Sergeant Seraph Giovanni stood beside his superior upon a cliff. The Battle of the Highlands, or so the UF had named it, was unfolding before their very eyes.
Of course, Seraph was unsure as to why they battled like this. As far as he knew, there was no reason for this sudden war with the wolf clans. Not that they stood a chance against the supreme Royal technology, anyway. Seraph had always been smaller than his peers, and was subject to ridicule. He had made it to his standing only by his intelligence, for his combat skills were almost nonexistent.
General Hayden Brown stood beside Seraph. He watched the battle with glee. Plans unknown to the other were forming in his head.
"The Dark Dawn…" He muttered.
"Sir?" Seraph was confused. Why would his master say such a thing? The monstrous bulldog General was as loyal as they come, and Seraph was pretty sure that he was sane.
"Nothing, Sergeant."
"General? Sir? Are you alright?"
"I am fine, Sergeant. Now, inform the front to prepare for an aviation attack from the east." He scratched his left ear.
Seraph turned and walked away. He was somewhat suspicious of the higher ranking officer. For a while now he had been saying strange things. It was as if he was a completely different person. Seraph continued down the slope to give the orders to the battling front.
Perhaps suspicion could wait.
-
"Sonic the Hedgehog." Miles' mouth bent into a smirk. "You think you weren't caught. Aiming to be simply a passerby heading in the same direction as I. We all know otherwise. I knew it from the moment you began to eavesdrop on me. Tsk tsk. Couldn't be more shameful. I'll have you know that there is nothing to save by acting the hero, for that's what I'm doing…
"Saving this world from a collection of fools."
Sonic's eyes widened.
"Human desire." Miles continued, "A dangerous thing. It is the start of wars, it is the start of death, and it is the start of the planet's decay. There is nothing worse that the control that the world has given to the people. Shameful, how we couldn't make more use of it. The world's dying, Sonic. There is almost no time left. If we continue at the rate we're going, the planet will become one empty barren rock like it was billions of years before. Before the gift of life was granted to it.
"The Dark Dawn plans to change this. We will give the world its own metamorphosis. We will give that planet and its people their salvation from the unholy desire that has cloaked this population so. Why am I telling you this? Simple. I believe that you are the one that will oppose the Dark Dawn. I believe you will continue to show us why our goal exists. Proving the necessity of our goal is imperative for the plan to function, and you will make a good guinea pig. Willfully or not, you will forward my plans.
"But, let me tell you this. Imagine a world in which there is no such thing as wars, no conflict, and no hate. All just peace. That is what I imagine the world's potential to be. Just like billions of years ago, when our less intelligent ancestors walked this world. When desire was not prioritized. When survival was the key. I plan to recreate that world. I plan to rid the world of this desire that engulfs it. And this is simple step one of my plan.
"Think about it, Sonic. This is our destiny. This is our destiny to right the wrongs that we have caused, and perfect the gift of life upon this soil. And I believe that these people need a kick in the right direction." He adjusted his facemask a bit. "Of course, who knows how monumentally large that kick will need to be? I will find that out.
"My name is Miles Prower. Pleasure to meet you, Sonic the Hedgehog. I must be going now."
I walked away from him.
-
Perhaps he hadn't gotten enough sleep the day he had said that. Really… What was he thinking?
Miles paced back and forth around his personal laboratory. There were electronic devices everywhere. The front of the room was stacked with the mass of a supercomputer. The back was full of test tubes and the specimens inside of them. There were metal sheets for walls instead of the usual drywall. There was a faint beat upstairs, the rhythm of the clock tower.
"Why did I do that? My mouth is far too loose."
Miles remembered the repercussions that his giveaway had gotten him from the Doctor.
"I think we have an opposition."
"What?!" Robotnik immediately went on panic mode, that much Miles knew. "Who is this opposition?"
Miles frowned. "Sonic the Hedgehog."
Robotnik's eyes closed. "Hmm…" He was breathing slightly deeper, a sign that he was angry. "Miles. I will ask you never to do that again. I said DON'T tell anyone of our plans."
I know, doctor. However, I couldn't help but notice that he was… What would you say…? Exited to learn of our plans. I'm not sure what compelled me to tell him, doctor."
Robotnik frowned. "Never again. We don't need him blabbing our plans to the entire planet… Have you got the blueprints done?"
Miles was slightly relieved when his master changed the subject, "The blueprints are finished and I am in the process of animating these. Estimated finish date is in six days."
"Your mouth has caused us to become publicized, I hope you realize. As a result, once you finish the animations, Dark Dawn will be shut down for two years longer than planned. The only activities we will do as Dark Dawn will be information gathering. No forward attempts, no conquering. We have to remove our name from the world. And not only that, we both will disappear…"
"What?"
"All will be revealed soon, Miles."
-
Miles smirked as he finished his project. The animations were complete. Seven large shadows stood behind him. Seven new life forms all ready for combat. The GS series of Super Soldiers. All but one of the figures wore the same black cloak that Miles wore, adjusted to their size, of course.
One of the Soldiers walked forwards. At seven foot tall, he was the largest of the Super Soldiers. He was a large turtle named GS-001, or Vergil. His blue shell was as hard as diamond. Maybe even harder. His mouth was fitted with many fangs, sharp as daggers. Vergil was the only one without a cloak, and that was because of his shell. That was where the normal things ended. Vergil's shell had an odd pattern resembling a face on the back. That face was grinning and seemed to be spiting whoever would walk behind him. The turtle also had rippling muscle everywhere. The oddest feature was the turtle's six arms, four of which were capable of merging with the middle pair to hide and not attract attention. Bat-like ears sat atop his head, capable of enhanced hearing and one extra purpose.
It hadn't taken long for Miles to realize what his seven earrings were for. After he was given seven identical pieces of jewelry and told to put one each in his Soldiers' ears, he figured it out in a heartbeat.
A genius idea it was too. Such an idea would allow them to disappear and hide yet still obtain information. All in the blink of an eye. Miles smirked as Vergil walked around the room while the rest of the soldiers remained stiff. As he walked, Vergil's left ear showed with one silver loop.
Miles had true control over these Soldiers. He saw through all of their eyes, heard through all of their ears, and felt all that they felt.
Of course, the downside was that he had to practice to know which feeling came from whom.
But for now, he would be all over the world and no one would know.
-
Paranormal
Story written by Evershroud
Chapter 2
-
Vergil stood in a crowd of people. The streets of Central City were packed and everybody seemed to have one place or another to go. Of course, as a Mobian that stands head and shoulders above the rest, it was very easy to distinguish him in such a crowd.
That is, unless he played the part. And playing the part of a simple man doing business was the cliché yet useful cover.
Beside Vergil was a normal looking Mobian businessman. He was a stocky beagle and had the look of wealth and selfishness written all over his body language. That and he reeked of BO. As the man handed him the briefcase he held, he said, "Thank you for doing business with Mirewell Corps."
Vergil nodded, as the man began to look somewhat impatient to receive the money that he was supposed to have been paid. Vergil brought out a stack of hundred bills and counted off several, then gazed impassively as the fat man almost snatched them out of his hands. With a pacifying grin, the man walked away back into his limousine.
Vergil frowned at the man's sheer rudeness, but said nothing. Either way, he got the briefcase, that's what mattered, so Vergil began to sift through the crowd and away.
-
The chains binding him felt like ice. Not only that, the tight grip they had on him hurt.
He frowned. Think rationally about this. Even though he was bound to frosted chains and he was stuck in a place he wasn't in the slightest bit familiar with, he could still possibly get out.
He was tied to a column of metal. His legs were bound with metallic braces that left him freezing. There was a chill to the air that made the beagle shiver, and it wasn't the cold.
"Hello, George. You are the president of the Mirewell Corporation, am I right?"
The column that George was tied to rotated around to face him with a hooded figure with a creepy gas mask. George bared his teeth. "That organization was shut down years ago."
The masked figure twitched. "Lies! It continues as we speak. You used this organization for more than just monetary gain. I know. This organization is a front for your, shall we say, dirtier work. You sell things including drugs, slaves, and prostitutes all along the black market. You take people from their homes and force them into a life of hatred and servitude, all because you want even more cash than your multi-billionaire self owns as it is. Disgusting.
"Now, you will see what it is like to live their lives. If you look around, you'll notice that there are several columns tipped with… very sharp edges, right? Now, let me point something out to you."
The columns lifted up and there was a group of people very familiar to George standing there. The masked one continued, "Perhaps this reminds you? These people are familiar to you, no?"
George was nervous. A cold sweat dripped down his back, but he said nothing.
The figure continued, "Not ringing a bell? Then let me tell you. These are some of the slaves that you sold along your underground market. And George? I want to play a game. I already pointed out the columns, so let's skip to the good part."
The columns returned to their original position as the figure took a gasp from his mask.
"These people that you unwillingly sold as slaves will now decide your fate. Once I leave, the column that you are bound to will begin to spin and move in a circle. With each pass around, you will get closer to the very sharp edges of this field. By the time this ride is over, the edges would have dug into the column behind you."
The dog's gaze unconsciously shifted backward.
"Yes, that sharp. Now, these slaves here have the chance to save you. If they press the button on their little remote, then a column will be removed. Now, for you to be saved, all of the slaves have to press the button. All of the slaves that you scorned. All of the slaves that became concubines for filthy owners. All of the slaves that had their families killed by you and all of the slaves whose lives you've ruined. Let me tell you something… To forgive is something monumentally difficult. For some, it takes a lot to forgive someone. And to receive the forgiveness of twenty-two people that originally you stood upon." He whistled. "That's gonna take some work. Au revoir."
The floor began to spin as the room began to make a lot of noise. As George began to move, he began to feel queasy with the nervousness building up in him. At the sight of the columns coming closer, George couldn't take it anymore and began to scream. "Help!"
The slaves looked at him impassively.
"Help! Don't you guys have a sliver of pity for the one being tormented and spinning to his doom?!"
No response.
"Release me!"
A saw blade dug into the bridge of his nose. He yelped in pain but was not able to move.
"Ah! You filthy sadistic people! FUCK! Let me out!"
One slave pressed a button. One column rose up.
"The rest of you do it! Come on! Press those buttons!
Another column dug into his side.
"God damn it!" He started to grow teary from the pain, in spite of his normal hardened self. "Come on…!"
No response.
This continued for almost an hour. The only thing left of George when the machine stopped was the thin slices of his inactive and blood bathed body. The saw blades of the columns dyed red save for one.
The masked figure sighed. "Disappointing."
-
Sonic the Hedgehog wandered back and forth. He didn't know what to make of the situation that he had been put in a few weeks back.
Of course, the kid who had put him in such a position wasn't seen again, but the words out of his mouth never failed to frighten him.
"But, let me tell you this. Imagine a world in which there is no such thing as wars, no conflict, and no hate. All just peace. That is what I imagine the world's potential to be. Just like billions of years ago, when our less intelligent ancestors walked this world. When desire was not prioritized. When survival was the key. I plan to recreate that world. I plan to rid the world of this desire that engulfs it. And this is simple step one of my plan.
"Think about it, Sonic. This is our destiny. This is our destiny to right the wrongs that we have caused, and perfect the gift of life upon this soil. And I believe that these people need a kick in the right direction." He adjusted his facemask a bit. "Of course, who knows how monumentally large that kick will need to be? I will find that out.
"My name is Miles Prower. Pleasure to meet you, Sonic the Hedgehog. I must be going now."
He shivered at the memory. The past always had its ways of haunting him.
The TV in the house was showing a football game, but the hedgehog's attention wasn't focused on that. It was late, and the sun was setting through the window. He looked at himself through that window's reflection and wondered. What could be out there? Out to get me?
-
Professor Gerald Robotnik paced back and forth beside his computer. The machine had been working day in and day out to create appreciable results for the project he was working on.
Supposedly it was like a superhuman soldier creation project to go along with the now finished Project Eclipse. The Eclipse cannon was a cannon that could fire a condensed gamma-ray laser at such a high temperature and light appreciation rate that it could blast a chunk of the moon right off. Or so the math predicted.
Beside the professor there was a pod filled with a life-giving green liquid. Inside of that, there was a single embryo of what looked like a hedgehog. Already there were red streaks forming on the pseudo quills.
There is only one of your kind in existence.
The embryo twitched and the professor was about to investigate, but decided to call off his suspicion. It could have been a natural reaction after all.
You were made by the humans to be the ultimate life form.
Unnoticed by Gerald, the embryo was listening to the words unspoken. Paying heed to every syllable, but not able to reply back. Just to sit there, floating in the liquid, inanimate.
Perhaps you will pay deed to my words, for the world will need them.
In fifty six rounds of the sun, Armageddon will arrive. Set upon vanquishing evil, this character will vanquish life itself. You will stop this process. There will be conflict, but everything will become a simple, inert and peaceful state after the coming war. Remember this, Shadow the Hedgehog. Remember this and keep in mind the peace that will result once your duty is complete. Save this world from a state of hell.
-
"Milord, was that necessary?"
"It most certainly was, I think. We need a failsafe to ensure that we don't lose this war. After all, this war will include everybody."
"Everybody? Even us? I doubt anyone in the world knows who we are."
"You'd be surprised."
"…"
"If you have nothing to say, I'm going to take my leave now. I need to get some beauty sleep anyways."
So, the master left, leaving the student there, alone, to ponder his thoughts. However, his thoughts were only on one thing.
"Fancy that, a sorcerer. Just like me."
-
"It's so cold."
He was wrapped in a blanket and shivering against the corner of the room. With a metallic silver sheen, the walls of the room showed an appraisal of him from various angles.
His mind was crumbling, he knew that much. So much had happened in the past. So much had happened since the coming of his foster father and becoming an apprentice to his studies. Perhaps it was the fact that he had learned so much in the past years that caused his psychological balance to tumble away. With the other images of himself looking at him from the walls, he was only reminded of how cold his own gaze could be. Cold and hardened. A bandage covering thousands of bloody scars. Shielding himself from his past. A past of fortitude and bloodshed. A past of apathy and regret.
He was reminded of how frail he was. The eight year old could only be frightened by the notion of how easily his life could be put out like candles on a birthday cake. A simple gust of wind was all it took for him to change completely.
Beside him was a large Mobian, the aquamarine colored turtle Vergil. Of course, it seemed that Vergil was either unconscious or sleeping, for he was sprawled out on the floor in no exact position.
It was then that Miles decided to do something that would change his life. "I need a backup plan. What if this all fails…?"
He got up quickly and searched through a pile of papers that lay on the wooden desk beside him. Perhaps he had gone schizo over the years, his paranoia creeping up behind him, making sure that no little detail was lost in anything he did. No one could see it, but there was one thing Miles knew that no one else in the world knew. Perhaps not even Robotnik.
He was afraid. Afraid that his very life will fold against him and collapse. Afraid that he would have to live the same hellish life as he had four years ago. Afraid that the only one who had seen him and raised him would eventually betray him. However, after years of living a cold, almost dead life, he could keep his emotions from coming to the surface. Or so he liked to believe.
Miles shuffled through the papers on his desk. All of these were plans of various machinery and lab experiments. He needed a failsafe. A failsafe against death.
-
Dr. Ivo Robotnik was sitting at his own desk in the room below Miles'. He could hear sounds of a machine working and or being built. A small smile played upon his face. I know what you're doing, little fox…
-
Chapter two complete! Sorry for the delay. I was at England.
Anyways, has this opened up the plot a bit for you all? I hope you liked this chapter. Nothin' else to say here. Kind of said it all during the last chapter.
Bis zum nächsten Kapitel!
-Evershroud
