Sonic is copyright to Sega; Josema is copyright to Teeto Fox/John Avon, the author.
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White lights, flashing lights, sirens, voices, strange faces...
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With a start, he awoke. Looking at a random clock, he discovered that he had slept for at least two hours. Sighing, he once more dragged himself out of bed and into the shower.
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At one end of the table sat a blue hedgehog. He ate ravenously, wolfing sausages, scooping up scrambled egg and slurping coffee as if he had fasted for a long, long time. His well filled-out body proved otherwise though - this hedgehog knew all too well the pleasures of a few sweets too many. He occasionally glanced up, as if guarding his food from other animals.
Sonic the Hedgehog - chilli dog connoisseur, good friend, freedom fighter extraordinaire and fat bloater on the side.
Presently the blue one paused to take a gulp of air, taking this opportunity to speak: "So, where ya been these past few years, eh?"
His question was directed at he who sat at the other end of the table, who had also paused from his well-mannered and paced meal to answer the hedgehog. The subject of the hedgehog's attention was a raccoon of an extremely noble countenance; handsome, tall and elegant, he was the pinnacle of envy for a lot of the freedom fighters. His eyes were particularly benevolent - they beheld an intelligence that far surpassed many, and a gentleness that easily matched his wit. When he talked, people seemed to close their mouths and listen; when he walked into a crowded room, it seemed that a path was cleared especially for him.
Presently he answered Sonic: "Under a fuckin' rock, friend."
"Oh yeah?" Sonic snorted. "Well how do I know you ain't been in prison?"
This remark was greeted by a wan smile. "Can check with my former employer if you wan'."
"Where would I find him, then?"
"In Latency. That was where I used to work, an' live to boot. Small town in the middle of nowhere, believe me. I was well-known around that part - some damned nice fellas there."
"Yeah? Well I never heard of any Josema before."
Josema, as was his name, smiled warmly. "Don't fret yeself, friend. My records are clean: never even been near an enforcer in my life. In Latency, I had no need for a life o' crime, an' I ain't never been a one for it anyhow."
Sonic nodded thoughtfully, fitting the jigsaw pieces. "An' that's why you want to join the Freedom Fighters..." He didn't wait for a response - instead, he went back to wolfing down his meal, although with a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
Josema in turn went back to his own meal, politely sipping at his orange juice and spreading a small amount of margarine on his toast.
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The roar of a shower at full blast could be heard throughout the small house. He stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, before grabbing a towel and wrapping it snugly around his narrow waist.
He reached up to wipe the condensed steam off the small mirror, leaving the image of the young fox clear. He looked at the blue eyes blankly: his face held no virtues to him.
This opinion was not shared by many however. In recent years, he had developed from a scrawny cub into the local heartthrob. His twin tails was not often thought of as hindering to his looks, and in fact these were often considered to complete his cute look and add character to him, instead of being just another beautiful face.
Turning away from his reflection, he began to towel himself dry, running the towel over furred skin without blemish, over muscles that were well-developed but not overly large, and over his hair which had been plastered to his forehead by the wet.
As he dried himself, he walked into his room naked and switched on the radio. Finally, after he had dried and freshened up in the bathroom and put on his clothes, he set out from his hut in his usual jovial mood.
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The two sat - Josema had long finished his breakfast, Sonic continued to ravish the toast and bacon that was still on the table. The raccoon waited patiently, watching Sonic with interest.
After some time, the hedgehog finally sat back with a belch, and took a breath. "So, ya got any specialist skills?"
The raccoon took a moment to consider this. "Sort of, yeah. I have people skills, computer skills, training in weaponry and vehicles. I also have some basic field medicinal knowledge and experience in infiltration."
Sonic nodded, impressed. "Well, that's nice to hear, someone around here who can take care of them damn selves. When can you join? Oh, an' I'll need yer full name."
Josema smiled. "Josema Bane, an' as soon as possible."
And they both reached across the table and shook hands.
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