Sonic Adventure 2: The Adaptation
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Chapter 6: Gone With the Wind…
In the desert regions….
Knuckles was still wandering around in the desert. After what had seemed like days, he still seemed to be no more of closer to wherever the Master Emerald was. He was starting to lose hope.
"Some protector I made out to be! What would father think if he was still around?" Knuckles said aloud, to no one in particular. "If I don't get that Emerald back, the island is going to sink into the ocean!" Knuckles could only hope to kill the thought of what could happen in his mind, but it still sprain forth.
Ever since he was little, he remembered a warning father had given him: to never let the island smash into the ocean from such a high altitude! If the island were to ever do that, the resulting tidal wave could cause a massive chain of tsunami waves, enough to wipe out a whole country! He was supposed to never let that happen, but no…he had to raise the island so he could get better reception! Now he only had the span of days before the island will make a BIG splash down, and will probably cause major property damage to the surrounding areas of the island. In this case, Station Square was included.
"NO! I can't…WON'T let that happen! I got to keep on trudging on, get that Emerald back, and seriously wail on who took it! I just need a way to cover more ground! If only I could glide!" he cursed his luck. Knuckles was very adept at gliding over the span of great distances, it was a great way to get to and fro a location with in a small amount of time. But there was one problem: in order to glide, he needed lift! And the small winds that occasionally blew by and moved sand around wouldn't be enough! Suddenly, the wind blew again.
"Now you see!? I need more than that! I need a good gust to get me going!" Knuckles said.
Then the wind started picking up, enough so his dreadlocks starting flailing in the wind.
"Now we're talking! I can deal with this! A few hundred miles, and now this place is finally starting to cut me a break!"
With that, Knuckles sort of let his body go to the wind, and soon he was starting to float. He then turned his body to as close to a streamlined shape as possible, his trademarks which hence his name flying out in front of him, and his metal laced sneakers trailing behind.
"Yes! It feels good to let my dawgs take a rest! I should be hopefully on my way I seconds!"
What Knuckles failed to realize was that the wind wasn't staying steady, it was picking up, and how!
"Okay, okay, that's quite enough now! Ya'll don't need to be blowin' sand up in my nostrils!"
It was then that Knuckles realized that he was trapped inside a full-fledged sandstorm, complete with the complimentary twister to boot.
"Crap! Just when ya think a brutha is finally getting into his thang, this comes up!"
The wind was starting to now be too much, a good amount of wind is good because he can control himself. But now, instead of him working with the wind so it can serve him a purpose, the wind is now making him serve a purpose, as the Echidna Rag-Doll.
"So when do I get to see the Wicked Witch fly by and do her laugh?" he asked.
But the time for jokes had ended. He had to get control of the situation, or the Master Emerald would never be found. He remembered that he some times rode small sandstorms to get across Sandopolis, back home. This one was much bigger, but the concept remained the same: it's either you're in control or the storm is. And if the storm is, you're screwed. Knuckles then got a good idea, thinking of those times. If he could gain enough altitude, he could rise out of the maw of the twister, and then be on his way. It was a risky gambit, if he failed or did the move incorrectly, he could stand to lose a lot more than his dreadlocks! Then again, what other options did he have? So Knuckles again let his body go, and got into the streamlined shape again. The furious winds blew him upward, and to the Knuckles, the world seemed a daze to him. But Knux kept his concentration on what he was doing, as the winds picked him up some more! Knuckles then directed himself closer to the sides of the twister, careful not to touch the sides. He knew that at high speeds, the wind could slash him to ribbons if he's not careful. However, Knuckles braved the danger in order for his plan to come into effect. Finally he was almost at the spout of the twister. This was the money moment. Either he could continue to fight another day, or he'll go down in history as Knuckles, the stupid Emerald Guardian who was killed off by flying around in a sandstorm.
"Here we go!" He shouted.
Knuckles waited a few seconds, and then he tucked himself into a ball. At the right moment, he used all of his reserve energy in order to leap out of the twister's spout. Finally, he set himself into a glide again, and he was finally out of the twister's range.
"Whew! Well, that makes one movie I never have to see, Twister! My head is still spinning! And I can hear my ears ringing!"
Knuckles's dizziness passed, but the ringing didn't. It was a faint pitch, and now Knuckles knew what it meant. It was a signal from the Emerald! Being tossed about in that sandstorm must have put him on the right track towards it! He was still going be loopy for a couple more hours, but the Emerald was starting to get close, judging from the beeps in his head!
"Alright! I got a good lift, and the Master Emerald is some where out there! You'd best prepare yourself, you thief! 'Cuz Big Daddy Knuckles is comin' for you tail!"