Four
I've just awakened from a strange and meaningless dream. Maybe it was real. I can't concentrate. I can't even move. I can feel that I'm cold, as cold as ice, but I can't do anything about it. Dark red surrounds me. Where am I? Who am I? I can't remember much, if anything at all. I can just remember a lift, a lift at the very end, but yet it does not matter, or maybe it does, all these random images suddenly appearing in my head, spinning madly. I can't take much more of this torment, make it stop, please someone, make the pain stop. Think, concentrate, I should try to remember.
The earliest image I can piece together is of three sets of rails. The kind you are likely to find locomotives on. Two of them go as far as the eye can see, mainly because of the darkness, but one stops in front of me (probably used to put spare trucks on). This is of no importance. Why am I remembering this? Wait..., I am with two hedgehogs, one purple and the other green. Looking back I am still unclear of who I am, or was, yet obviously that was not the case back then. Then I knew perfectly well who I was. Blast my weak memory. Who could I have been? I believe a problem had arisen and all three of us needed a quick route out. What was the name of those two hedgehogs? Ah yes, the first ones name is Sonia, but the second, the green hedgehog is a complete blank to me. Sonic, maybe his name is Sonic, or maybe that's my name. I remember a locomotive stationed on the middle track, but to my dismay not the conversation that included it. The conversation must have been about using it as a means of getting away; away from what I am clueless. Near the tracks is a clearing surrounded by the shadow of trees. Sonia takes the lead as we race into the darkness which is the clearing; an outline of an aircraft appears from the mist.
There was only one access door to this craft. Inside were three seats. The first was a single-seater on the front left side of the aircraft. The second to the front right side also seated one person. The third took up the entire back area and was capable of seating three people. It was very much like a non-economical American car, but in the middle of the two front seats there was no gear control or handbrake. It just had a walk way in which you could get to the front two seats as well as the controls. The one and only door was to the back left of the craft.
Sonia is the first to jump in and she quickly takes to the front left seat and starts the craft, I am the second to jump in and I take the right of the back seat follow by the green hedgehog, who took the middle of the back seat. A blue hedgehog appears from the outside darkness and takes the left side of the back seat. I remember his name, its Sonic. The purple hedgehogs name is Sonia, the blue hedgehogs name is Sonic and the green hedgehogs name is, Manic, I remember all three of them. So if I'm not Sonic, who am I? The door is closed and a conversation which I would most likely have valued was born. Due to my blasted brain and it's feelble arguments with my subconscious. I do not as of yet have the connections to remember the whole conversation. But it was about none other then myself. It seemed that I was depressed about being the only one which did not have a power, Sonic has his speed and a twirl thing, Sonia had the twirl thing as well, and Manic had power over earth, leaving myself as the odd one out. That's it! I'm their brother, the fourth hedgehog, the one that was not going to rule, didn't have a medaling or any special powers. The one that was never in the spot light, and never sang in Sonic Underground. Cool, I certainly got the pick of the litter now didn't I?
The conversation soon changed to the mission which was at hand, no surprise that I can't remember it. Sonic put on his equipment, opened the door and jumped out. Now for faze two. Sonia jumps in the back left seat as I go for the front left one as Manic takes my original place. I was to pilot the craft. But it didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked. Through the window all I could see was what looked like a grey wall with shadows around it. Something must have gone wrong. One of Robotnik's tractor beams must have had a lock on us. Robotnik, yes I remember him, big round fellow. The door open and Sonia and Manic were pulled out by the SWATbot brothers. Thinking back I would have thought they would put up more of a fight but I guess it was all part of the operation. I don't know what Robotnik said next but I guess it went something like this: 'I finally have two of those three pesky hedgehogs.' Every one always forgets about the fourth hedgehog. 'Tie them up and put them back in the hovercraft! Then catapult them into the wall.' At that moment I came out of hiding. I bargained with the real man Robotnik saying that we would be more use to him robotized then dead. Strange thing I had ask for, normally I would have just pleaded for my life, asked to join him, or at least spat in his face. Must have been because of the fact that I'm a Sonic sibling, stupid Sonic sibling in-stinks. (The three Ses.) A bargain was made, the three of us would go quietly and get robotized and not be catapulted into the wall. After all a hedgehog always keeps his word, right? We started to walk to the robotizer, Manic leading, me in the middle followed by the one and only girl Sonic sibling, Sonia. At this time I suddenly realised what my special power was and its something I can say with a hundred percent certainty, "Hey I know what my special power is, I'm taller then you." I said to Manic. Thinking back I realise that most hedgehogs are lacking in the area just above the chilidog entrance. We turned a corner and the game of follow the leader was reversed. Sonia was in the front, follow by myself and Manic. We talked about the robotizer and that a power ring might be able to protect someone from it. We had come to a dead end. There was a lift in the middle of the room, a lot like a maintenance lift, or a lift you'd find at a mine. The three of us step onto it, hoping that Sonic would hurry up and save us. The lift started descending. I started to lose my balance, but luckily I eventually found something to hold onto. The lift had gone down only a meter or so when it suddenly reversed its original intended method of descending and started ascend instead. It came back to the place we had started. Robotnik was entering the room at that time, and strangely the lift started to descend again. After it repeating itself a few times we found out that it was because the lift was rocking. Sonia and Manic got off the lift and the lift made its way down peacefully, stupid safety SWATbots. (The other three Ses.) I remember the next room quite clearly, yet it is going to be bogan of a bill to describe.
Level with and on each side of the elevator were two isosceles triangles, with their Pythagoras' facing away from the lift. The right isosceles triangle had an icon on it, of what, I have forgotten. At this time I should point out that there seemed to be no floor to this room, just darkness down below. Most likely it was just the illusion of a bottomless room. The middle section of the room was a hexagon divided into several quadrilaterals, most of which looked like squares. The middle square in the hexagon had another icon, which I have had the misfortune of also forgetting. Some of the squares surrounding the centre square, which had been honored with the forgettable icon, had a positive sign (+) or a negative sign (-) drawn on them. Beyond this strange hexagon are two more right angles and a large square. The room is symmetrical. The square on the other side of the room is where the lift would be. But nothing of Robotnik's can be too symmetrical; instead of a lift there is a door. Surprise, surprise.
I stepped out of the lift onto the isosceles triangle on the right, it started to crack so I jumped to the other triangle but instead of this one falling into nothingness like the one before it, or so it seemed, it feel onto a slightly lower platform covered in bark chips.
By this time the lift had already gone back to the top and was descending with Manic. He stepped out of the lift and onto the bark chips. I suddenly expressed my feelings of sorrow for him only being in Sonic Underground and not in any of the more popular shows, and as for Sonia? Who gives a toss?