What Instrument Do You Play?
Chapter 2: Deals
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The orange fox awoke in a bunk bed on the van. His head was ringing as he slowly sat up. He questioned what was going on and then it all came back to him. Flying his plane over the city walls, being shot down by SWATbots, running away from the wolf and dingo, and then being saved by 3 hedgehogs. One of them moved as fast as the speed of sound. It took his breath away. Was there really someone like that? Or was he just having a bad dream?
He wrapped his blue cloak around his body tighter trying to feel some comfort. Maybe he could smell the faded scent of his father. He hadn't seen him in years. He could barely remember what he looked like. All he had left of him was this blue cloak.
"Hey, you're awake now!" A male voice cheered. "You feeling okay dude?" He looked up to find a green hedgehog staring at him with a happily smile. "You hungry? I can make you something." At the sound of food, the child's stomach growled. The brown eyed teen simply chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." He walked over to a small kitchen area. "I hope you like chilidogs, 'cause that's all my bro bought when he went shopping."
"Chilidog?" The boy questioned. He thought it sounded familiar, but he had never had one before. "What's that?"
"Did my mundo cool ears just hear what I thought they heard?" Another male voice questioned. In a flash, light green eyes stared into the little boy's blue ones. "Did my ears just hear you ask what a chilidog is?" The boy slowly nodded as he shrank back some. What had he just unleashed on himself? "You poor kid! Are you sure you're not sick?" The blue hedgehog placed his hand on his forehead. "You do feel a little warm. Manic bring me the thermometer."
"I'm sure he's fine." The green hedgehog assured. He placed the food on the tray and put the plate on the table. "Come sit down and eat kid. Don't worry about Sonic, he doesn't bite. And neither do I, okay?"
With this assurance, the boy crawled off the bunk bed and walked over to the table. He sat down and stared at the food before him. He had never had anything like this before. He sniffed it and it smelled good. His stomach let out a growl, demanding food immediately. So he tentatively picked up the chilidog and took a small bite. After chewing and swallowing, a huge smile came across his face. "This is delicious!" He said between bites.
"Well, will you look at that," Sonia rolled her eyes from the front seat, "Another person who loves chilidogs."
"Well duh! Who wouldn't like chilidogs?" Sonic stated. He turned back to the orange fox. "So what's your name kiddo?"
The orange fox looked up at him with wide eyes. The kind of look that screamed, "I'm in so much trouble." He just stared at the blue hedgehog for a while. Running over the possibilities in his head. He could tell them his name, but then they would ask for questions. Questions he wasn't sure if he could answer.
They'll see me a freak. Everyone always does. Even those who claimed they accepted me, didn't. I can tell by the look on their faces. "Oh your name is Miles?" they'll say. "What kind of name is that? That's a stupid name." And those comments will just go on and on. "You have two tails?! You're such a freak! What kind of mutant are you? Were you made in one of Robuttnik's labs?" I've dealt with those comments all of my life. I'm tired of hearing them. I'm tired of being hurt and hunted. I'm tired of people handing me over to scientists so they can use me as a lab rat. I'm sick of it! It'll probably be best not to tell them anything. Just thank them for the food and leave. Sure they saved me, but how can I trust strangers. For all I know, I could have just eaten a drugged hotdog. Though it was delicious.
The boy wrapped himself in his blue cloak. "Thank you very much for the food." He said in a timid voice. "But I really should be going."
"Where do you need to go?" The blue hedgehog asked as he stared at the boy with a friendly smile. The kid was trying to hide something. "Can you tell us why Buttnik's goons were chasing you?"
The boy just shrugged. "I don't know. But I really should get going."
"Really? Well, I've heard a rumor. Can I tell it to you? I'm going to anyway." Sonic smiled. "I heard from a couple of little birdies that you were the one flying that way past cool plane over the city. And since Robuttnik doesn't approve of anything, he had his SWATbots shoot you down. I also heard that when Eggbelly took over, he destroyed any and all planes that he couldn't control." The fox just stared at him with wide eyes. He was caught red handed. What else did this guy know? "Chill out buddy! We're the good guys! We're not going to hurt you. We just want to help. But we can't help if you don't talk to us. So no need to be scare, kay?"
"Kay." He nodded. Guess I'm stuck with these guys. "Yes. The plane was me. That's why they were after me. But I have to go get my plane. Or at least what's left of it. But who exactly are you guys? Are you freedom fighters or something?"
"Uh… Yeah. Isn't it obvious that we're freedom fighters, dude?" Manic asked as he sat down. "Let's go over intros again. I'm Manic! I'm the drummer and mechanic guy. This blue guy here is Sonic. He's the guitar and super speed freak with a love for chilidogs. Up front over there is our sister Sonia. She's the pianist and Spiny Annoying Princess. And we're the Sonic Underground. We're a freedom fighter group and a band, isn't that cool? So what about you little guy?"
The orange fox stared at him for a moment. "What are doing, looking for Queen Aleena or something?" He asked jokingly, not believing what he was hearing.
"Yeah. We are. She's our mother." Manic stated with a smile.
The boy's jaw dropped. "You're joking. Lying even." He stammered. "Queen Aleena and her kids are most likely dead. There's no way they're alive. And there's no way you're them!" His head was spinning from all this new information.
The two male hedgehogs exchanged looks of confusion. Sonic was the first to speak, "Well, we're alive. And we are Aleena's kids. Why else would the SWATbots call us 'Priority One?"
"Who knows." The fox shrugged. "Maybe you're secretly robots or actors who work for Robuttnik and are trying to capture and robotize me." He shouted as stood up from his seat. He was tired of the lies he was hearing. "Queen Aleena and her kids were probably captured by Robuttnik and robotized long ago! Or worse – killed. Either way, they're not around anymore." He turned on his heel as he made his way towards the door. He wasn't about to stay and be turned into some mindless robot. And even if they were actually freedom fighters, he wasn't in the mood for lies from anyone.
In a blue gust of wind, the blue hedgehog stood in front of the orange fox in a moment. His arms were crossed as he stared down the young kit. "I don't take kindly to being called a liar. My name is Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog. So what's your name, mister 'I have trust issues?' I'd like to clear up this understanding, and you being all standoffish isn't helping. So let's clear the air. What's your name and your deal?"
"My name? Why is that so important?" The fox shot back.
"Because I'd like to know what to call you."
"We don't need to have a conversation. Just let me go." The boy ordered as he pushed the blue hedgehog out of his way and attempted to pull at the door.
"Those doors are air tight, dude. They only open when the van is either stopped, or if I enter a specific pass code into the stirring wheel." The green hedgehog stated. "So let's save time and just talk. Sonia keep driving."
"But shouldn't we take him home to his parents?" Sonia asked, her blue eyes looking up at the rear view mirror.
"Nah. That would be a waste of time." Manic waved his hand. "I doubt he knows where they are, or if they're even alive." He extended his hand out to the orange fox. "Come with me. I want to show you something." He smiled warmly at the kit. The fox thought about it for a moment, but relented and took Manic's hand. Manic walked him over to the end of the van and pressed a button on the wall. It opened to reveal another room extended to the back of the van.
Inside was a two seater plane. It was painted bright red and yellowish orange. The plane was totaled and crushed, so most of the paint was chipping. It had bullet holes throughout it. One of its wings was blown off. The other was curled up toward the cockpit of the plane.
"The Tornado." The fox breathed his plane's name in astonishment.
"So this is your plane, right?" Manic asked with a smile. "Robuttnik sure did a number on it."
"My landing wasn't good either." The boy smirked.
"Did you make it? Its' name is Tornado right?" Manic questioned. "What a beautiful name. I wonder if she could go as fast as one."
"She can faster!" The fox beamed with pride over his now demolished invention.
"Well, I've got some tools. Why don't we work together to fix her up? If you still don't trust us by the time she's fixed, you can leave. No questions asked. But if you do trust us, will you at least tell us your name, or a nickname. I'd like to have something else to call you other than dude."
"I can deal with this deal." The fox extended his hand.
"Good. We supply supplies and help. You get to learn if you trust us or not." The green hedgehog's eyes shined with joy as the two shook hands, making the deal solid.
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Krissie: Sorry it took so long. I started school and haven't had the time/inspiration to right.
