A/ N: In this AU, GUN is a country. It's like America in a sense but with stricter laws and different locations.


Three days of careful scheming on Sonic's part had passed and it was finally time to avenge Sally.

The hedgehog had made his home in Sand Zone City, where he lived and slept on the roof of a popular Arabic resteraunt. Nobody had even noticed his presence. Of course, all he did was put up a hamock. He'd tied a dusty grey blanket over the said hamock as a makeshift ceiling to so ewhat protect him from the rain. As for other living accommodations, Sonic lived off leftovers he'd scaveged from the resteraunt's dumpster.

He was suprised no crazed fangirl mob had found him yet, considering how high profile he was. Perhaps it was because he was so careful to hide himself. With no clothes to conceal his identity, Sonic only left his makeshift camp late at night and for short periods of time.

However, he'd found a red hoodie on the laundry line hanging from a nearby alley and jt just happened to be his size. The tag on the inside said the hoodie belonged to someone named Aiden, but Sonic was too preoccupied to feel guilty about the theft of an article of clothing, of all things.

He knew that tonight the President was making a speech to commemorate the death of Princess Sally Alicia Acorn. Just the thought made the future assassin's blood boil. President Johnson had no right to pretend to feel bad about what he and GUN let happen to Sally.

Sally... his angel... why hadn't he told her when he had the chance...?

No. He couldn't get emotional. It was pointless and a waste of time. It wasn't productive. It just hurt.

He'd scribbled down his plans and escape manuvers on a journal he'd stolen (the first page claimed it as property of someone named Diana). He would masquerade as a secret service agent. He'd stand behind the President as he made his speech. When the time was right, Sonic would use whatever weapon he would have stolen by then to end the despicable human's life. As the GUN agents scrambled to contain him, he'd smile at the sight of the politican's spilt blood and make his escape.

Today, he'd finally get his revenge.

He woke up early in the morning with an uncanny grin. If one saw him, they'd think he was about to go out for ice cream or adopt a puppy. They wouldn't have the slightest idea that his happiness was at the aspect of vengeance.

He pulled out of his backpack a black suit and tie. He'd stolen it two days before so he could masquerade as a secret service agent. Unfortunately, he didn't have any sort of weapon. Besides, he didn't know how to properly use any sort of gun or knife. He would learn as time went on with his new lifestyle.

Sonic didn't bother to hide anywhere as he changed. After all, he was already naked by human standards and nobody ever had a problem with his lack of clothes. It was only considered improper if female Mobians didn't wear clothes.

Once changed, he got a look at himself through the reflection of a neighboring building's window. His suit was wrinkled as if he'd already had a fight in it. His tie was tied loosely around his white collar and his black jacket was a tad too big. But he still looked handsome, neverless.

He pulled out a bottle of water from his backpack and took a swig of it. By accident, an old photo fell out.

It had been taken a year before. In the picture, Sonic, Sally, and dear old Uncle Chuck were standing outside Chuck's diner, smiling and arms around each other. It had been a rather jubilant day. It was the diner's grand opening. Sonic remembered how Knuckles ate too much and threw up and how Rouge forced Shadow to wear a party hat. That had also been when he and Sally shared their first kiss, outside late at night and covered in food from a food fight that Bunnie had started.

Ah, those were the good days.

No, don't go there, Sonic thought stubbornly as he forcefully shoved the blasted picture back into his backpack. He would destroy it later... just not now. To distract himself, he preoccupied his mind with thoughts of revenge.

He pulled out a bottle of purple dye. He didn't want anyone to recognize him and a mask with his suit would look suspicious. He threw his grey roof blanket around his shoulders so as not to ruin his suit. Then he opened the bottle and poored the strong smelling purple liquid over his head, using his bare hands to spread it around. He looked at his reflection and smiled. The dye almost looked like it was his natural hue.

Next, he pulled out a set of blue eye contacts he'd found (boy, was he doing a lot of stealing). Ever so carefully, he opened the box and picked up the left contact. He closed his right eye and focused as he placed the contact in. Once on, he blinked a few times before implanting the right one.

He looked at himself again. To his satisfaction, he looked like a completely different hedgehog. Nobody would look twice at him.

The road was blocked off as the President's limo slowly drove down, surrounded by GUN swat cars. Sonic eyed the white limosene with complete and utter disdain. He would make that human's death extra painful.

He skipped between the walls of the alley to the ground. Once there, he fell into step with the walking secret service agents, all dressed in similar attire to him. Several agents glanced at him in confusion, but shrugged it off. He was probably just one of GUN's snipers.

The group diverged at city hall and Sonic boarded a military van, sitting down next to a red wolf.

The general, an elderly dog with a bushy beard that reminded Sonic of Uncle Chuck, pulled out a clipboard and began roll call.

"Gadget!"

The wolf next to him piped up. "Here!"

"Mira!"

A human girl answered. "Here!"

"Zero!"

"Here!"

"Terrios!"

"Here!"

"Cassia!"

"Here!"

"Phantom!"

No one answered. The general scanned the group. "Where's Phantom?"

"What does he look like?" Gadget asked.

"Um..." the old dog paused to flip through documents, presumably to Phantom's profile. "He's a purple hedgehog,"

"Oh, he's right there!" a green pronghorn, Cassia said, pointing at Sonic. The general looked at the purple hedgehog and scowled. "What did I say about answering when called?"

"Sorry, sir," Sonic apologized, trying to sound sheepish. "It won't happen again,"

"It better not," the general growled before continuing with roll call. Sonic leaned back and smirked in satisfaction. He established his identity without even trying. Everyone assumed he was supposed to be here. Whoever Phantom was, he really owed the guy a thank you for not showing up that day.

Once roll call was finished, the general assigned rolls. To Sonic's dismay, he was assigned several blocks away from the President. He quickly lit up when told he had sniper duty. Sure. the shot would be hard for him to land, but he now had a means of assassination and it was literally being handed to him.

Everyone was dismissed and told to find their places. Sonic was assigned the top of an insurance headquarters, Geico to be precise. What he didn't expect to see was Shadow on the roof waiting for him.

"Hmm..." the ebony hedgehog hummed thoughtfully, his crimson gaze searching. "You must be Phantom,"

Sonic's internal alarms went off. What if Shadow recognized him? To quell any suspicion on Shadow's part, he quickly answered (a little too quickly). "Guilty as charged Fa-" he narrowly stopped himself from calling Shadow Faker. knowing it would give away his identity. "Sir," he corrected himself.

"Right," Shadow said, nodding. Sonic mirrored the action, trying to appear aloof. "Have you sniped before?"

Sonic considered answering honestly. No, he hadn't. He betted that Shadow would be able to teach him how to handle the gun properly, increasing his chances of success. But what if the truth was suspicious? Surely they wouldn't assign him as a sniper if the real Phantom had never sniped before.

"I snipe all the time," Sonic lied nonchalantly, leaning against the wall. "It comes natural to me. Now back to business," he added, clapping his hands eagerly. "Do you have a gun I could borrow?"

Shadow nodded, pulling out a black coated shotgun. "Where's yours?"

"Forgot it at home,"

"Can't you get it real quick?"

"There's no time. I live a couple towns over,"

Shadow eyed Sonic suspiciously, crossing his arms and scowling. "Your records say that you live a mere two blocks from here in Anna's Apartments,"

"Uh, I meant a couple blocks over!" the purple hedgehog exclaimed, turning pale. "Yeah, it's just that I'm a real slow walker,"

Shadow sighed -why were the latest recruits so pathetic, anyway?- and tossed Sonic the gun. The teen nearly dropped it but secured it in his grip. "Safety is on," Shadow added.

Sonic nodded. "Thanks,"

A few moments of silence passed before Shadow spoke again. "You look familiar,"

"You don't say," Sonic retorted. A bead of sweat traveled down his forehead.

"I do say," the black and red hedgehog mused. His crimson orbs searched Sonic's fake blue ones. "You remind me of a friend of mine,"

Friend? Shadow considered him a friend? Sonic couldn't believe what he was hearing. Of course, he could've been talking about Silver, but as far as he knew, Shadow hardly ever encountered Silver.

Well, if Shadow counted Sonic as a friend, he wouldn't after today.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" an amplified vooce rang out in the midst of static. "Please give a round of applause for the President of the Guardian Unit of Nations: Carl Johnson!"

Sonic's heart twisted in hatred as the crowd below applauded. A human man, around his fifties or sixties took the center of the stage and spoke at the podium. "Citizens of GUN and Mobius, I come bearing historical news," He paused for effect, causing Sonic to roll his eyes. "The infamous Dr Eggman has been defeated by the courageous Freedom Fighters of Knothole!"

No thanks to you, Sonic thought bitterly. The crowd began to cheer and hollar in joy, the tyrant had been defeated. Little did they know that Sonic was about to take out another tyrant.

"His battleship exploded with him inside from a bomb detonated by Sonic The Hedgehog and Princess Sally Acorn,"

Sonic's stomach twisted in grief at Sally's name. Shadow noticed as his comrade's expression morphed from disdain to agony. He shrugged it off, thinking Phantom was just opposed to Carl Johnson's politics.

"Unfortunately, Princess Sally perished along with Eggman in the blast. As for Sonic, he has gone missing for the time being and a search is underway..."

Sonic grit his teeth as his blood boiled. Shadow looked over at him again, more concerned.

"Of course, Sally's loss will not go in vain..."

Sonic cocked the magazine of his gun and flipped off the safety. He couldn't wait another second. It was time to finish it.

"What are you doing?" Shadow whisper hissed. A pit of foreboding formed in his stomach as the purple hedgehog aimed the business side of the gun at Johnson's head. "Hey! Be careful with that!"

Sonic looked at Shadow and snarled angrily. "Watch me unravel,"

Then it hit Shadow: this was an assassin!

As Sonic pulled the trigger, Shadow yelled angrily and tackled the assassin, pinning him to the ground. The shot rang through the air and screaming could be heard below. Shadow looked over the ledge to see President Johnson holding his leg which was currently bleeding. He'd been hit, but this fraud of an agent had missed his intended target. Johnson was still alive.

He looked back down at the hedgehog and nearly gasped. His right arm had a purple stain and the assasin had a blue smudge on his forehead. Come to think of it... his eye shape... his muzzle.

"Sonic!" Shadow roared. He took the barrle of his own gun and used it to pin the hedgehog to the ground. Sonic flailed his arms around and growled angrily. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"It's his fault!" Sonic bellowed loud enough for everyone in Sand Hill City to hear. "He wouldn't help us! He let her die! HE LET HER DIE!!"

It was Sally he was referring to, Shadow knew. It hit him like a tone of bricks. Sonic was now going down the same path he had, once upon a time when he lost Maria.

Shadow pressed harder. "Stay down!" He looked out and yelled. "Over here! The shooter!"

Sonic had to be quick. He used his knees to elbow Shadow in the ribs, knocking the black hedgehog off him. He hopped to his feet and climbed onto the building ledge. "Fun talking to ya, Faker, but I have business to attend to," Then he jumped.

When everyone saw Sonic's falling form, they assumed he was another suicide jumper (sadly, they were quite common in the city) and screamed. But the hedgehog had an ace up his sleave. He felt the red gem still embedded in his chest from his scuffle from Metal Sonic and focused. A moment later, a red hue filled the air and he was hovering. Everyone gasped in disbelief.

A wave of red light overcame Sonic. When it faded, he was blue again and his eyes were once again green. But... he had painted black claw marks running down both sides of his muzzle. His suit was gone. He had a red bandana tied around his neck and black leather gloves on his hands. He was himself again, but different... villianous.

He expected the soldiers to fire at him, but they didn't. The paramedics were still aiding the President, but were also gauking at him. Just like everyone else.

"Sorry if I crashed your little party," Sonic sneered in fake sympathy. His voice boomed. He sounded and felt powerful. He loved it. "but I had enough of you disgusting humans. President Johnson, you brought this on yourself, you power drunk coward. This will NOT be the last you see of me! You will all feel my wrath!" He flew higher into the air, shouting as he flew off. "WATCH ME UNRAVEL!!!"


A/ N: I AM NOT ENCOURAGING POLITICAL ASSASSINATION!!!

Well, see ya!