Destructive Lust Reborn

By TrebleX

Chapter 1:And so I begin...

He fell through the air at a rapid pace, his limb flailing about in the air almost lifelessly as the wind roared about his form, dropping at unsurmountable velocity from the confines of space. His obsidian fur was ruffled terribly by this time, blades of zephyr seeming to slice through his body in numerous places as he leaked out a damask solution, which trailed his falling body in morbidly beautiful streams. His crimson oculars remained half closed from weakness, unable to move his jaw to mutter a single further word, most energy now sucked out of him. His phalanges twitched slightly, a slight sense of touch still available in his right manus. He couldn't see what it was, but he was holding something...what was it? His digits trailed a little against the object's surface, noticing quite a few edges to it. He soon came to realize what it was...one of the chaos emeralds. They were all pretty much the same shape, so what colour it was he had no real idea. He still felt a little energy left in him, perhaps he could save himself from impending death upon collision with Earth. One last chance...this was all he had...but no. He would wait, patience was vital. If he did it now, he'd probably use up the last of his energy and kill himself anyway. So, he needed to wait until he was at least about 500,000 feet from the terrain below. Then he would use the chaos emerald in his grasp and attempt to save himself. Until then though, he let himself fall at the same amazing velocity as before, not bothering with the carmine fluids that gushed upward from the tears in his flesh.

How much time passed by, he had no idea. He'd mostly lost all sense, feeling as if he were on the verge of death. Then his crimson eyes forced themselves slightly further open as he noticed something...a cloud. This was about as close as need be, he'd decided, grasping the chaos emerald firmly in his metacarpus. His lips were dry as they slowly moved to form two short words. "Chaos..." He whispered weakly, his voice seeming to resonate around the empty sky around him. " He finished, a flash of garish energy beginning to overcome his entire body, before it was entirely dilapidated. He hadn't planned to go anywhere in particular, all he'd intended to do was land somewhere, anywhere, on the ground. Luckily, that he had managed, he felt soft grass grazing against his chest as he lay on the topsoils, turning his head to the side and laying it down. His oculars fell fully shut now, unable to keep awake any longer as the lack of energy overcame him entirely.

Further hours passed, ten to say the very least, but of course he had no knowledge of exactly how long it had been. He awoke to find himself laying in a puddle of his own blood. He coughed a little, a mixture of saliva and further carmine fluids escaping his lips. He needed some form of nutrition, just water would do him fine for now, but it was vital that he gained it as soon as possible. Struggling into a position upon all fours rather than laying down, crimson iris' gazed around where he had ended up. Luck was on his side, there was a river merely a few feet ahead of him and it looked pretty clean. Continuing to move in a crawl, he traversed the topsoils at a steady pace until reaching the flow of water. Shuffling a little once more, he carefully moved onto his knees before it as either manus was sunk beneath the translucent surface. Cupping his hands he rose them once more, a trickle of the fluid managing to escape between his digits, though not much. The water was risen to his lips and slowly in-taken, tilting his head back a little to allow it to flow down the throat with greater ease.

He repeated this action a few times, until he felt he'd regained a benevolent amount of strength in his body. Shuffling for a final time, he stumbled to his feet, crimson oculars now open fully as they gazed around the area he'd found himself in. He was surrounded by an enclosure of trees, their leaves a beautiful malachite showing they had grown well. So, that meant there was enough water here to sustain his life probably, but what about food? Hopefully some of these many trees would have fruits, something to further help him regain his strength. The sunlight shed through a couple of trees ahead of him, almost giving the impression of a heavenly footpath, leading him to what he needed. Some might of seen it as a sign, though he however merely disregarded it and walked around a little, glancing up between the branches of each of the trees. There had to be something, didn't there? He came to an abrupt halt as his gaze set upon contrasting hues to the usual malachite and ochre. A kind of bloody colour, or at least that's how he saw it, whereas others would probably say the hue reminded them of roses. That didn't matter right now though, all that mattered was obtaining this fruit, which he saw as a relatively easy task.

In an alacritous motion, he pushed his right heel apropos the thick ochre trunk firmly, a few shards of bark exploding from their place as the tree shook. In turn, this caused the tree's fruit to collapse with perfect accuracy into his hand. He wasn't the ultimate life form for nothing. Rising it to his lips, he bit into the apple and took a large chunk, making sure to chew on it a lot before swallowing. He wasn't back to full strength yet, and he could possibly die with ease were he to choke. He took his time as he ate the fruit, leaning against the now shattered area of the trunk as he in took the fruit. As he did so, he also began to think of what he should do next. That hedgehog he'd worked beside, and the others that he'd worked with, they hadn't done a thing to try and help him, had they? No, they'd left him to die...they were now seen as backstabbers in his eyes. Vengance...yes, that's what he would do. To begin with, the easier targets, and lastly would be that fake blue hedgehog. Sonic..the traitor who could of saved him..but didn't. In the end, he would annihilate that backstabber too, along with all others who opposed him. He'd fulfilled Maria's wish and given everyone the chance to be happy, but they'd merely thrown it away. So now, he would take their lives which he had once helped to save.

Upon finishing, he discarded the apple core with a soft flick of the wrist as it left his grasp. So, now he just had to find the others. Who would be his first target? He thought about that, trying to work out who would be easiest to destroy first. Sonic was going to be the last target, he had already decided that. That two tailed fox...no..not yet, he'd be with Sonic probably. Eggman? No...he'd have to go through a base. Rouge or Knuckles, then. From what he'd seen, both had a fair amount of strength in them. Yet, Rouge seemed to be much smarter than that echidna. Now then, the order for destroying them was pretty much decided. First he would deal with Knuckles, and then Rouge. After that he'd get the fox boy, Tails, he'd heard him referred to, hopefully he could get the child alone. Last but one was Eggman, and the many robots that would probably be defending him. Finally...that fake blue hedgehog, Sonic. Soon, all of those traitors would be gone for good.

He walked once again to the gushing stream, gazing down into it at such an angle he could see his reflection almost perfectly. He really was in quite a bad state, covered with numerous scars across his body. No wonder he'd awoken in a puddle of blood. They'd stopped leaking out his vital fluids by now though, and they had formed to scars. It would probably be a little while before he could actually make an attack on Knuckles, and of course he'd have to find some way up to Angel Island. Chaos Control would probably work, but it would also take up a little of his energy. Still, it should be okay really, he was already healing at a good speed. Just another hour he'd wait, and then he would go and take care of his first target. For the time being, he tried to work out just where exactly he was, wondering around through the enclosure of trees in a random direction.

The trees were of various types and heights, though overall there was a canopy above his head at about 23 foot. The topsoils beneath his feet were covered with a layer of luscious verdigris grass. There had to be a place somewhere for him to find out where he was, Angel Island needed to be at least in view before he could use the chaos emerald to get there. Either of his retractile batted away random branches that stood in his way, continuing to traverse topography at a steady pace rather than his usual run. A few beams of light shred through the trees a little farther ahead of him, revealing what would seem like the edge of Earth were that what he was on. However, he was not, for below him he saw Earth along with waves that gently crashed against the cliff sides. So he was on some kind of island in the sky, right? Angel Island was the only one he knew of...so that had to be where he was. Yet this place seemed a little different somehow, he just felt as if he had to be somewhere else other than there.

There was of course one way that may help him find out where he was, and that was the small river he'd drank from earlier. Perhaps it would be possible to trail the river back far enough to work out just exactly where he was. He began walking back the way he'd come at a slightly faster pace than before, avoiding any low hanging branches with simple and effortless leaps and rolls, depending on their height. He slowed to a halt once more as he reached the gently flowing river, standing over it as he gazed down. A few ripples gave hint as to which way would be upstream, as well as reflecting his already fully healed body. The ultimate life form, obviously he was going to heal quickly. To the right seemed to be upstream, so that's where he would go. He slowly began to walk upward beside the lake, not wanting to move too fast in case there were some form of traps.

Each of his footsteps seem to make the grass crunch louder than it had previously, but perhaps he was just currently more aware than before. In his mind he continued to plan out just exactly how he would deal with the previously labeled targets. Of course he would also have to be prepared for them to find him instead, which he was. Yes, he knew perfectly well what he was going to do in any scenario. The winds seemed to pick up a little and ruffle his fur, along with the lush blades of verdigris that covered the topsoils. Beams of light began to shred through the trees a little ahead of him again, he must of been near to wherever he was heading.

Soon he reached the edge of the water, which was merely pouring downward off the side of the cliff. He must of made a mistake in calculating upstream, and walked downstream instead. However it had proved to be just as helpful to him by walking this way, for there was something else now just about in view; another floating island. Ah, that had to be Angel Island then, partially hidden behind distant fog.This island though, then where was he now? So far he'd seen not a single other creature in the area, perhaps he himself could inhabit this area. It had the basic things needed for survival, so he'd be fine. Anyway, that was beside the point, right now it was time for him to encounter his first victim.

He clutched the chaos emerald in his hand firmly, raising it before him as his lips curled to a dark smirk. "Now...it begins.." He whispered darkly, light reflecting beautifully off the green jewel which he held in his palm. "Chaos Control!" He called out, his body suddenly engulfed by a powerful light of energy before vanishing. Within merely the same second, he re-appeared upon the island that was once in the distance. Now he was here on Angel Island then, this desolate place with little more than that echidna sat upon his emerald, guarding it. He slowly began to walk up the steps toward the altar, allowing each footstep to resonate a slight sound, nearing his first victim at a steady pace.