Chapter Three
Things That Once Were
Sonic let out a curse. Somewhere in the midst of his wanderings, Sonic
had gotten himself completely lost. He let out another loud curse, kicking a
nearby garbage can. From the look of things he guessed he was in a place known
as the Dikes. It had once been the boom center of Station Square, the main work
center of the area, a collection of factories that was the very heart of Station
Square economics. But times had changed and slowly the boom center had decayed.
Old factories closed down for newer, more high tech ones. Some factories closed
down altogether as other factories became more efficient and Station Square
began to import more goods. Slowly the entire factory area had been abandoned.
Because of all the heavy machinery built into the factories, as well as the
waste created by the factories when they were still operational, no one had
bothered to tear the old boom center down. Instead it had remained to slowly
decay away, a pitiful memorial to things that once were.
Sonic sighed in frustration. This isn't where he wanted to be. Not that
he knew where he wanted to be. But he didn't want to be here. Lost in a place
full of dying memories. A place mourning something long past. It was too
familiar. It felt too much like himself. Mourning things no longer even
memories. He felt his sorrow and grief come crashing down on top of him. His
pain, his anger, all of it came down on his head. He felt choked with emotions.
Choked with old memories.
"No," he whispered. He didn't want to cry. Not here. Not like this.
Not in this dead place. It would be like crying in a grave yard. And Sonic
knew it wouldn't be the soft, gentle tears that showed how much you missed
someone. Tears that showed a gentle respect for things past. No, these would
be like a child's tears. Loud, boisterous. Unstoppable. Rude and unending.
They would be the wails like a child having a tantrum. He couldn't do that
here. Not in this place of metal, that would catch his cries and send them
crashing back down on him.
Sonic began to panic. He couldn't cry here. But the emotions remained
strong. And continued to grow stronger. The panic grew as well. He couldn't
cry here. Not with all these ghosts. Not with all these memories. He needed
somewhere peaceful. Somewhere that didn't feel so haunted. Sonic's panic
mounted and broke over him, taking control. He started walking, then slowly
sped up, getting faster and faster. He dashed down random alley ways, turning
corners with out thought. He soon was running nearly full speed through the
abandon streets of the Dikes.
Above him, Knuckles cursed. So much for following Sonic being easy work.
He had managed to keep up for a while, but soon lost the hedgehog in the twisted
maze of streets. He glided along above the streets, following whatever faint
trace of Sonic he could find. He had a bad feeling about tonight and he knew he
had to find the grief stricken hedgehog as soon as he could.
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Author's Note: Okay, I know this chapter is a little weird and Sonic may be a
bit out of character here. But everyone acts a little out of character
sometimes. And this chapter wasn't even what it was going to be. The next one
will be a little more action filled, but this chapter just evolved on its own.
They do that sometimes. And also, this chapter didn't get any editing…so I'll
edit it one of these days and fix it up. Till then, this is the version you
get! I'll try to have chapter three out soon. Peace out yo!
Things That Once Were
Sonic let out a curse. Somewhere in the midst of his wanderings, Sonic
had gotten himself completely lost. He let out another loud curse, kicking a
nearby garbage can. From the look of things he guessed he was in a place known
as the Dikes. It had once been the boom center of Station Square, the main work
center of the area, a collection of factories that was the very heart of Station
Square economics. But times had changed and slowly the boom center had decayed.
Old factories closed down for newer, more high tech ones. Some factories closed
down altogether as other factories became more efficient and Station Square
began to import more goods. Slowly the entire factory area had been abandoned.
Because of all the heavy machinery built into the factories, as well as the
waste created by the factories when they were still operational, no one had
bothered to tear the old boom center down. Instead it had remained to slowly
decay away, a pitiful memorial to things that once were.
Sonic sighed in frustration. This isn't where he wanted to be. Not that
he knew where he wanted to be. But he didn't want to be here. Lost in a place
full of dying memories. A place mourning something long past. It was too
familiar. It felt too much like himself. Mourning things no longer even
memories. He felt his sorrow and grief come crashing down on top of him. His
pain, his anger, all of it came down on his head. He felt choked with emotions.
Choked with old memories.
"No," he whispered. He didn't want to cry. Not here. Not like this.
Not in this dead place. It would be like crying in a grave yard. And Sonic
knew it wouldn't be the soft, gentle tears that showed how much you missed
someone. Tears that showed a gentle respect for things past. No, these would
be like a child's tears. Loud, boisterous. Unstoppable. Rude and unending.
They would be the wails like a child having a tantrum. He couldn't do that
here. Not in this place of metal, that would catch his cries and send them
crashing back down on him.
Sonic began to panic. He couldn't cry here. But the emotions remained
strong. And continued to grow stronger. The panic grew as well. He couldn't
cry here. Not with all these ghosts. Not with all these memories. He needed
somewhere peaceful. Somewhere that didn't feel so haunted. Sonic's panic
mounted and broke over him, taking control. He started walking, then slowly
sped up, getting faster and faster. He dashed down random alley ways, turning
corners with out thought. He soon was running nearly full speed through the
abandon streets of the Dikes.
Above him, Knuckles cursed. So much for following Sonic being easy work.
He had managed to keep up for a while, but soon lost the hedgehog in the twisted
maze of streets. He glided along above the streets, following whatever faint
trace of Sonic he could find. He had a bad feeling about tonight and he knew he
had to find the grief stricken hedgehog as soon as he could.
**************************
Author's Note: Okay, I know this chapter is a little weird and Sonic may be a
bit out of character here. But everyone acts a little out of character
sometimes. And this chapter wasn't even what it was going to be. The next one
will be a little more action filled, but this chapter just evolved on its own.
They do that sometimes. And also, this chapter didn't get any editing…so I'll
edit it one of these days and fix it up. Till then, this is the version you
get! I'll try to have chapter three out soon. Peace out yo!