Mwahahaha! Ya'll really think I would trick you guys like that? *Crickets chirp* Uhh… *Coughs and clears throat* Anyway, this is a bonus chapter, kind of like the one in my first story called Sonic's Loss. But this one isn't about Sonic, in fact, this one is about what's happening back on Psymoria while Knights, Flyer, and Knekelda are stuck on Mobius…
ABCSonicKirbyWarriors: Hmm, to be honest, I haven't written very much in the second book yet. Eh, it'll all work out in the end. But, yeah, they are just like Sonic and Knuckles, which means that they probably won't get along with them... or will they? I don't know yet, we'll see. Thanks for all your reviews!
Werewolf lover99: Uhh, what? I'm sorry, I couldn't read the profile very well. But what I could read looked pretty good. So, maybe if you send it via PM? That might work better. But I think I might be able to squeeze at least one in there. Thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I merely own the planet of Psymoria, Dusk, Canvass, Wolfrick, the Freedom Keepers, Prof. Psycho, Mythic Forest, Mythic Heights, and the Psymore language (along with certain other elements I'm to lazy to mention). Thank you for understanding.
Chapter Twenty- Bonus Chapter- Back on Psymoria
If it was possible, Canvass felt as if he'd been burst into flames, exploded, been put back together, and then melted in a vat of toxic acid and then, finally, nuked with a nuclear bomb.
How in the name of the Angel Diamonds did this happen? the young cat wondered, pale brown eyes glistening with both shed and unshed tears. He didn't care that Fighters don't cry, he truly didn't. Three of his best friends had been killed by Professor Psycho while doing reconnaissance on his base of operations: Psychotopolis.
The worst part though was the fact that they wouldn't even be able to bury the bodies since none had been found.
The young feline shut his eyes, hoping to shut out the world. Dusk had always said that Canvass was too attached to them, and that he was too emotional.
Instead of the darkness he hoped would come with the closing of his eyes, the images of the three lost lives flashed through his closed lids. He saw Knights, that crazy-but-brave hedgehog-wolf that always knew how to lighten the mood (and get on everyone's nerves!) the one who'd been more the happy to let Canvass talk about his worries.
Knekelda. The hot-tempered, but good-hearted Fighter who kept the creeps that bullied him at bay and acted as a shield to the world. Though not good with words, she had no problems telling others what she thought of them, or telling them when they were wrong, as she had often done with Canvass himself.
Then there was Flyer. Sweet, innocent Flyer who had been like a sister to him. The younger vulpine had been a quiet presence that sent encouragement whenever needed. She'd never been upset over trivial things, and despite her young age, she'd always be willing to lend a ear.
Why is it the worst things always happen to those three? First Knights' first mission, when Psycho had sworn her his nemesis, now this! the tri-colored cat thought darkly, trudging through the rain that had started to pour two hours ago in the Mythic Forest.
It was fitting, in a sick way, that the sky had opened and poured out everything it had. Just like three days ago, when the Twister and its young occupants had been destroyed by Psycho. The feline passed by the team's cabins, and he paused respectfully before moving on, towards the large gathered group just yards ahead of him.
Dusk watched as Canvass approached the male duel-gray hedgehog. Pale brown eyes bore into pale green ones, silently pleading, silently wishing that everything was okay, that they hadn't just lost their only three friends.
Their best friends.
Three Weeks Later…
Canvass cursed as the hammer missed its target and hit his thumb instead of the nail. "Damn it!" the feline hissed angrily, dropping the hammer and grasping his throbbing digit.
"Those are some dark words for a fourteen-year-old," the deep voice of Dusk sounded from behind the white bodied and brown patched tomcat.
"These are dark times Dusk, darker now that I have to work everything double-time and without help," Canvass muttered, nursing his sore thumb glumly.
"Look Canvass, I know you're still hurting, hell, we all are-" the dark gray hedgehog male started, only to be cut off by Canvass as the young tomcat suddenly whipped around and glared at his remaining friend.
"Like hell they are!" the black eared cat hissed out. "Most of these people only care that they lost some good Fighters and a Engineer! The others are glad to have them out of their fur or feathers or scales or whatever they have!" he spat, sharp feline teeth showing.
"Calm down Canvass! Do you think Knights, Knekelda, or Flyer would approve of what you're doing?" Dusk snapped, his lighter gray striped quills rising in his own rising temper.
"That's low, even for you Dusk," Canvass growled, his white tail lashing behind him and black ears flat against his head. "And what do you mean by what I'm doing?" he asked, still glaring at the older hedgehog.
"You know damn well Canvass! For the last three weeks you've done nothing but work on this mech of yours! Anytime anyone comes by you snap at them and force them out! You won't let them anywhere near where they used to live and you keep everything in Flyer's corner spic and span!
"They're not coming back Canvass! Get that through your thick head already. Its been three weeks. Three weeks Canvass! You have to let them go, none of them would want you hoarding their memory like this." Dusk said scathingly, not showing any mercy to his young orphaned friend. He knew he was being a jerk, aiming low. But what choice did he have if he wanted to bring Canvass out of the dark shell he had created around himself?
"We all have our own way to cope Dusk. I guess mine's hoping that we will see them again. They never found the bodies, or the Twister. You cope by retreating from everyone even more and immersing yourself with fighting Professor Psycho, and don't pretend you don't believe that you're avenging Knights and the others, I know you do." Canvass told him, then turned away to work on his mechs again.
"And your way of coping is driving people away and creating a nuclear warhead to destroy Psycho for good. We both know that this isn't you Canvass," when no answer came, Dusk sighed, turned and walked away. He paused at the door of the workshop before speaking, without turning around.
"Flyer would be ashamed of you." with that, the male hedgehog left the young cat there, silent, shame filled tears running down his face as he thought of his fox cub sister.
Because he knew Dusk was right.
Flyer would be ashamed if she knew what he was doing.
*Whistles* Wow. Intense. What's up with me and making intense bonus chapters like this? *Shrugs* Who knows.
Well, what did you think of our newest characters Dusk and Canvass? Wanna know a secret? Do 'ya? Well… *Leans forward and whispers* I can't say, it's a secret!
So, till the next story my fine furry friends!- JAF logging out!