"Mom! Mom!" called out a little blue hedgehog. "Moooom!" Running
through the house, the boy looked around for his mom frantically. It only
took him 2 calls for his mother to get frantic. "Mom!" Suddenly he ran
smack into the coffee table and he fell, clutching his foot and tears began
to start in his eyes. "Sonic?" A larger blue hedgehog with blonde hair and
green eyes came out. "Oh Sonic, what have I told you about running through
the house?"
Instead of words to reply to her question, the sobs of the little boy filled the room. His mother kneeled next to him and looked at his bare foot, bleeding. "Aw...it's ok, it's just a little cut. Shhh...." She hugged him and rocked him as his sobs died down a bit, the intial shock ending. "M- -mom---mom----"
"Shhh, take your time."
He paused, whiping his eyes with the back of his hand. After a few minutes had gone by, the pain was a memory and he smiled at his mother as the last few tears graced his cheeks. "Mom! I wanted you to come see!"
"See what, Sonic?"
"You'll see! Come on! Come on!!!" Sonic was unusually impatient, and he pulled his mothers wrist. "Get your shoes first sweetie." He frowned at this delay and then ran up the stairs, and came back a moment later hopping to get his socks on. She noted the holes in them, "Sonic, wear your good pair." He smiled and sweatdropped, "These are my good pair Mom. They wore out a few days ago." She shook her head. They didn't have enough money to buy new things now, the whole city in fact was in a bit of a slump. It didn't matter to the children though, they didn't need possessions to keep them happy. "Hold on! Put your shoe all the way on." Sonic whimpered at the doorway and then pulled his shoe on over his ankle. "There! Happy??"
"Your sweater."
"Awwww Mom! It's not cold out! I'm fine!!"
"Your sweater."
He frowned again and grabbed it off the coat rack, pulling it over his head and slipping his arms in the sleeves. "Now???"
"Go ahead." She smiled.
He opened the door and ran out into the cold September day, turning around half way to look at his Mom. "You gonna watch? You watching? I---" Not a smart move, he backed right into a tree. "Sonic!!! Be careful!" She laughed since he hadn't hurt himself, just stunned himself a bit. Rubbing his head, he got up and pulled a leaf out of his hair. "Ok! Now watch!"
He began to start running again, but this time the motion of his feet became a blur. He exhaled once before shooting off into the forest, and dissapearing from his mothers sight. Though this time was suppost to be a suprise, she knew the drill. Pulling her sleeve back a bit, she looked at her watch. Seconds later, the little blue blur came shooting back, jumping from a small hill and then landing as a somersaulting ball. He jumped up and threw his arms out, "Ta da!" She beamed and laughed, "Wow! 10 seconds this time! Your getting really fast!" His eyes sparkled as he ran over to his mom, giggling.
Sonic was 5 years old. He lived in a small village with his mother and his father. He had quite a short attention span, even for his age, and his energy level was unmatchable. Neither his mother or father ever had the speed he showed at such a young age, and the cause for this unusual talent was unknown.
"Ha! Whattya think Robot-head would say to that!"
His mother sighed worriedly as Sonic uttered that nicname. Julian Robotnic was a child who use to live in the village, he was 10 years older than Sonic. He too, had an unusual abilty. His IQ was incredibly high, and he could already build complex machines by the age of 6. However, both of his parents had died before he was even 2, and he had become a cruel child. He often had teased Sonic or beat him up. Although, none of them had seen that child in 3 years. What had become of him, noone knew.
"I'm sure he'd be quite envious of you, Sonic!" His mom smiled.
Sonic smugly crossed his arms as a grin crossed his face, "Of course! If he was still here....I'd beat him up! Get him back for beating me up! And he wouldn't even be able to see me!" He laughed. His mom's smile went away and she smacked his hand. This was of moderate pain, and a way to discipline young children. "Sonic, don't say that. I never want you to go hurt anyone in revenge or for your own selfish desires. It can lead to very... bad character." Sonic held his hand and looked at her, "Sorry mom." The smug look didn't leave his face though. She nodded and her smile returned, "Now, I think I know a certain blue hedgehog who would like some hot chocolate with marshmallows! Or perhaps he's too cool for that?" He jumped up and glared at her, "Don't tease!" She laughed and headed back for the house, "Oh my, I guess I'll just have to have it all myself..." He ran after her and hit his little fists on her legs, "MOOOoooom! Mom! MommommommommommommomMOM! MOOOOOM!!!" She turned to him and then picked him up, "Oh, could your highness grace me with his presence at the kitchen table?" He laughed and teasingly crossed his arms, "I don't know...my schedule is quite busy!"
"Oh, but your highness, there might be Grahm Crackers with his hot chocolate! Aren't those his highnesses favorite?"
"Grahmn Crackers?! ....I mean, hn well, I GUESS I could make some space for you in my schedule, between tea with the queen and saving the world!"
His mom smiled and playfully rubbed his head as he nuzzled against her. "Mom?"
"Yes Sonic?"
"Do you think anyone will really ever call me that? Do you think I'll really ever save the world?"
"Even the stars aren't your limit sweetie."
He beamed and then jumped out of her arms as they reached the kitchen. Running for the cabinet he jumped up the shelves and landed on the counter. Sonic opened the cabinets and rummaged through them. He tossed out several things, each which his mom caught.
"I don't remember how hard chocolate is a part of hot chocolate!"
He turned to her and smiled, "If we're gonna get Grahm Crackers, we can make s'mores!!" Delighted, he jumped off the counter, holding a large bag of big marshmallows, a box of Grahm Crackers, some insta-hot chocolate and two cups.
"Alright," she took the mixture and the cups from him, "You make the s'mores, I'll take care of the hot chocolate." He nodded and took out 4 Grahm Crackers, 4 marshmallows and 2 blocks of chocolate. Looking at them carefully, he set down the first cracker, added 2 marshmallows and then the chocolate. Slapping on the last cracker, he repeated the procedure once more. His mom looked over, "Make sure everything is between the crackers, Sonic." He sighed and pushed everything in carefully and then put them in the microwave. Staring at the cooking s'mores, his mom finished boiling the water and poured it into the two cups. She poured the mixture in and stirred it as the microwave binged and Sonic impatiently threw the door open. Grabbing them he tossed them up a few times because they were hot. His mom took out two plates and he tossed the s'mores on to them and they each landed on the plate.
She took the two plates and cups and set them down at the kitchen table as he jumped up for his chair and then grabbed the smore and took a big bite. She laughed as the area around his mouth became caked in s'more, and she took a sip of her hot chocolate.
There was a knocking at the door and Sonic's ears perked up. "Dad's home!" He jumped out of his chair and raced for the door before his mom could say a word, and slided down the hallway. He quickly opened the door and his father smiled at him, "Has someone been sneaking chocolate again?" Sonic shook his head and pulled him to the kitchen where his mother walked over and hugged him. "How was your day, Jules?" Jules rubbed Sonics head, who was glomping his legs, and then looked to his wife. "....I'll tell you......later, Bernie."
She looked at him worried, knowing that tone was never good, but luckily Sonic was completly oblivious. "Didja bring me anything?!" Sonic eagerly asked. Jules nodded and reached into his pocket, taking out a small metal cylinder. "Straight from the factory." Overjoyed, he grabbed the object from his hand and glomped him again, "Thanks!" Sonic ran to the table and grabbed his snack, "Can I take it to my room, Mom?" She nodded and then he ran off then to put this present to use. Bernie smiled as she watched her son run off to his room and then looked to Jules. "Honey...?" His smile faded and he looked at the floor, "Sonic has to leave tomorow."
"Tomorow?!"
"The factory is twice as large, and the Freedom Fighters have agreed it's not safe for the children."
Jules was a part of a small group that had banded together to fight the mysterious creator of these recent "factories." Within these factories, robots of destruction we're created. There was only one person who could have come up with such complex bots, but they had put it past him because he was only a child...
"I haven't even told him yet Jules...Please, just let him stay a few more weeks..."
"No Bernie, it's not safe. I'll go tell him myself if you like."
"Jules..."
Upstairs, Sonic was assembling what looked like a large sloppy pile of metal. In Sonic's eye's however, it was a masterpeice he had been working on for 7 months. Each day, his father would bring him home a small peice of metal from his scouting missions. Sonic would add to his work everyday, and he was nearly done with it. He got up as soon as he had placed some of the peices and jumped onto his bed. On it was his only doll, a hedgehog that was a light blue colour. His mom had made it for him, and he had it ever since he was born. Lifting it above his head, he looked at the doll. The eye was worn out, and it was missing a spike. The arm needed to be restuffed, but Sonic saw none of those flaws. He hugged his doll as suddenly a crashing came from downstairs. Jumping up, he ran out of his room and stopped immediatly as silhouettes ran along the walls.
"Check for anyone else," said a flat mechnical voice.
Sonic saw as what appeared to be a large robot came up the stairs, and he ran for his room, sliding under the bed. Only the sound of the robots feet slamming against the floor made any noise, as he shivered and tried to make not one. He watched as the metal feet paused, and then walked out. "No others in here. These two will be fine." Suddenly it hit Sonic and he ran out from under his bed, yelling, "MOM! DAD!" All 4 robots looked up, one holding his knocked out parents. Realizing he had made a mistake, he tried to make a run for it. Unfourtately the only escape was down, and he was caught within a few minutes.
Instead of words to reply to her question, the sobs of the little boy filled the room. His mother kneeled next to him and looked at his bare foot, bleeding. "Aw...it's ok, it's just a little cut. Shhh...." She hugged him and rocked him as his sobs died down a bit, the intial shock ending. "M- -mom---mom----"
"Shhh, take your time."
He paused, whiping his eyes with the back of his hand. After a few minutes had gone by, the pain was a memory and he smiled at his mother as the last few tears graced his cheeks. "Mom! I wanted you to come see!"
"See what, Sonic?"
"You'll see! Come on! Come on!!!" Sonic was unusually impatient, and he pulled his mothers wrist. "Get your shoes first sweetie." He frowned at this delay and then ran up the stairs, and came back a moment later hopping to get his socks on. She noted the holes in them, "Sonic, wear your good pair." He smiled and sweatdropped, "These are my good pair Mom. They wore out a few days ago." She shook her head. They didn't have enough money to buy new things now, the whole city in fact was in a bit of a slump. It didn't matter to the children though, they didn't need possessions to keep them happy. "Hold on! Put your shoe all the way on." Sonic whimpered at the doorway and then pulled his shoe on over his ankle. "There! Happy??"
"Your sweater."
"Awwww Mom! It's not cold out! I'm fine!!"
"Your sweater."
He frowned again and grabbed it off the coat rack, pulling it over his head and slipping his arms in the sleeves. "Now???"
"Go ahead." She smiled.
He opened the door and ran out into the cold September day, turning around half way to look at his Mom. "You gonna watch? You watching? I---" Not a smart move, he backed right into a tree. "Sonic!!! Be careful!" She laughed since he hadn't hurt himself, just stunned himself a bit. Rubbing his head, he got up and pulled a leaf out of his hair. "Ok! Now watch!"
He began to start running again, but this time the motion of his feet became a blur. He exhaled once before shooting off into the forest, and dissapearing from his mothers sight. Though this time was suppost to be a suprise, she knew the drill. Pulling her sleeve back a bit, she looked at her watch. Seconds later, the little blue blur came shooting back, jumping from a small hill and then landing as a somersaulting ball. He jumped up and threw his arms out, "Ta da!" She beamed and laughed, "Wow! 10 seconds this time! Your getting really fast!" His eyes sparkled as he ran over to his mom, giggling.
Sonic was 5 years old. He lived in a small village with his mother and his father. He had quite a short attention span, even for his age, and his energy level was unmatchable. Neither his mother or father ever had the speed he showed at such a young age, and the cause for this unusual talent was unknown.
"Ha! Whattya think Robot-head would say to that!"
His mother sighed worriedly as Sonic uttered that nicname. Julian Robotnic was a child who use to live in the village, he was 10 years older than Sonic. He too, had an unusual abilty. His IQ was incredibly high, and he could already build complex machines by the age of 6. However, both of his parents had died before he was even 2, and he had become a cruel child. He often had teased Sonic or beat him up. Although, none of them had seen that child in 3 years. What had become of him, noone knew.
"I'm sure he'd be quite envious of you, Sonic!" His mom smiled.
Sonic smugly crossed his arms as a grin crossed his face, "Of course! If he was still here....I'd beat him up! Get him back for beating me up! And he wouldn't even be able to see me!" He laughed. His mom's smile went away and she smacked his hand. This was of moderate pain, and a way to discipline young children. "Sonic, don't say that. I never want you to go hurt anyone in revenge or for your own selfish desires. It can lead to very... bad character." Sonic held his hand and looked at her, "Sorry mom." The smug look didn't leave his face though. She nodded and her smile returned, "Now, I think I know a certain blue hedgehog who would like some hot chocolate with marshmallows! Or perhaps he's too cool for that?" He jumped up and glared at her, "Don't tease!" She laughed and headed back for the house, "Oh my, I guess I'll just have to have it all myself..." He ran after her and hit his little fists on her legs, "MOOOoooom! Mom! MommommommommommommomMOM! MOOOOOM!!!" She turned to him and then picked him up, "Oh, could your highness grace me with his presence at the kitchen table?" He laughed and teasingly crossed his arms, "I don't know...my schedule is quite busy!"
"Oh, but your highness, there might be Grahm Crackers with his hot chocolate! Aren't those his highnesses favorite?"
"Grahmn Crackers?! ....I mean, hn well, I GUESS I could make some space for you in my schedule, between tea with the queen and saving the world!"
His mom smiled and playfully rubbed his head as he nuzzled against her. "Mom?"
"Yes Sonic?"
"Do you think anyone will really ever call me that? Do you think I'll really ever save the world?"
"Even the stars aren't your limit sweetie."
He beamed and then jumped out of her arms as they reached the kitchen. Running for the cabinet he jumped up the shelves and landed on the counter. Sonic opened the cabinets and rummaged through them. He tossed out several things, each which his mom caught.
"I don't remember how hard chocolate is a part of hot chocolate!"
He turned to her and smiled, "If we're gonna get Grahm Crackers, we can make s'mores!!" Delighted, he jumped off the counter, holding a large bag of big marshmallows, a box of Grahm Crackers, some insta-hot chocolate and two cups.
"Alright," she took the mixture and the cups from him, "You make the s'mores, I'll take care of the hot chocolate." He nodded and took out 4 Grahm Crackers, 4 marshmallows and 2 blocks of chocolate. Looking at them carefully, he set down the first cracker, added 2 marshmallows and then the chocolate. Slapping on the last cracker, he repeated the procedure once more. His mom looked over, "Make sure everything is between the crackers, Sonic." He sighed and pushed everything in carefully and then put them in the microwave. Staring at the cooking s'mores, his mom finished boiling the water and poured it into the two cups. She poured the mixture in and stirred it as the microwave binged and Sonic impatiently threw the door open. Grabbing them he tossed them up a few times because they were hot. His mom took out two plates and he tossed the s'mores on to them and they each landed on the plate.
She took the two plates and cups and set them down at the kitchen table as he jumped up for his chair and then grabbed the smore and took a big bite. She laughed as the area around his mouth became caked in s'more, and she took a sip of her hot chocolate.
There was a knocking at the door and Sonic's ears perked up. "Dad's home!" He jumped out of his chair and raced for the door before his mom could say a word, and slided down the hallway. He quickly opened the door and his father smiled at him, "Has someone been sneaking chocolate again?" Sonic shook his head and pulled him to the kitchen where his mother walked over and hugged him. "How was your day, Jules?" Jules rubbed Sonics head, who was glomping his legs, and then looked to his wife. "....I'll tell you......later, Bernie."
She looked at him worried, knowing that tone was never good, but luckily Sonic was completly oblivious. "Didja bring me anything?!" Sonic eagerly asked. Jules nodded and reached into his pocket, taking out a small metal cylinder. "Straight from the factory." Overjoyed, he grabbed the object from his hand and glomped him again, "Thanks!" Sonic ran to the table and grabbed his snack, "Can I take it to my room, Mom?" She nodded and then he ran off then to put this present to use. Bernie smiled as she watched her son run off to his room and then looked to Jules. "Honey...?" His smile faded and he looked at the floor, "Sonic has to leave tomorow."
"Tomorow?!"
"The factory is twice as large, and the Freedom Fighters have agreed it's not safe for the children."
Jules was a part of a small group that had banded together to fight the mysterious creator of these recent "factories." Within these factories, robots of destruction we're created. There was only one person who could have come up with such complex bots, but they had put it past him because he was only a child...
"I haven't even told him yet Jules...Please, just let him stay a few more weeks..."
"No Bernie, it's not safe. I'll go tell him myself if you like."
"Jules..."
Upstairs, Sonic was assembling what looked like a large sloppy pile of metal. In Sonic's eye's however, it was a masterpeice he had been working on for 7 months. Each day, his father would bring him home a small peice of metal from his scouting missions. Sonic would add to his work everyday, and he was nearly done with it. He got up as soon as he had placed some of the peices and jumped onto his bed. On it was his only doll, a hedgehog that was a light blue colour. His mom had made it for him, and he had it ever since he was born. Lifting it above his head, he looked at the doll. The eye was worn out, and it was missing a spike. The arm needed to be restuffed, but Sonic saw none of those flaws. He hugged his doll as suddenly a crashing came from downstairs. Jumping up, he ran out of his room and stopped immediatly as silhouettes ran along the walls.
"Check for anyone else," said a flat mechnical voice.
Sonic saw as what appeared to be a large robot came up the stairs, and he ran for his room, sliding under the bed. Only the sound of the robots feet slamming against the floor made any noise, as he shivered and tried to make not one. He watched as the metal feet paused, and then walked out. "No others in here. These two will be fine." Suddenly it hit Sonic and he ran out from under his bed, yelling, "MOM! DAD!" All 4 robots looked up, one holding his knocked out parents. Realizing he had made a mistake, he tried to make a run for it. Unfourtately the only escape was down, and he was caught within a few minutes.