All characters are (c) Sega or Archie Comics! I own MARK!! He's MINE,
MINE, ALL MINE! Anyone using him without permission will be fried
and put on a sandwich with some grilled cheese.
These * * indicate thought.
I got the idea for this story whilst reading another fic. The ending was a
bit crap so I decided to do a similar story and hope that it turned out better.
Oh yeah, and this is a SU/SatAM story, so if you don't like it, don't
bother reading it and flaming me, cause there ent no point. There is a
Sonic/Sally relationship in here as well, so once again, if it ent your cup
of tea, then don't bother reading it. Thanks to everyone for reviewing it!
The Band Break-Up
By Robyn Echidna
Chapter 5 - Watchings
It was nightfall when the small group got back to Knothole. As Sonic took
his brother to Dr. Quack, Sally crept towards Tails' hut. She placed him
in his bed and tucked the covers in beside him. In the next room, Amy
was sleeping too. Her pink quills covered her face as she dreamt about a
certain blue hedgehog. Sally smiled to her self and crept out of the hut
silently. The moonlight bathed her face in a white blanket of coolness. It
was a beautiful night, there were no clouds to be seen. With a small sigh,
she wandered into the Medic hut, where Sonic was waiting anxiously.
Sally sat next to him and hugged him encouragingly.
"He'll be alright." She whispered.
All she got in return was a sigh from the other mobian and a slight smile.
He was tired. The ground-squirrel got up and pulled the hedgehog out
into the open air. It would be best to get his mind off things. They walked
out of the village, and into the forest.
Bunnie carried the exhausted coyote into her hut. He would spend the
night with her. She set him down on the sofa and went to fetch him some
blankets to keep him warm. As she came back into the room, she glanced
at his face. He looked so sweet and innocent, the moonlight streaming
through his blonde hair, and bouncing off the metallic buttons on the front
of his uniform.
In Robotroplis, Snivley was in his room, he was wearing an assortment of
garments, mostly black. He had with him a small rucksack in which were
his possessions- a few sets of clothes, a first aid kit, a small hand
held laser gun and a photograph of his parents. He zipped up the rucksack
and slung it onto his back. The window to his bedroom was unlocked, so
he walked over to it. He looked out. There was at least a 50 foot drop to
the bottom. He pulled back into his room, shivering. If there was one
thing he couldn't stand, it was heights. He glanced over to the door. It was
the only way out.
FLASHBACK
He had been sleeping in the control room after Packbell had kept him
awake all night. The rebels had crept into the city and gone on a wrecking
spree. He did not know about it until the alarms went off. He stared at the
screen in dismay. 5 factories down. The back-up supply destroyed. 4
SWATbot and 18 workerbots missing. Behind him, the usual voice
growled out.
"What happened Snively?" his obese uncle growled.
Snivley read off the damage report to his, shaking violently all the time. A
hand grabbed his coat and held him up by his neck. Snivley knew what
was coming. Robotnik shook him backwards and forwards, his nephew's
head snapping back each time.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM?" he screamed.
The small overlander was dropped onto the floor and stepped on. Snivley
screamed. CRACK. His ribs were smashed. Robotnik was going to kill
him, he was sure of it. He felt himself being lifted up again. The fat
human held him up and punched him, time and time again. He dropped
him and walked out of the room, furious. At once, the Medi-bots
surrounded the small lackey, patching him up and fixing up his broken
bones.
END FLASHBACK
By now, he had made his way out to the edge of the city. He had almost
been caught twice by the remaining SWATbots on patrol. He raced into
the forest a few metres away and sat down. He had made it. His chest was
hurting now, with all the aches and broken bones. He suddenly felt tired,
and his limbs felt very heavy. He lay down abruptly and closed his eyes.
He would rest for a minute. He sighed and fell fast asleep.
Snivley was not the only one about that night. A grey hedgehog slipped
into the shadows of the city edge. His grey vest flapped in the soft wind.
He was wary of the small human, since it was his kind who had destroyed
his life. He crept over to him and smiled to himself when he discovered
that the overlander was out cold. He grabbed the rucksack off his back
and roughly shoved the squirt away from him. He unzipped the backpack
and rummaged through his belongings. His small gloved hand came in
contact with cold steel. His fingers wrapped around the plastic covered
handle and pulled it out. A small hand held laser gun. A smile formed on
his lips. The gun was put into his dirty jeans pocket. He searched the rest
of the bag. Nothing else there that he could use. A small sound alerted
him. He leapt up the nearest tree and hid amongst the branches. A couple
wandered into the clearing. The hedgehog looked unhappy, and the
squirrel, man was she somethin' all right. He slipped the laser gun out of
his pocket and trained it on the hedgehog.
"Sonic, he'll be ok. Dr.Quack says he just needs some rest."
Sonic? He dropped his hand. He'd heard his dad talk about him a few
times. He sounded a fair fighter. It was at that moment that the two rebels
spotted the 'squirt'.
"Is he ok Sal?" Sonic asked.
Sally sighed.
"I don't know honey, it could be a trap."
She then noticed a set of bandages wrapped around his waist. The two
looked at each other.
"Looks like Buttnik beat him up pretty bad." The blue hedgehog
exclaimed.
Sally nodded.
"We'd better take him back to Knothole with us." She murmured.
They checked him for any sign of tracer, but found nothing. Then, Sonic
picked the small overlander up and, with Sally hanging onto his back, he
raced off through the trees. The grey hedgehog waited. He was in no rush.
If he wanted to follow them, all he had to do was follow the wreckage that
the hedgehog left behind. He slid out of the tree and set off after them.
MINE, ALL MINE! Anyone using him without permission will be fried
and put on a sandwich with some grilled cheese.
These * * indicate thought.
I got the idea for this story whilst reading another fic. The ending was a
bit crap so I decided to do a similar story and hope that it turned out better.
Oh yeah, and this is a SU/SatAM story, so if you don't like it, don't
bother reading it and flaming me, cause there ent no point. There is a
Sonic/Sally relationship in here as well, so once again, if it ent your cup
of tea, then don't bother reading it. Thanks to everyone for reviewing it!
The Band Break-Up
By Robyn Echidna
Chapter 5 - Watchings
It was nightfall when the small group got back to Knothole. As Sonic took
his brother to Dr. Quack, Sally crept towards Tails' hut. She placed him
in his bed and tucked the covers in beside him. In the next room, Amy
was sleeping too. Her pink quills covered her face as she dreamt about a
certain blue hedgehog. Sally smiled to her self and crept out of the hut
silently. The moonlight bathed her face in a white blanket of coolness. It
was a beautiful night, there were no clouds to be seen. With a small sigh,
she wandered into the Medic hut, where Sonic was waiting anxiously.
Sally sat next to him and hugged him encouragingly.
"He'll be alright." She whispered.
All she got in return was a sigh from the other mobian and a slight smile.
He was tired. The ground-squirrel got up and pulled the hedgehog out
into the open air. It would be best to get his mind off things. They walked
out of the village, and into the forest.
Bunnie carried the exhausted coyote into her hut. He would spend the
night with her. She set him down on the sofa and went to fetch him some
blankets to keep him warm. As she came back into the room, she glanced
at his face. He looked so sweet and innocent, the moonlight streaming
through his blonde hair, and bouncing off the metallic buttons on the front
of his uniform.
In Robotroplis, Snivley was in his room, he was wearing an assortment of
garments, mostly black. He had with him a small rucksack in which were
his possessions- a few sets of clothes, a first aid kit, a small hand
held laser gun and a photograph of his parents. He zipped up the rucksack
and slung it onto his back. The window to his bedroom was unlocked, so
he walked over to it. He looked out. There was at least a 50 foot drop to
the bottom. He pulled back into his room, shivering. If there was one
thing he couldn't stand, it was heights. He glanced over to the door. It was
the only way out.
FLASHBACK
He had been sleeping in the control room after Packbell had kept him
awake all night. The rebels had crept into the city and gone on a wrecking
spree. He did not know about it until the alarms went off. He stared at the
screen in dismay. 5 factories down. The back-up supply destroyed. 4
SWATbot and 18 workerbots missing. Behind him, the usual voice
growled out.
"What happened Snively?" his obese uncle growled.
Snivley read off the damage report to his, shaking violently all the time. A
hand grabbed his coat and held him up by his neck. Snivley knew what
was coming. Robotnik shook him backwards and forwards, his nephew's
head snapping back each time.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM?" he screamed.
The small overlander was dropped onto the floor and stepped on. Snivley
screamed. CRACK. His ribs were smashed. Robotnik was going to kill
him, he was sure of it. He felt himself being lifted up again. The fat
human held him up and punched him, time and time again. He dropped
him and walked out of the room, furious. At once, the Medi-bots
surrounded the small lackey, patching him up and fixing up his broken
bones.
END FLASHBACK
By now, he had made his way out to the edge of the city. He had almost
been caught twice by the remaining SWATbots on patrol. He raced into
the forest a few metres away and sat down. He had made it. His chest was
hurting now, with all the aches and broken bones. He suddenly felt tired,
and his limbs felt very heavy. He lay down abruptly and closed his eyes.
He would rest for a minute. He sighed and fell fast asleep.
Snivley was not the only one about that night. A grey hedgehog slipped
into the shadows of the city edge. His grey vest flapped in the soft wind.
He was wary of the small human, since it was his kind who had destroyed
his life. He crept over to him and smiled to himself when he discovered
that the overlander was out cold. He grabbed the rucksack off his back
and roughly shoved the squirt away from him. He unzipped the backpack
and rummaged through his belongings. His small gloved hand came in
contact with cold steel. His fingers wrapped around the plastic covered
handle and pulled it out. A small hand held laser gun. A smile formed on
his lips. The gun was put into his dirty jeans pocket. He searched the rest
of the bag. Nothing else there that he could use. A small sound alerted
him. He leapt up the nearest tree and hid amongst the branches. A couple
wandered into the clearing. The hedgehog looked unhappy, and the
squirrel, man was she somethin' all right. He slipped the laser gun out of
his pocket and trained it on the hedgehog.
"Sonic, he'll be ok. Dr.Quack says he just needs some rest."
Sonic? He dropped his hand. He'd heard his dad talk about him a few
times. He sounded a fair fighter. It was at that moment that the two rebels
spotted the 'squirt'.
"Is he ok Sal?" Sonic asked.
Sally sighed.
"I don't know honey, it could be a trap."
She then noticed a set of bandages wrapped around his waist. The two
looked at each other.
"Looks like Buttnik beat him up pretty bad." The blue hedgehog
exclaimed.
Sally nodded.
"We'd better take him back to Knothole with us." She murmured.
They checked him for any sign of tracer, but found nothing. Then, Sonic
picked the small overlander up and, with Sally hanging onto his back, he
raced off through the trees. The grey hedgehog waited. He was in no rush.
If he wanted to follow them, all he had to do was follow the wreckage that
the hedgehog left behind. He slid out of the tree and set off after them.