And the dark side rises once more….
Hello everyone, yes I am finally done with college work and I am back to writing this fanfic. I have a lot to do this summer, but a good portion of it is to try and make up for the month you guys had without me.
Now as we all know, the winner of the OC contest was Black Vendetta who I would like to congratulate again on the OC design. I still think everyone made good effort and a lot of you should take some of your OC and put them in your own fics. That was something I was hoping to also do, find some way to help fellow writers with their writing.
Speaking of OC's, my OC Jake is going to get a little more attention in this fanfic. I made sure to make it so he gets his fair share of the plot while keeping Tails and the rest in the spotlight as well.
I would also like to announce that this fanfic is now on The Sonic the Hedgehog Fan Fic Recommendations Page on TV Tropes. I feel that this was a great accomplishment and I know I'm not the best and there is a lot I can improve upon on my fic, but I'm glad that I'm now part of the recommendations list and hopefully this will bring more people into reading the fic. I would like to thank you guys again and I would like to thank REV6Pilot for suggesting me onto the site in the first place.
Other than this, let us read on and enjoy
"Sometime you would rather never face your old memories than be reminded of them."
-Dark Side of the World
(Underground facility)
It was out there, waiting … Waiting for him to come out of his safe zone.
But no place was safe… not from it. It was watching him from every direction. It's form was watching him from inside the walls, through the halls, even inside his very mind.
What we they thinking when they studied it? How could they as pathetic mere mortals been able to try and touch the veil of the unknown, of the nameless horror that only moments ago had been harmless and, in a matter of seconds, descended upon them like the Pale Ride upon the ruined, blood stained crust of a desecrated earth.
He held the only weapon he had, his flashlight, and slowly crawled out of his cardboard box to get a quick look. Just to see if it was still there, waiting.
How stupid a question was that? It was always waiting… It had no reasoning about time, because, well, how can a timeless being judge what time even is?
Standing up, his knees moving like rattled chains, he made his way through the dark storage room to the door. A small sound made him freeze up. His mind blanked and his body tensed as if it had been paralyzed.
He didn't breathe or think. What would be the point?
It was here… It was always here, like he knew it was… It was only watching, and waiting for him to come out. Even though it could have killed him easily… It decided to toy with him and make him think that, for one split second, he had some hope of living.
But he was going to die. He could feel it slithering around the area. The atmosphere itself around him was dying. There was no more feeling of anything at this point. His mind and body had given up at once upon their final realization that he was about to meet his gruesome end.
He wanted to scream, but he had no voice. Even if he had, there would be no point in screaming.
It then descended upon him….
(Cue opening music to the DMC anime)
…Dark Side of the World Presents…
… A Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic…
…crossed over with material from Devil May Cry….
…as well as information of Demonology and Angelology….
...edited by REV6Pilot…
BLOODTAIL: THE DEMON HUNTER
Disclaimer: The author owns nothing that is not his, which includes Sonic the Hedgehog and Devil May Cry
(O.A.S.I.S. Headquarters)
Styer told the group that he was to show them to a meeting room, where they would wait for his superiors to arrive. Unfortunately, the meeting was to be top secret so, much to the children's displeasure, Rotor, Cream, and Hanyo were exempted.
To general surprise, Jake was asked to join the group. He was confused by such a request at first, but he agreed none the less. Asking Styer why Jake needed to come was fruitless, as the envoy didn't answer.
After separating from the kids and Rotor, they followed Styer up the elevator and through a series of halls until they arrived in a circular shaped room with a round table, chairs, and windows on almost every wall.
Soon the four were left to their own devices for some time, as Styer left to bring others who would be in this meeting.
Got any queens?, a bored Sparda asked.
Go fish, Nevan replied with a sigh.
Got any six's? Cerberus piped up.
Jesus! I swear you're cheating! It must be the three fucking heads you have, said an angry Sparda.
You're just jealous because you suck!
Rubbing his temples in frustration, Siles wondered how longer they were going to have to wait. It had been an hour and already he was dying of boredom.
"This is ridiculous. You'd think they would have at least prepared something for us to pass the time with, like coffee, a magazine or something," Amy voiced his words.
"Welcome to my world. I have to deal with this stuff all the time," said Sally, rolling her eyes from across the table.
"How do you do it?" Amy asked.
"A lot of practice," Sally replied with a smirk. "Those 'Royal Adjustment' lessons I took as a kid helped."
Amy shivered at the thought and turned to Jake. He continued to look out the window facing the city with a calm expression. However, Amy could sense a bit of fear and anger, which was unusual to notice in the man. Then again, he hadn't wanted to come to Geneva at all. Plus, why was he asked to be in this meeting in the first place? He didn't have anything to do with the political situation at all; hell, he wasn't even a mobian. Maybe they feel a human that's known to us will benefit them somehow.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Siles spoke to her. "He looks worried….like something he doesn't want to see is going to appear in front of him."
"Maybe he does have a good reason for not coming… You think he grew up here?"
Siles shrugged.
"How can you not know? You've been friends for years."
"Yeah, but he's never talked much about his past. All I know is that he has a dad and a younger sister. I think he said his mom left the family for some reason, but I don't remember what. Other than that he said nothing else, and I never pressured him into revealing things."
"But he knew about you."
"Well, I grew to trust him. There are a few other people who already knew about my real identity before it was revealed. Only those who I could trust, though, and those are few."
Amy could understand that. After all, the people he had loved had betrayed him and led him to his supposed death; it wasn't a surprise that Siles trusted less afterwards.
The door suddenly opened and they saw Styer come in, with two men accompanying him this time. One person two people recognized right away, one for having been human and the other for being in the human lands for so long.
He was a young man, around thirty years old, with light sandy hair and piercing blue eyes. His handsome boyish face with clear skin pictured him as the perfect image for an ideal young man model, with both the posture and physique there to support the idea. He wore a bright green military outfit suited for a high-ranking officer, which had so much metal it almost seemed impossible for a man apparently that young to achieve so many medal-earning feats in such a short time.
But he did.
Because he was humanity's hero. The Head of O.A.S.I.S.: General Commander Alexander Gillburn.
Even Siles had a huge deal of respect for the man who had helped lead some amazing campaigns on various cultists, demonic uprisings, and even full blown armies. Were a man like him in charge of the Inquisition, the problems they were having would be gone in a flash.
The other man was older, around his mid fifties, with a bald head. He wore a simple business suit. With a smile on his face, he walked over to Sally and bowed.
"It's an honor to finally meet you, your majesty. My name is Connor Novak. I am one of the members of the U.N.O.'s Parliament and a representative of Geneva. You may not know, but I did have the honor of meeting your father once when I was younger."
"Thank you, Mr. Novak," said Sally, with a neutral expression. Now that he entered, it was a game of negotiations and politics. She would have to be careful.
"Oh and this is Commander General Alexander Gillburn. He's head of the O.A.S.I.S." Novak pointed out Alexander in the back as he replied with a nod, "And your company is?"
"Amy Rose, Inquisition officer."
"Siles 'Bloodtails' Prower, demon hunter."
"Jake."
General Gillburn looked at the man. "Jake Irvin is your full name, right?"
Jake's eyes looked down at the ground in anger before nodding. All the time, he stayed silent. Soon everyone sat down in their respective seats, except for Jake himself, who decided to lean on a window. Siles, Amy and Sally sat on one end, while the other three sat across from them. Neither party said anything for a while, until Novak sighed and started to speak.
"Your majesty, I first want to personally tell you that all of us in the U.N.O. deeply regret the actions our military had to perform upon your capital. It was a choice we wish we didn't have to do, but you must understand…"
"I do understand," said Sally with a calm voice. "I do. I know I'm no longer fighting just a demonic insurrection; I'm fighting a true war against an army of demons, cultists, and madmen. I've seen my people eaten and turned into undead nightmares against their will, my city was destroyed, not just by your hand but also by corruption, and I've lost one of the most important people in my life…"
Siles felt his hand start to shake, but Amy quickly placed hers on his to calm him down.
"…and, as much as I may be angry at your kind for what you have done, I realize that I would have done the same thing in the end if our positions were switched. And while others will see this as a final act of betrayal upon the pride of Mobius, I am willing to make a deal with you in order to end this."
Novak nodded. "Of course. A.R.C.A.N.O is not just a threat to Mobius, but a worldly one. We suspect they were keeping their actions inside your nation in order to avoid our detection, but it's obvious now that we are dealing with no simple cult. Necromancy in any form is one of the highest of the black arts, so it's not a small-time handful, and the fact that they can teleport armies of theirs around the world only intensifies the threat."
Master Sergeant Styer stepped forward with an envelope and handed it to the Queen. She opened it and found several papers and pictures.
"Our intelligence has managed to get a few ideas of the main members of the organization. It took a lot of spy work, but we managed to capture a few shots. Recognize any of them?" Alexander asked.
The pictures were passed by each set of hands. The first was a grey wolf covered in only blue ripped shorts, his fur covered by what looked like glowing blue runes. His face was similar to that of a wild animal gone mad. Nobody recognized him.
When the next picture came, both Siles and Amy recognized it right away. It was the black cat they met during the invasion, the one who had brought the Justice with her.
"This one, she said her name was Linna and she has the ability to teleport through time and space. She's also a carrier of an Arcana demon, but I don't know which one. I believe that she was the one who teleported the army to Mobotropolis," said Siles.
"What about this one?" asked Styer as he handed another picture to Siles.
Siles took the picture, and gasped as he felt a familiar fear in his mind. The picture showed a white haired male with a blue coat and cold eyes glaring at the center of the photo.
"This is…"
(Flashback)
Turning his head towards their new enemies, he then noticed the human who was staring at him…
Now Bloodtail's senses were urging him to run like hell from this guy, who seemed to be even worse than the big, winged, armored skeleton freak close by. It was like he could kill just by looking with those cold, sharp eyes which he never once moved from staring at the fox. He yearned to look away, but couldn't help but stay still.
And from those eyes he saw a desire to fight, to take him on with all he had… But disappointment and impatience almost clouded that impression. It was like the human felt that he was not a true challenge yet.
Those are the eyes of a veteran warrior, one who has shed blood a thousand times over and has done horrible things at the same time. This human…no, he's not even close to human. He almost feels…familiar. Beowulf mused.
You too? Nevan, what about you? Doesn't he feel or sense a bit like… somebody you know? Cerberus asked.
Yes…he does. Those looks, too… the eyes, mostly…I've not seen them since…when? The vampire questioned.
Sparda was silent the whole time.
After a long time of silence, Zeith looked away from Bloodtail. "Deal with them. I have what we needed. I suggest you finish this as soon as possible and leave the city to its fate. Return once you are done."
"As you… command" said Dumat. Sonic and Bloodtail witnessed Zeith open a portal of darkness and disappear with what Sonic recognized as the Sword of Acorns.
"Hey, wait!", he shouted, about to run until Bloodtail grabbed him and jumped across the room, in time as the Death Arcana jumped forward and smashed his fist right at their ground. A burst of blue flames burned everything in a small radius, including the ground and the councilors close by.
(End Flashback)
"You know him?" asked an interested Alexander.
"I've… only met him once. I don't know his name, but… I was more afraid of him than I was of the Death Arcana. He's really dangerous." Siles was finding it hard to breathe. The memory of that person still caused him fear.
He soon calmed down, but his thoughts were still on that human… if he was one.
I know I've seen him before….but where?, suggested Cerberus.
Well, what we do know is that he's powerful and white haired. So that means he's a badass, said Sparda.
Oh come on, just because a guy has white or silver hair doesn't make him a badass, argued Cerberus.
Yes it does. Anytime a person with white hair shows up chances are they beyond awesome and can kick anybody's ass. It works in both fiction and real life!
Name twenty.
Yukishiro Enishi, Drizzt Do'Urden, Daniel Hall, Hatake Kakashi, Ginko, Accelerator, Dii, Archer, Cinder of the Chandrian, Gerald Tarrant, Cable, Ragna the Bloodedge, The Third Doctor, Gin Ichimaru, Akumetsu, Kuze, Serph, Sten, Gandalf, and Sephiroth.
Name five more!
Kevin Nash, Bill Overbeck, Cecil Harvey, Soma Cruz, and Clint Eastwood.
Six more!
Near, Seta Souji, Amidamaru, Alexander "Sasha" Nikolaevich Hell,Suede Gauche, and yours truly when in human form.
… Go fuck yourself.
Alexander took the picture from Siles and nodded, implying they'd keep an eye out for him.
"Now that that's out of the way, we agree that we need each other's support. That is good… But unfortunately, due to certain circumstances, we cannot really negotiate. Our priorities are elsewhere at the moment," said Novak.
"I take it that this has to do with the research station incident we've been hearing so much of," Siles said. I have a feeling I know where this is going…,he thought as General Alexander nodded.
"What do you know so far?"
"Only that a research station outside the city went silent and everyone in the entire area is all getting ready for World War 4," said Jake.
"That's half true. One of our research stations did go silent… But the truth is, it's not far from the city. It's actually underneath it," said Alexander. He saw he had left them confused and quickly added "If we announced that there is danger in the city, there would be crowd panic on a massive scale. So we twisted the truth a bit in order to make sure we have order and nothing goes wrong."
"What is this research station exactly?" asked Sally, who was now curious.
"It's a level 5 underground station that was designed to test, study, and observe mythical artifacts of both demonic and angelic nature. Just recently the station's head scientist alerted us that he and his private team had discovered a demonic artifact that had important data they needed. Unfortunately, they didn't have the resources or manpower to deal with it. So they asked us for permission to use the 'Specter Protocol'."
"Specter Protocol?" parroted Amy.
"It's a protocol that all O.A.S.I.S. divisions have the option of using. If they think a mission or operation is too dangerous or important for any information to be sent back at the risk of a leak, they activate it. When it's active, the division is given free rein to all necessary funds, equipment, workers, and they can keep silent about it as much as they want. However, the protocol only lasts two months, and once it's been used, it can't be used again for a full decade." said Novak.
That seems dangerous and requires a lot of trust into the division that utilizes a protocol like that. Either these guys really trust their men… Or they're blind fools, mused Nevan.
"So how long did this go on for?" asked Sally.
"It was secluded to end in two weeks, but just ten hours ago we received a call. Just listen." Alexander then pulled out a small remote and pressed the "Play" button, causing the remote to play some static before a voice was heard.
Can any*buzz* hear this… *crackle* …we… *kzzzt*…something wrong… *crackle* … the A*buzz* wo*fzzzt*… is lose… all… *buzz*… areas are under… *buzz*… control… we need*buzz* help! And… *crackle*… is that *fzzzt*… OH GOD*crackle*…GAH! *buzz*….GGAAshh!*crackle*…
Sounds of tearing and screaming were heard between the static leaps before the tape went silent. Nobody said anything for a short while, until Sally broke the silence.
"I take it there were others like this?"
"A few, but they were all the same. Some of the messages spoke about a "black form" and "nameless horror" that we couldn't understand. Whatever they were studying wasn't something we would probably have approved of. As you can see it's one of the… drawbacks of the Specter Protocol." That said, Alexander put the recorder away.
"Wait… If this… thing, is right underneath the city, why haven't you sent troops or agents down there already?" asked Siles. He had a feeling of what the answer was going to be.
"We did. None reported back." And there it was.
Bloodtail rolled his eyes. "Alright, let's skip the bullshit and just say you want me to go in there and take care of this alright?"
"You're right, and I'm sorry. But there is a reason why we brought this to you: you're the best in the world when it comes to things like this. We would send better trained agents, but each of them is more precious to us than money. You are a demon hunter, so you are, in a sense, a better person to pick for this job. I'm sure a good number of agents can deal with this, but in a business standpoint you're more expendable," Novak said, facing Bloodtail.
Why can't we go through one day without a goddamn adventure? I mean, I like killing things and all, but would it kill for us to have one day of not having our asses on the line?,groaned Sparda.
What do you mean 'asses'? It's only mine that on the line every day!
Yeah well, don't forget who gave you the power that lets you keep that two tailed ass of yours!
"And I'm willing to bet that you guys aren't going to be open to negotiations until this mission is completed. Am I right?" asked Bloodtail. He had guessed halfway through the talk that this was going to happen.
"Unfortunately, yes. You will be paid, of course. Also, this will help with some of the brass and politicians who are a bit… reluctant to side with the nation of Mobius," said Novak with a smile.
Sally stood up. "I must say that I am a bit angered by this."
They turned to her, and listened.
"I came here out of good faith that you would give us aid, especially since the Exterminatus was done by your O.A.S.I.S. And now you ask us to aid you in something that was caused by your own fault and negligence? I'm sorry, but I'm starting to lose my patience."
Novak and Alexander looked at each other before Alexander nodded. "There is something that will benefit you, your majesty, if you do help us. A gift from us that I'm sure you and your people will want."
Sally was incredulous. "And that is?"
"Something I can only tell you in secret. Please follow me," Alexander said as he nodded to the door. She eyed the human general a bit before getting up and heading outside with him. After they left, Novak turned to the remaining three. "While their discussion is going on, I will ask something of Mr. Irving here. Is it true that you are the son of Professor Isaac Irving?"
Bloodtail and Amy turned to Jake, who looked at Novak with a hint of shock and anger. "I might be. Why?"
"Because it may interest you to know that the head of the research station was none other than Professor Irving."
Jake slammed his hands on the table. "Is Rebecca in there, too!" No one expected Jake to rush over to Novak and pull him up by his shirt, which was exactly what he did. He shouted at the politician, demanding answers, while Styer tried to pry him off the representative as gently as he could… which ended up with Jake being thrown to the floor by a shove and landing hard on his back.
"Hey, cool it, buddy!" snarled Styer. "Don't know what your problem is, but you need to calm down!"
"Calm down? How can I calm down when my little sister could be trapped with… with whatever is down there?" Jake yelled as he got up. He glared intensely at Jackson, but the O.A.S.I.S agent was unfazed.
"What about your dad? Aren't you worried about him too?" Amy asked.
"That bastard could be dead and I could care less. Shit… Rebecca."
Jake was surprising the hell out of both Mobians. They had never seen him so angry, or terrified, before. It was obvious that Jake had some family issues that held a lot of history he didn't want to deal with.
The awkward moment was interrupted by the door opening and the sight of a shocked, but hardened Sally, who kept her eyes at the ground, her fists in rage.
"Aunt Sally? What's wrong?" Bloodtail asked before glaring at Alexander accusingly. What did he tell her?
"Tails…I want you to take this mission," she said, giving him the old "leader look" she had when she gave orders to the Freedom Fighters in the old days. It sort of shocked him to see that look, but he nodded nonetheless.
Wonder what she was told.
"Amy, I would like you to accompany Siles." She continued. Amy saluted.
"I want to come too," Jake demanded as he stepped forward. "I have… personal issues in this."
Sally was taken by surprise, but agreed.
"Good. Agent Styer here will accompany you along with a few men of his choosing. You leave in two hours. In the meantime, Her Majesty and I can talk about some of negotiations," said Novak. He then turned to Alexander. "Make sure the public doesn't know anything about this. We don't know what we're facing."
"Understood," Alexander saluted and soon left.
"Well, then…" said a grinning Styer. "If you could follow me, I'll show you where our armory section is held."
The three nodded and followed the O.A.S.I.S. agent, leaving Sally and Novak alone.
(O.A.S.I.S. HQ, Armory Department)
"Holy shit."
"Ditto shit."
"Double ditto shit."
Never in either of their lives had they seen such a well equipped and huge armory. The entire room was at least a thousand square feet wide, and with hundreds of agents and soldiers crossing over huge sorted lockers of weapons, ranging from pistols to multi-plasma missile launchers. Each locker held a different type of weapon and ammo type, sorted by manufacture, clip capacity, barrel length, specific environment types, and many other specifics.
"You could fill the entire Inquisition HQ with all these weapons," observed Amy as they followed Styer.
The man smirked. "Well, we get funding from every nation in the U.N.O., and even those that don't belong to us. Every weapon you can think of, from bullets to lasers to even the mystical voodoo stuff, we got ready for us twenty-four seven. Personal weapons are allowed, but me? I prefer good old military combat style," he explaine, nodding to a few humans who waved or saluted at him.
"Were you in the military before all this?" Bloodtail prodded.
"Joined the U.N.O. military at 18, and later spent some time at the Rangers before I joined the S.A.S., Special Assault Service, at age 25. Best years of my life, those. Then five years later they ask me to be an O.A.S.I.S. agent, and here I am." Styer then turned around and faced the two of them, a serious look on his face. "Now look… I know you two," he pointed to Bloodtail and Amy, "are used to working on your own while doing things your way and you," he then pointed to Jake, "are only here because your dad's the head researcher. But while I am under orders to obey your command, Drowler, I will not do anything that will lead my team to death. I take all my missions seriously and I don't take crap from anybody. Just so we know."
"You don't trust me?" asked Bloodtail.
"Maybe a bit. But, if you're as good as they say, then I guess I don't have to worry much, do I?" he replied with a smirk, before taking out a pair of shades and covering his eyes with them.
"This will be interesting," said a smiling Amy.
"Agreed," said her boyfriend. They soon arrived at a desk near one of the walls where a black female security officer in blue Kevlar gear sat, smiling.
"About time you got here. What you do you need this time?"
"Give me the Panther," he replied. The officer handed him a huge duffel bag along with an assault rifle that the visitors hadn't seen before. It looked like a cross between a Colt M4 and a SCA-H, with the barrel lengthened an extendable scar stock and a top rail piece with a red dot sight mounted on it.
"Like it? I call it Panther. It's a custom made SOCHAR-CM26. It uses 6.8 mm Mag. Comes with a tripod, extra firm hand grip, and a 2.5X magnification dot sight for those special moments where you want to take careful aim. Accurate, powerful, and has saved my ass in the fire zone for years. That, combined with the especially made blessed bullets we use, makes this baby a demon's worst nightmare," Styer explained, locking and loading as an example as well as pointing out the parts he mentioned.
Amy whistled. "Damn, wish I had one."
"You want a gun? Ask for it. You're on mission with us, so it's all free."
Bloodtail refused. "I'm good."
After all, ordinary guns and swords are of little value when one has four demons by their side.
Amy thought about it, looking at her own weapons, specifically her pistols. While she felt comfortable with them, she still wanted a big boom. "Got anything that's explosive?"
The woman only smiled and rummaged through the stockpiles, finally handing a long grey rifle-like weapon. It had a big grip and two barrels glowing blue, an effect caused by their connection to a charger the size of a fist. Finally, on top was an x-ray vision sight. "This is the EDF Rail Driver. Shoots ultra-high velocity depleted uranium slugs that can penetrate almost anything, including vehicles and structures. It effectively makes cover irrelevant to the target and turns vehicles into death traps."
Amy received the device, which felt almost the weight of her Katalina-Ann.
"It has a limited amount of ammo, though, so use it wisely. I'd give you some more, but they're too heavy to be portable."
"Got it."
"What about me?" Jake asked.
"Oh yeah, forgot you were coming," Styer snarked.
"Ha ha. Now can I get something to blast shit with?"
"Ever fire a gun before?"
"Of course, plenty of times," Jake bragged, smirking. The others, however, just raised one of their eyebrows.
"… Okay, just first person shooter arcade games. Sue me." Jake sighed. "But can you at least give me a pistol?"
Shaking his head, Styer turned to the lady. "Give him a Screaming Mantis."
She looked surprised at first, but then shrugged and went to the back.
"Screaming Mantis, huh? I like it. Sounds like something you hear in action movie," Jake mused. He proceeded to act in a bad Sylvester Stallone-like voice. "Put the babe down or I'll blow your fucking balls off with my Screaming Mantis!"
Oh yeah, very intimidating. All he needs to do now is go all Reb Brown screaming with a machine gun and he's the next Charles Bronson, joked Sparda.
Hey I liked Reb Brown! complained Beowulf.
You would. Next you'll tell me you like Steven Seagal.
…
You've got to be shitting me.
I liked Under Siege 2.
The arms lady soon returned and said, "Here you go, son."
Turns out he "Screaming Mantis" was a small a small cyber looking grip with a giant syringe looking barrel and holder. It was half the size of Jake's hand and didn't even look like it could blast through lead.
"Oh come on. This little thing is my gun? It looks so small." Jake whined.
Styer laughed. "Sometimes the small things have the biggest punches. Now that were done arming ourselves, I'm going to get my team and suit up. Meet us at the hangars in twenty minutes so we can get going."
The three nodded and soon headed out. As they traveled through the stacks of guns, Jake muttered to himself. "Stupid army punk… giving me a small gun. Bet it's one of those penis jokes…"
"You know you don't have to come with us if you don't want to." Bloodtail spoke.
Jake shook his head. "No… I've got to go. Like I said, this is personal, and I've got to make sure that… that… man, didn't do anything to her." He felt a vile taste in his throat.
Upon exiting the doors, Amy and Bloodtail stopped and turned to Jake, wanting to hear some answers, but the human was already ahead of them by a margin. He turned back and saw the Mobians not following him, and returned. "Yeah I get it…you want to know more. Fine," he sighed, then leaned on the walls with his arms crossed. "What do you want to know?"
"Is this the reason why you didn't want to come? Because your father was here?" Bloodtail asked.
"Kind of… I knew he was working here with my sister, but we didn't really stay in touch. We haven't talked since I left them, years ago. My dad is… 'he's an ass' is not even close to insulting him. He was a scientist for O.A.S.I.S when he met my mom, and to this day I don't know what she saw in him. Yet, they married six months later and went on to have me and Rebecca. My mom soon saw the horrible person my dad really was and left us four years after Rebecca was born. Didn't even say goodbye…"
His voice dropped. "… Not that I blame her."
"Was it really that bad? Living with your father, I mean," Amy asked.
Jake laughed bitterly. "Bad? Try downright terrible. The guy is an obsessed freak: all he sees or cares about is science. He would manipulate anybody to get his way, and damn the consequences. I've lost count the numerous times he did blackmail, slept with assistants of any taste, stole data from rivals, and many other illegal actions, to get the results he wanted for his experiments and studies. The guy is a fricken' mad man."
"I bet Teacher Conferences were quite a show, huh?" guessed Bloodtail with a tone of sympathy.
"Yeah right. Like he ever was there for me for anything. Not even school. All that because I wasn't, in his words, 'smart enough to even be worth paying attention to'. Whatever happened to positive family influence, huh?"
He didn't pay attention to him because he wasn't a genius? That's harsh, Beowulf commented.
"What about your sister?" Bloodtail asked. "Did he treat her badly as well?"
"No, not really. She always met his standards. Rebecca was quite the kid back in her day. She graduated from the same schools that he went to, and even skipped a few grades. Still, he didn't treat her like a daughter. More like another useful tool that could help him with his research."
"Wait a minute; if he did all those things you mentioned earlier, why is he still working at his job?" Amy questioned. If Jake's father even did half of these things, then why isn't he in jail?
"Because my father is one of the best, and not only that, he can hide his tracks well. There always were accusations, but they never got farther than the mouth. I don't know if it's because the higher ups made it go away because my father is an important person, or if he made them go away himself. Either way, I didn't care. I couldn't wait till I left," Jake replied.
"How bad was it?"
"Well…"
(Flashback)
"What do you mean by 'forbidding me from going'!" shouted a much younger Jake, dressed in a white T-shirt and black pants with skull designs on the knees. He was yelling at the man across from him, a man in his late forties, who had light brown hair with some hints of grey at the end. He was dressed in a half white and half black lab coat and brown dockers, and had black rimmed glasses protecting his cold looking eyes. Jake slammed his fist into the wall of their Victorian-styled living room, screaming "What makes you have any right in saying what I want to do in my life?"
"I'm not wasting my money on your efforts to become a demon researcher. You don't have the talent or the patience to do such a thing. It would be a waste…" Jake's father spoke, as he pushed his glasses up and glared. "… for both you and the teachers there."
The boy got in the man's face, red with fury. "What kind of father tells his son to give up on his desires and just forget about it! I know I wasn't the smartest kid in all my classes, but the least you can do is just help me get into the college!"
"You're not good enough for college. An idiot like you, who is always letting his emotions rule him and never taking anything seriously. You're always wasting time chasing after those… animals. What are you, a zoophile?" Isaac Irving said, even as he shook his head in disgust and disappointment.
Jake smirked, pulling away. "You know it's been proven that because of the human DNA they have in their bodies now thanks to the Xorda Bombings there are no longer considered 'animals' but 'Anthrosapians'.Meaning they are just as human on the inside as you and me. Even most religions have accepted this."
"The study was done by a bunch of fools who didn't even go to the Geneva University of Genetics. That's the only college that shows any real sense of true science."
"Because you went there, am I right? You're such an egomaniac," Jake let out a harsh laugh at that, "no wonder mother left you."
Isaac only shook his head. "Your mother left because she was weak and couldn't accept the things I do for the sake of the scientific community and humanity. Something only your sister seems to have understood. You were given her weak genes, while Rebecca was given mine."
This pissed Jake off even more. He stomped towards his father and stared straight into his eyes. "Don't bring Rebecca into this. She's just a fourteen year old girl and the only reason you show any 'care' for her is because she wants to impress you. When was the last time you ever really showed any affection for her? She's your daughter, but not once have you listened to her, ask for her day, hug her, or even say "I love you"? I have had to do all that, because the only time you ever care about her is when she's doing work. You only look after here because she is of use to you, like a tool."
"She's important because at least she shows some measure of talent, which is the opposite of you. You're nothing but a pathetic immature boy who is not even worth thinking about. If you want to go to this college so bad and try to pursue a career you can't possible do… then leave and never come back."
"FINE! I was never a 'son' to you anyway, so why the fuck should I even care?"
Jake shoved his father away and made his way through long corridors until he reached a black door and opened it, revealing his room. It was filled with the typical teenage wonders such as video games, books, magazines, computers, and clothes all over the floor. The teenager went to his closet and took out two suitcases, where he started piling clothes and other materials in a violent rage, just cramming everything inside and pushing it all down.
"Are your really leaving?"
Upon hearing that sentence he turned around, and saw a young teenage light brown haired girl with a red shirt and brown leggings. She looked nervous and timid as she slowly walked over to Jake and held his hand. "Are you really leaving me?"
Jake turned around and squeezed her hand. "I… I'm sorry. I just can't stay here anymore… not with him," he sighed.
"Will you ever come back?" she asked, tears in her eyes.
"I will, for you… but not for him. I don't even know why you try your best to get his attention; you know he only cares about you because you please him with your results in your studies. Maybe if I joined high school at the age of twelve, I would have been more liked by him… but I don't think it's even worth it."
"I still want….I still want to see him look at me as a daughter…he's the only parent we have left now ever since mom left," Rebecca reminded him, looking down. "I just wish we were a family."
Jake hugged her and felt guilty that he was doing this, but after that last fight and so many before, it was clear that he and his father couldn't even be in the same room for five incomplete seconds.
"Promise me you'll come back to see me one day," she begged him.
"I promise… I promise…"
(End Flashback)
"…I quickly took all the money I had in my trust funds, got into my school with a grant, and the rest is history. I haven't spoken to either my sister or my dad in five years. Now I find out that that old bastard dragged her into something dangerous… I shouldn't have left her with him."
Both mobians could tell that Jake was feeling guilty about all this and they couldn't help but sympathize with him.
"Why did you never tell me?" asked Bloodtail. He was curious as to why, after all this time, Jake never mentioned or showed anything about his past.
"I don't know… Maybe a part of me didn't want to think about it, or maybe I was hoping to leave it be. In time I guess I grew to accept what happened and buried it, but ever since we got here… all those old memories just came flooding back," Jake sighed again, before he shook his head and stood straight. "But enough about my memory lane. Let's meet up with army boy and his crew so we can get this all over with… even if I only have this stupid pistol."
Nodding, the couple followed him to the meeting place.
(Later, Hangar Bay)
Soon enough, Styer and his team were already waiting for them right by an air transporter none of them had seen before. It was about nineteen meters in length and five in height, with the cockpit looking like a helicopter's but the rest of the design made in likeness to a jet, with the down curved wings spanning about seventeen meters long, and twin rocket boosters in the back. It had a tough grey color and showed to be heavily armed, with hull mounted laser cannons and two heavy machine guns, which Styer said were known as bolters. Finally, there were two sets of Hellstrike missile launchers on each of the wings.
Styer came forward, now looking different with not only his gun, but also a set of gear bearing various magazines, grenades and even extra side arms, along with a Special Ops helmet with night vision goggles on top. "I take it you've never seen a Valkyrie before? This baby here is used by nearly every fast strike group in the entire O.A.S.I.S. armed forces. This will be getting us to the entrance in less than half an hour." He then showed them rest of the crew, which consisted of ten men and four women with armor similar to Styer's, but each had different types of personal weapons, ranging from laser rifles to light machine guns.
"Okay, listen up," said Styer. The squad stood at attention. "This here is our second party coming in with us for the ride. You will listen to the fox at all times, just like you do with me. As for the other two, just make sure you work together and don't kill each other – especially since that guy" he pointed to Jake "is an FNG. Are we clear?"
"Sir! Yes, sir!" they shouted in clear unity.
"Good. Now, our mission is simple. As you know, one of our research stations in the city has gone dark. We're gonna go in, sweep and clear, and kill anything unnatural in there since we don't know what kind of shit we are getting ourselves into. Expect hostiles and hostages in the area. Survivors are a secondary objective, while securing the area and data of the research are first priority. Clear?"
"Clear, sir!"
"Alright, we are Oscar Mike! Move!"
The squad quickly geared up and moved their way to the Valkyrie.
"Let's get this bird in the air," said Styer as the three others followed him into the airship. Soon enough, it took off and headed into the city.
(Meanwhile, back at the meeting room)
"I've just been informed that Agent Styer, his men, and your friends have just taken off and are heading to the drop zone," said Novak as he put away his comlink.
"Good. Now let's discuss how much help the U.N.O. is willing to give us," said Sally across from the table.
"Are you not worried?"
"I trust Siles and the others to make it out alive. I've seen them go through much worse with me, and I know they will survive."
Novak smiled. "It's hard to place that much faith in people these days. But you're right, let's discuss the extension on how much we can help your nation. Just so you know, you already have thousands upon thousands of charity donations and organizations that are already planning on sending your nation everything, from food to medical supplies. They just need your clearance to allow them access to your country."
The Queen felt a wave of relief. "That shouldn't be too hard."
"Yes, but as for government help… it gets complicated. The U.N.O. holds a belief that all nations, no matter what they are, have the right to rule themselves if they so wish. However, nations in the U.N.O. dedicate themselves for the good of all the nations in the order, not just their own. They listen to the Parliament council first, and their own governments second. While their rulers still have some power, it's really the laws of the U.N.O. as a whole that the nations listen to. Because of this, some human nations have refused to join us and instead rule by themselves. There are also times when nations of the U.N.O. want to break away and instigate rebellion, but they are small and rarely ever happen. Now, in your case, it's interesting. You're the last monarch on the entire planet, Queen Sally. The last human royal family we ever had left standing was the House of Saud. Nowadays most people live in democracy or socialism."
That confused Sally. "I don't understand, what does this have to do with us getting help?"
"Please listen. You're the only all-mobian nation in the world, and your family has been in power for two hundred years in a form of government that nobody over here has used in over a thousand. This may bring complications depending on what you do with the choices I'm about to give you."
"What choices?"
Novak sighed as he let his head hang. "Because Mobius is not part of the U.N.O. the parliament is not interested in give you all of the support and aid you may require. This is the same procedure with all other allied nations of the U.N.O."
"Wait, how much aid would we be getting?" demanded Sally. Her hand was sweating.
"Only about ten percent."
The chipmunk was outraged. "Ten percent! I've seen your U.N.O., and it has more to offer then just ten percent, especially after what my entire nation has been through!"
"Of course we understand, but you must understand that if we gave our support to every nation that wasn't a part of the United Nations of Order, then we would be spreading our resources too far and between for our own people. But there is a way you can get the full support of the U.N.O."
A bad feeling suddenly entered Sally's heart. She gulped and asked "What is this… other way?"
"You must resign as Queen and end your family's rule. Your people must then obey our rules, laws and terms of agreement. If you want to have the U.N.O.'s support… You must become one of us."
End
Still trying to adjust to fanfiction writing after a month of not doing it. Hope you guys are still reading!
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