A/N: I'm back! Miss me yet? Anyway, I guess I'll get down to business. This is actually a re-edit of a very old fic I wrote when I was younger. Not a lot of bad words, like one, but I guess I'll put a warning up for you lighthearted ones. Don't sue me SEGA. I bought your latest game, dammit.

The night was as it always was, high up in the mountains. Cold. Dead. Seemingly lifeless, sans the nocturnal animals that liked to roam when the moon had risen to its highest point. There was a louder noise though, like crunching leaves, as someone rushed through the woods. He didn't dare look back, to confirm his suspicions that his pursuer was closer than it felt like.

The man was elderly, and quite large, so it was only natural he would soon fall to the freezing forest floor. He shuddered constantly, his aged blue eyes looking in every possible direction for his pursuer.

"What more do you want?" he cried into the night, desperation seeping into his voice. "I've told you everything I know already!"

A sharp, bitter chuckle was his only response, and even that could not tell him where the person was. The sound seemed to come from every direction, which didn't help at all.

"I've always found you to be most amusing, doctor." a dark voice, a male's, mused before shedding its playful edge. "But I'm afraid that now is not the time for jokes. Tell me what I want to know, Eggman. Tell me and maybe I'll let you breathe a little longer."

"Please, have mercy! I've told you all I know, I swear!" The doctor pleaded, tears clouding his vision. Try as he might, he could not shake the shadow of death that had covered him the second the man found him.

"You lie," the male growled, suddenly grasping Eggman by the throat and shoving him against a tree. Eggman clawed at the arm that held him up but the man's grip was unrelenting.

"You know more than you're letting on, doctor, because I know that senile mind of yours knows more. A lot more. The Ark was destroyed, along with all of its information on the Black Arms and their secrets. You know all about the Black Arms, so tell me!"

In one last act of defiance, Eggman's wise eyes hardened and he spat out one word that made the man's irritation boil over. "Never."

A hollow crack echoed throughout the forest, startling midnight creatures searching for food. They scattered at the scent of death in the air, assuming that they'd be next on the unknown predator's menu.

The man dropped Eggman's limp body to the ground and sighed, rubbing his temples before glaring icily at the old man's corpse. "Fuckin' waste of time."

And he was gone.

Would you read this? Or rather, continue to read this? Feedback is loved and cherished. :3

And yes, this most likely will be a full-length story.

.Zombie.