Emerald Waves, Ch 1 Pulse and Throb
Disclaimer- I don't own Knuckles, or any places or other charactersImay use later. They all belong to SEGA and Sonicteam, and stuff. But not me.
(A/N)-"this is my third fic, reveiw it! And even if you think it totally sucked, try to find something positive to say. Anyway, on with the fic,enjoy! I hope."
Knuckles the Echidna was sleeping soundly, well, not really soundly. He hadn't slept soundly since, he didn't know when. Always, even when asleep, he had to be on guard. Especially nighttime, that would be the perfect time for an attacker, or a thief to make a move. A more accurate wording would be, Knuckles the Echidna dozed warily. Because he was laying there, eyes closed, near the Master Emerald shrine, aware of everything around him; the wind rustling through the grass, some kind of bug chirping, the shine of moonlight, falling over everything making it all gleam as if in a surreal fantasy.
Then, he realized something had changed, amethyst eyes flashed open in less than a second, turning his gaze to the Master Emerald, he saw it. Dimly at first, but then growing stronger, a red pulsing light coming from inside the large gleaming gem. It would suddenly glare in his sensitive eyes, for a second, and then fade to a small pin prick of red light, but never completely disappearing. Always returning to its former intensity, for the same time frame, repeating.
Knuckles watched it for a moment, and then went closer to inspect it. Other than the strange pulsing light, there was nothing out of the ordinary, any chips, images, or slight differences of any type on the shining emerald surface. He checked the environment, using his senses, he noted that there was no change from usual air pressure, or wind currents, and no sounds other than those normal, well, normal for this floating rock anyway.
Then he heard a sound, coming from far away, but growing in volume and getting closer. Knuckles was instantly alert, and in fighting stance, knees bent, legs spread wide for stability, fists, gloves and all, up in the air, and warily turning his head this way and that. His face was set in a cocksure grimace, which showed at he same time he didn't like what was happening, he was also absolutely sure he could handle it.
Knuckles didn't think his job was the best in the world, but he was determined to do it, and do it to his best ability. He couldn't even imagine anything else, because what he was doing right now, what the thing he had been doing his entire life. So he stood there, and listened, as the sound increased, he realized it was coming from behind him. It was a high whistling almost shrieking sound. He was sure that if banshees existed, this would be close to what they would sound like.
The sound came closer and closer, Knuckles waited and waited. Finally he knew it was close enough, and turned quickly 180 degrees. Expecting to see enemies, thieves, anything but what he saw, or rather felt as a small object traveling at what could only be an incredible velocity struck him in the head. He fell, his body arching and his head aching, and hit the ground. The pain in his head throbbed, and blackness enveloped him as he lost consciousness.