Hello one and all! I'm excited, this is the first Sonic fic that I have placed on and I must say I am very proud of it. This was written by me and my best friend, where we've added our own characters to the story. This is somewhat based on the Shadow the Hedgehog game, but it doesn't follow the storyline of the game at all. The story is finished, but due to the length it will take a while to post it all, so please bear with me. I am very proud of this, as stated earlier, and would love your reviews. Enjoy!
Brown-eyedFiction
The rain fell in waves cascading over the ruins of what once was a great metropolis. All that was left of the downtown portion was that of crumbling remains, fragmented walls, and shrapnel that decorated what was left of the asphalt roads that intertwined throughout the city. Bodies could be found throughout the rumble and if you were lucky you'd find a piece here or there.
Blood splatters of all colors, both humans and aliens alike, were now being washed away into the half blown-away gutters. The fires were slowly beginning to die, but the battle had already left its scar upon the city and its inhabitants. The fighting had been a fire itself, even after the initial outburst it still burned long afterwards. This would forever be remembered as the day that Westopolis was destroyed.
What she had witness no words could do justice. It was something you had to be there to truly understand. She now just stood there, froze with the numbness and the denial of what she had seen. She could've looked the other way and ran and never stopped, never letting her mind register the event. But she was as stubborn as ever and turned, trying futilely to save everyone else.
The rain had long soaked into her white tank top now stained crimson that was cut off just above the stomach. Her slung belt was the only thing that held her baggy dark green pants to her waist for they had taken on too much water, becoming heavier than originally. Even her leather shoulder belt that used to hold all her ammo would take hours to dry out. Her sniper rifle was cast off a few feet away in pieces, spent ammo containers dotted around it.
She collapsed into a pile, falling into a nearby puddle. She was shaking from head to toe; it was a wander her knees had allowed her to stand for as long as they had. Nothing registered in her mind anymore; she stared at the deep purple hedgehog that stared back. The rain poured down, never letting up, it was hard to tell whether it was the rain or tears had streaked her cheeks. Yet she felt nothing…she couldn't even recognize herself. Anywhere would've been better than here, out in the cold night, out in the rain, surrounding by the ruins and the remains of her life. Anyone who mattered to her was left in the rubble or laying in front of her. The memories this battle had instilled in her would never leave her; the nightmares would make sure of this.
She stared at the body of her comrade, but he wasn't just that…Matt was her friend. She herself had closed his eyes, his blood covering both of them. It was because of her he got shot. She rushed to the site of the slaughter when she realized what was going on…but she was too late to do anything.
She would've cried…but there was nothing left for her to cry. He had always been there for her. They had grown up in the orphanage together. They joined this resistance together. They were brother and sister though obviously not related, yet some things ran thicker than blood.
He had died protecting her with his last breath. It would be the last wound he ever received. He died in her arms that night…along with her world.
If anyone had told her being assigned scouting duty would ever be her saving grace she would've laughed. She was several miles away from Underground's Eastern Headquarters on the night of the attack. She and sniped those disgusting aliens from afar, trying to keep on the move. She made a wide sweep knowing that Underground's East HQ could take care of itself…or so she thought. It was that night when she returned only to catch the tail end of the gruesome fight between G.U.N. of the military and her little resistance group. She was struck with horror and confusion. Her little group had been established for the whole purpose of protecting this world and those that lived upon it, so why? Why were the military obliterating it? They never saw it coming. They had their hands full with the new invaders. The thought of questioning the motives of who they thought of as their ally never passed their minds. So it wasn't a battle, it was a slaughter. The missiles, explosions, blood, and death seeped into the pile of rubble, for that was all that was left. She was able to drag Matt out only to have him die here. Everyone else was lost within the rubble.
Like the fire that and scorched Westopolis it left her with nothing but the ashes of what was once a happy and content life where the only thing she had to worry about was if she'd be stuck with taking out the trash that week. Now look at her, no money, nothing to eat, no friends, and no place to stay.
She had lost everything in one clean sweep. It must have been against some rulebook out there…it had to be.
She slowly stood up the only thing the same as the first rays of morning began to be cast through the thick clouds was that of the rain drops still pelting her skin. She walked a few feet away and retrieved her rifle quickly putting it back together without even a blink of an eye. She stood back up swing it over her shoulder. It would've been so easy to give up, to just lie down and cry and scream, yet even now that wasn't an option. She looked around at the ruins once more; this was the last time she'd ever look back. For this point onward the she was no longer the one's that perished knew.
Her numbness began to ebb away replaced by a burning rage. The desire to seek out whoever had done this and make them pay, make them pay in ways that no amount of dollars or cents could ever stack up to.
She pushed onward, her boots splashing through puddles of water and debris. This night that Kya had died along with all the rest in that pile of indistinguishable rubble. All that was left was the Kya that stood now. With no past and no future all she was left with was that of present…
