I DO NOT OWN ANY SONIC CHARACTERS. THEY ARE PROPERTY OF SEGA AND ARCHIE. OCs ARE MINE.
This may or may not (but rely more on the former) be my final chapter for my final fic as I've grown out of Sonic and with school coming up, it will be difficult to update chapters or even want to continue. This may be the death knell for my fanfiction writing as I've promised to complete the story for you guys. If there is another chapter updated after this one, it may or may not symbolize my return, but I will not guarantee anything.
Chapter 22: Chances
Treenuts knew the pink hedgehog in front of her. Even though the pink hedgehog wasn't lashing out in violence at the moment, it didn't soothe the young chipmunk's adrenaline.
She knew this pink hedgehog. She's heard of this pink hedgehog. She's seen this pink hedgehog. And likley, the pink hedgehog knew her too.
For this pink hedgehog was Amy Rose, the notorious pirate, and ex-stalker of Sonic, murderer of Alicia Acorn, Treenuts's grandmother.
Amy had known Sonic during her life and sought his affection in disturbing ways, even using Manic, Sonic's brother, against him. She even attempted to rape Nack and Jet once when her demented mind figured that if Sonic likes Nack and Jet so much, he'll come crawling to her when he finds out that she slept with one of his best friends.
Needless to say, it backfired on her. Sonic was going to have something done about her antics on Nack and Jet, but Royal Law prohibits him from having his brother's wife executed without Manic's permission.
In other words, something Manic would never agree to.
Manic loved Amy with all his heart, while Amy only saw him as a pawn. Getting Manic to marry her was easy, all she had to do was wait.
When the wedding came, Sonic never appeared to Manic's wedding. Manic and Sonic had been fighting since the moment Manic told everybody that his girlfriend was Amy Rose.
After the wedding, all Amy had to do next was spread her legs and get pregnant, and BAM! Sonic would fall to his knees and beg Amy to marry him.
At least, that's how it played out in her mind...
Manic soon caught on several years and several children later and left Amy. As soon as the marriage was annulled, Amy was at Sonic's mercy... which he had none left. Sonic had her banished while pregnant with Manic's child, Taren, which Manic did not claim as his own.
Amy stayed for a year, living under the assumed name of Valerie Dictoryan and living in squalor, until she met Silver, who, in his madness, laid with her, then left her.
When Amy found out she was pregnant with Silver's child, she set out to find Marine Coral the Raccoon, the most feared pirate in at least three dimensions. She was welcomed aboard with open arms.
Amy didn't physically murder Queen Alicia like it sounds like, but the Ring of Acorns, a valued treasure that would heal all wounds, even granting back the youth of those it healed or was wore by, was waning in power, and Amy used the last of it to age herself from a little girl to a teenager to seek Sonic's affection. Needles to say, her father was not pleased. And Grammy Alicia died of her illness.
If not for Sonic, Elias, Sally, and King Max would have had Amy executed the minute Alicia's last breath was taken. He pleaded on her behalf that a nine year old doesn't know any better, and with given thought, Amy was unshackled and allowed to go free.
And now here she was, at her doorstep, a threshhold away.
"What the hell do you want, Rose?" Treenuts demanded.
"Supplies," Amy answered hastily. "And besides, I think it's high time Manic met his daughter."
A young hedgehog girl, about 15-17 years old, stood a few feet behind her mother. Her fur was green, her hair long and plaited back, she had brown eyes like Manic. She had on a pair of blue jeans and a pink tube top with a long, gray jacket.
"But why," Treenuts asked curiously. "You are banished?"
"Yes, I am," Amy sighed. "When you get older, you will understand that there is things that are a must to do. Please let me go through."
"And die!" Treenuts nearly shouted.
Amy said nothing, but instead, looked resigned, as if she was willing to die just to show Manic the girl behind her.
Then a gun clicked, and the world held still. Amy gasped, and Treenuts could barely register why there was fear acros Amy and the young girl's faces before she was flung behind a pair of strong, purple arms, and an angry voice.
"What the fuck do you want, Rose?" the purple arms demanded.
"Manic." Amy sighed in annoyance.
"Go burn in hell!" the purple figure shouted.
"We all will in due time, Nack." Amy stated.
"Who's there?" Sonic asked across the house.
"Take a wild fucking guess!" Nack shouted angrily, his gun pointed at Amy and his arm swung protectively around Treenuts.
In no time at all, Sonic, his wife, Jamaica the Hedgehog, and Jet the Hawk and his wife materialized at the doorway. When Sonic's eyes met Amy's, he burned with enough anger to transform into a werewolf. His clothing shattering everywhere, and he pawed up to Amy, growling viciously.
"It looks like Amy will get what she wants-to see Sonic naked." Jamaica snarls.
Sonic let out a mighty howl and readied himself to pounce.
"Wait!" the girl behind Amy squealed in terror.
Amy stood in front of her, her body ready to move to protect her daughter.
"I don't want to see Sonic naked-"
"Bullshit!" Nack roared.
"Manic needs to see his daughter!" Amy squealed as Sonic landed on her, pinning her to the ground, mouth agape at her throat.
Amy could feel his hot breath on her neck receding as he relinquished his strength back into himself, naked as the day he was born, and glared at Amy with silver eyes.
"Manic," Sonic said, his voice still gutteral from transformation. "That girl is no child of my brother's."
Sonic's blue fur slowly morphed back into his wolfish state, until Amy nearly pleaded, "At least let him now she exists!"
"And how do we know she's even his?" Jamaica sneered.
"Why would I even risk my life and my daughter's if I didn't believe she was Manic's?" Amy screamed.
Sonic gave a cold thought before he declared, "If she is his, then a paternity test will be issued, and it will be at once. If she is not his, then I will devour you both."
Amy, gleefully, nearly shouted, "Oh thank you Son-"
"Do not thank me at all. I don't wish to hear it." Sonic roared, as he got up off of Amy.
Jet immediately brought a set of robes to Sonic, and as the blue hedgehog put them on, Sonic beckoned the girl to follow.
The girl, was scared, no less, but Amy, silently, implored her to follow.
When she wouldn't move, Sonic wrapped his hands around in her hair and jerked her inside.
When Amy tried to follow, Jet pushed her away from the door and shouted, "Only the girl come in! You're not allowed!"
And with a slam of the door, Amy was left alone on the porchsteps to await her daughter.
Meanwhile inside...
"Sit!" Sonic demanded, flinging the girl to the floor.
She grunted and sat up, looking at those around her.
There was an orange hedgehog with auburn eyes staring her down in contempt, her long hair only making her appear more evil.
The green hawk with blue eyes seemed to have a peranent glare on his face, but none could compare to the pink hawkwoman right beside him, her pink eyes looking violently at everyone around her.
Then there was the purple weaselman, who slumped on the couch and just watched her, the brown chipmunk girl sitting beside him, her face looking confused.
With her fetures, it was obvious that she belonged to the blue hedgehog. At least she didn't look no older than her.
"What is you damn name?" the pink hawk demanded. When the girl stammered, the pink hawk ripped a book off the shelf beside her and beat the girl with it.
After a good beating, she roughly placed her hands across the girl's throat and demanded her name once more.
"T-Taren! Taren!" the girl choked.
The pink hawk released her from her iron grip and then she walked away, demanded her husband, the green hawk, get her a lemonade, before she slapped him across the face.
In minutes, the blue hedghehog has returned.
"Who are you?" Taren stammers.
Sonic kicks her and grunts, "I can't believe you don't know who I am," he stiffens up a little more before he sighs. "Your "dad" should be on his way."
He storms out of the room, and demands is daughter, Treenuts to follow him. Nack knows what to do and just lingers on the couch watching her.
He arches his back foward, hands clasped together between his legs, and eyes Taren mysteriously.
Those eyes gave Taren the impression that he was not of this world.
"Do you know who I am?" the purple mustelid asks.
"N-no." Taren answers before flinching.
The purple weasel did not move, but instead mumbles, "Your mother must have kept us all a secret."
"Secret?" Taren squeaked.
The weasel stands up, adjusts his belt, his holster gleaming a sick smile at her. He pulls out his pistol and looks at it for a long time.
Upon seeing the weapon, Taren just about screamed. Nack took notice and stated, "Don't be scared, this is just one of the reasons they called me Fang the Sniper."
"Your name is Fang?" the girl asked.
"Actually, it's Nack Fang. Fang the Sniper used to be my villain name."
"Villain?"
"So Amy really did keep quiet about us all," Nack whistled. "If the rumors are correct, you know Bean and Bark right?"
"Yes."
"So you know who they were?"
"Should I?"
"For the love of the Goddess, you really don't know who we are, do you?"
"No."
Taren prayed that was the right answer.
"Well, like I said, I'm Nack the Weasel. I was a traitor, vagabond, killer-for-hire, and a nefarious thief and tomb raider. Nobody knows where I'm from or why I'm not even registered as real, but nobody cared as long as I was rotting in a cell. The blue hedgehog is Sonic. He's a renowned hero who was once married to Sally Acorn before thier nasty divorce. The chipmunk is their daughter, Their son, Fast, is locked away in a prison cell deep under the sea in the Mariana Trench. The pink hawk is Rose, she is Jet the Hawk's wife. She hates everyone here, so stay away from her. The green hawk is Jet the Hawk. Like me, nobody knows where he comes from or why he doesn't exist, but he used to be a renowned thief and leader of the Babylon Rogues. The orange hedgehog is Jamaica, Sonic's new wife."
"What does this have to do with Bean and Bark?"
"It wasn't but nearly two decades ago tht they were sitting in the same boat I was, save for all the betraying and killing stuff, and often competed in illegal tournaments for money. Whatever they wanted, their sticky fingers got, and to be honest, their grandson is the reason they are like you."
"Mural? Why him, he's only 14?"
"So the boy grew up," Nack smiles to himself before returning to Taren. "Nikayla, the daughter of Bark, got pregnant by Nico, the son of Bean, and neither could agree with each other since the pregnancy. Then they couldn't agree whether to keep the boy here on Mobius, or send him up to Babylon, or just plain give him away... several dimensions over... and those two's building anger and opposing personalities couldn't coexist in the same room as each other, and it wasn't long before fists were flying. But Bean and Bark are special, and their abilities could mean the end of the world as we know it, and they pretty much sunk half of a continent and ripped a dimension out of existence before nearly killing each other. Well, as you can imagine, the world was not too happy with what they did and sought to kill them, and those two went into hiding, taking Mural with them."
"So everybody I know at home is-"
"Evil." Nack finished for her.
Taren gulped. Marine couldn't be evil, could she? Of course everytime she went somewhere, there was a lot of smoke and screaming, but she always said it was for a different reason. And Bean and Bark couldn't have been that bad, could they have been? And what was her mother? A runaway stripper assassin that nuked a galaxy and the people weren't happy about it? At this point she just wanted to see who this Manic guy was that her mother talked about being her father and leave.
Taren slumped over in defeat. Nack took notice, and as he sat back down, he sighed, "No need to feel so bad about it little girl. Remember, what all of us did a long time ago makes us feel a hell of a lot worse than you."
He places his feet up on the couch, and when the green hawk, Jet, marches back in, he yanks Nack's feet off the couch and plops beside him in a huff.
Jet had old bruises and whelps on his face and body, as well as fresh handmarks across his neck and face. His facial tattoo could not hide those marks either. His body was covered in burn marks and other signs of abuse.
"You should sincerily see about getting a divorce attorney." Nack says as he stares at all the marks on Jet's body.
"Get a divorce and leave my boy," Jet sputters. "Your damn crazy."
"It's just a suggestion." Nack nearly whispers.
Jet turns his attention to Taren and says, "Manic is almost here, so we'll need you to sit still while I draw blood and a cheek swab."
"How are you going to- GAH!"
In barely a second, Jet had Taren pinned down, thanks to his otherworldly tentacles shooting out of his sholders and a patch on her vains, draining the blood from her.
When the patch had filled, Jet's tentacles only partially receeded after rubbing against the wound and slithering a little up her skin before some gel was places on her cut vein and it healed instantly.
"Was that really necessary?" Nack snapped after blinking a few times at the hawks.
"At least we got the blood sample, and at least my tentacles got a stretch." Jet replies.
"At the cost of freaking her out? She probably doesn't even know aliens exist, but now she does, thanks to you." Nack sneers.
"Might as well let her know," then Jet turns to Taren. "Send Bean my regards."
Later...
Amy plucked a flower out of the flower pot nearby and started to pluck it's blooms off. She sighed wondering when her daughter would be shoved out of the house violently so that way they could go home.
She didn't fear what they would do to her, as she knew that despite Taren being hers, Sonic was not one for killing people... that is, if he hasn't changed.
He understood Sonic's want to kill her, but hopefully he wouldn't hurt Taren out of spite.
Suddenly, she recognized a figure walking through the gate- and it was obvious he knew her too.
His green fur, immaculate with dirt, and his angry, brown eyes tore through her soul. His hands were in his coatpockets and he seemed to stomp as he walked.
His teeth were clenched, revealing that over the years, Manic still remained a child at heart with a gold grill on his teeth that shined with real diamonds and stolen goods clanked against him as he walked. He kept his drumsticks in his backpocket.
His hair was long and covered in grease and tar and he seemed to stomp as he walked.
When Manic saw her, he spit on her and walked inside without a word.
Amy could hear Sonic say, "Dammit Manic! What part of clean do you not understand? Where the hell am I suppossed to stick you now?"
And the doors closed and didn't allow for any more to be heard.
After awhile...
Manic roared as the test results came back.
"She's mine!"
"Yes, she's yours!"
"Damn it, now I can be milked for child supportfrom that bitch!"
"Ony if your taken to court."
"But-"
"None of this would have happened if you would have listened to me instead."
"Mistakes were made, fuck off about it Sonic."
"Damn."
The two twin brothers had clashed since the moment Manic had walked through the door, and despite things being tense, Taren didn't like the look her dad was giving her.
His sideway glances made her feel like he would rather of heard she had been launched into space than share a room with her right now.
"Well now that we have our answer, can I go home and try to get so drunk I forget about it?" Manic growled.
"Ulgh, fine." Sonic sighed, rolling his eyes.
Things would have been so much better had he just remained dead. Sonic thought.
When his brother left, he tossed Taren out on her ass and shouted, "And don't come back! That goes for you too Amy, or you're both dead."
Amy didn't need to be told twice. She gathered her daughter and left back for home, for today they had ben given another chance at life.
The End