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Darkest Reality: Part 6
"Never say things can't get worse. Things always find a way."
--Unknown
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Knuckles sighed as he watched the Shadow Bots activate the laser bars and leave him locked in a cell. He sat on the bench until he was sure they had left.
'Might as well get to work,' he thought. Getting up, he walked over to the bars and examined the device used to activate them. It was some sort of grid with weird numbers on it.
"At least getting out'll be easy . . . " he muttered and placed his hand above the the grid, closing his eyes. Slowly and carefully, he concentrated his energy until it was a weak wave of chaos power floating freely from his hand. He touched the grid very gently.
As soon as he did this, the buttons started lighting up in a seemingly random order. Suddenly, the bars deactivated as the code was input.
"Bingo!" he whispered and stepped out of the cell, looking back and forth to make sure that there were no robotic guards around. "Now all I have to do is to find what I need and get out of here."
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Tails sat on the couch, watching Lara-Le cook something in the kitchen. He bit his lip, trying to get rid of the nagging feeling he had since he had woken up. He looked over at the window, calculating the chances that he could sneak out without the echidna noticing.
Figuring with his speed and flying ability that these chances were pretty high, he tiptoed over to the balcony and opened the window carefully. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure that she hadn't noticed, he jumped over the ledge, falling about twenty feet before spinning his twin tails, allowing him to hover.
Above him, he heard a female voice yelling something. Though he couldn't make it out over the sound of his spinning tails, it sounded something like, "You're in big trouble, young man!"
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Knuckles mumbled something under his breath as he wriggled through the ventilation ducts on his belly. He had checked every place imaginable for that damn machine and it was nowhere.
It didn't really matter, anyway. He didn't know how to use it. He'd just have to find yet another way to absorb power.
Finally, he came to an opening to the outside. Kicking through it, he was able to get to the outside in the city of Robotropolis.
It was still raining, the precipitation stained black with soot and smog. He felt the cut on the side of his face begin to burn, but ignored it and started making his way back home.
He walked without much trouble out of Robotropolis, ducking out of sight whenever some Shadow Bots passed, much too tired and pissed to fight.
Much too tired for the circumstances. He frowned, closing his eyes as he walked through the Great Forest. He shouldn't be this bad off. He could go days without sleeping normally.
Shaking the feeling off, he took flight, figuring that he could make better time with less energy. Still, the fatigue was nipping at him, sapping his strength. He shook his head, nawing his lip and landing. What was wrong with him?
He didn't have much time to think about it as he fell into unconsciousness.
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Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long. I had finals one week and was lazy the next. :-p
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Darkest Reality: Part 6
"Never say things can't get worse. Things always find a way."
--Unknown
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Knuckles sighed as he watched the Shadow Bots activate the laser bars and leave him locked in a cell. He sat on the bench until he was sure they had left.
'Might as well get to work,' he thought. Getting up, he walked over to the bars and examined the device used to activate them. It was some sort of grid with weird numbers on it.
"At least getting out'll be easy . . . " he muttered and placed his hand above the the grid, closing his eyes. Slowly and carefully, he concentrated his energy until it was a weak wave of chaos power floating freely from his hand. He touched the grid very gently.
As soon as he did this, the buttons started lighting up in a seemingly random order. Suddenly, the bars deactivated as the code was input.
"Bingo!" he whispered and stepped out of the cell, looking back and forth to make sure that there were no robotic guards around. "Now all I have to do is to find what I need and get out of here."
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Tails sat on the couch, watching Lara-Le cook something in the kitchen. He bit his lip, trying to get rid of the nagging feeling he had since he had woken up. He looked over at the window, calculating the chances that he could sneak out without the echidna noticing.
Figuring with his speed and flying ability that these chances were pretty high, he tiptoed over to the balcony and opened the window carefully. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure that she hadn't noticed, he jumped over the ledge, falling about twenty feet before spinning his twin tails, allowing him to hover.
Above him, he heard a female voice yelling something. Though he couldn't make it out over the sound of his spinning tails, it sounded something like, "You're in big trouble, young man!"
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Knuckles mumbled something under his breath as he wriggled through the ventilation ducts on his belly. He had checked every place imaginable for that damn machine and it was nowhere.
It didn't really matter, anyway. He didn't know how to use it. He'd just have to find yet another way to absorb power.
Finally, he came to an opening to the outside. Kicking through it, he was able to get to the outside in the city of Robotropolis.
It was still raining, the precipitation stained black with soot and smog. He felt the cut on the side of his face begin to burn, but ignored it and started making his way back home.
He walked without much trouble out of Robotropolis, ducking out of sight whenever some Shadow Bots passed, much too tired and pissed to fight.
Much too tired for the circumstances. He frowned, closing his eyes as he walked through the Great Forest. He shouldn't be this bad off. He could go days without sleeping normally.
Shaking the feeling off, he took flight, figuring that he could make better time with less energy. Still, the fatigue was nipping at him, sapping his strength. He shook his head, nawing his lip and landing. What was wrong with him?
He didn't have much time to think about it as he fell into unconsciousness.
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Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long. I had finals one week and was lazy the next. :-p
