The Prophecy

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*Michael Stewart Stephenson*

*After the death of his parents, Charisma Kaynyne ran away from the North Metropolis Zone, aiming for the Emerald Hill Zone, he made it only to the Spring Yard Zone, where he settled after being adopted by the family of Bantam Meeses.*

*Becky Sabre and Jessica Sabre are cousins, sharing the same surname.*

*Jessica Sabre is constantly flirting outrageously with Charisma Kaynyne, although it has never yet resulted in anything serious.*

*Although in theory, Charisma Kaynyne is supposed to be the adopted brother of Bantam Meeses, they get along as best friends.*



DUE TO SOME URM… RATHER SELECT SCENES, THIS STORY HAS BEEN RATED AS PG - 15.

But hey, if you feel ready for it, read away. Just don't blame me for warping your mind. It's my style.


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Prologue - The End

"Don't worry babe, we'll be OK, there's no way they'll find us in her-"
CRAAASH!!!!!!!!
"Shit."
"By order of our ruler Doctor Robotnik, you are to be executed. Resistance is futile."
The trooper grabbed the male Labrador viciously by the arms and pressed a gun to his head.
The female Labrador just couldn't stand to sit by silently and watch her husband die.
"RAARGH!" She launched herself out of the broom cupboard, straight at the dark red plated trooper robot that had hold of her husband. The trooper didn't even move his upper body as he kicked at the female Labrador moving towards him, sending her in a direct course to the cold, hard floor. He turned back to the male dog and promptly pressed on the trigger, sending a bright blue flash at point blank range to his head.
He died instantly.
The trooper dropped the corpse and turned back to the female, lying motionless on the ground, he lifted his arm to his face and spoke into the communicator on his wrist.
"Trooper 265-762-M3 to HQ, offender has been disposed of, spouse attempted assault, requesting instructions regarding spouse."
The voice that came back through the trooper's wrist was deeply scratchy and broken but the order was clear.
"Dispose of the female similarly."
The trooper severed the connection to HQ, then lifted his right foot and brought it down mercilessly on the head of the unconscious female dog. Her skull was quickly crushed under the heavy pressure of the troopers steel foot.
In the back of the broom cupboard, the young, five year old Labrador let out a small whimper. After just watching both his parents being murdered, the small dog was frozen in place. The trooper picked up on the sound and bent down to peer into the darkness of the cupboard.
The next and last thing the trooper saw was a large metal spanner heading directly for his face.
Charisma Kaynyne stepped out of the cupboard, blinking against the bright light, he looked down at the scene he had created, one of Robotnik's troopers lay face-up on the floor, a large spanner planted firmly in the front of its robotic head. The young pup bent down and pulled at the spanner until it came free, he threw it aside and kneeled down to examine the insides of the trooper's head. There wasn't much to see, the wires and various chips and circuitry had all been smashed to pieces by the spanner.
Charisma stood up and stared sullenly at the two lifeless bodies that lay at either side of the trooper.
The two bodies that had once been his parents. He was old enough to know that they were dead, that they were never coming back. He also knew then that his life was ruined, and he swore, one day he would have his revenge.
He picked up the spanner and started beating at the de-activated trooper with a rhythmic pattern, deep into the night, until the robot was unrecognizable as a machine of Robotnik's design.
After he had finished trashing the trooper, Charisma dropped the spanner with a loud clang. He noticed that even with all his strength, he couldn't break the hard steel glove on the right hand of the trooper, he pulled the glove off, revealing a weak machine hand. He put the glove on his own right hand, it almost reached to his elbow, but he still kept it, as well as guarding his hand, and giving him a strong punch, it was cool. He punched the wall near him with the glove on, it left four circular indents in the cold concrete.
He took a deep breath and, fighting the instinct to go and curl up in his mothers arms, he ran away into the darkness of the North Metropolis Zone, being careful to stamp on the trooper's exposed hand as he went.


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