Author – "I did say my Grammar suck right?"
Chapter 2: The Beginning of... Hate.
"Wake up." Her calm voices calls. "Wake up Zanth, Wake up! Its almost
time." She yells for him quietly, urging him to stir back into this
conscious world. Flickering his eyes open slowly, rubbing his forehead as
the throbbing pain slowly dulls with each passing moment.
"Uhh..." He slowly mumbles, the dry sensation in his throat leaving a
tickling feeling behind his tongue. Slowly lifting his head, his eyes
strain to focus on the surroundings, the first thing into his sight, that
of a young girl her blonde hair running down past her shoulders, the blue
dress she wears, matching her eyes, soft and silky to the touch. She stares
down into his eyes with a pleasing smile.
"Your awake at last Zanth!" She cheerfully states.
(My head hurts).
"How are you feeling now?"
(Grr... My head hurts). He moans.
"Can you talk? You spoke before, is there something wrong?" She questions,
with a glimpse of concern in her voice.
(My... HEAD... HURTS...).
"I'll ask Grandpa in a minute."
(Grandpa?)
Lifting Zanth up to his feet, he stares down at his body, feeling down his
legs brushing the fine white fur that seems to cover him. His purple
stomach leads round to his long slender tail that droops behind him; his
ears twitch at each and every sound each squeak and brush of the air.
Holding Zanth by his three-fingered hand she leads him across this small
greyish room where one bed sits in the corner and a cracked mirror leans
against the dusted walls. He stares down at the huge differences between
himself and this young girl.
(What am I?). He questions himself. Being lead in front of the cracked
mirror a creature stares back at him. A mysterious being with a world of
questions and endless answers, those bright green eyes hold back something
behind the face, within the mind. Turning his back in fear, he buries his
head back into his hands, rubbing his forehead as the pain begins to swell
once again.
*Bzzt* "Maria..." A distorted voice echoes from the door, a small panel
wielded beside the frame crackles with a low stern voice, the age shows
with its very sound. "Maria... *Bzzt* were waiting."
The blonde girl swiftly walks towards the voice, pressing her finger down
on a small red button she splutters back through.
"We'll be there soon Grandpa"
"Good. Shadow and me are waiting. *Bzzt*..."
Staring back across at Zanth as he hides himself, she sighs with some pity
and lifts his hand away from his eyes.
"Come on Zanth, there are a few people you need to meet."
(Who?).
Walking the stretching corridors that endless claim more distance from you,
the windows show nothing but a pure blackness of the sky. The glittering
light shines back with a small flash towards Zanth, as he leans his head to
one side questioning the wonders of himself once again. Mumbling under his
breath as he is dragged along, his feet constantly tripping over his tail
that just wants to be noticed. The corridors seem empty, the only life that
stands are themselves as Maria pushes ahead rushing them to a sliding door
at the end.
Acknowledging her presence allowing her to pass, they enter into what
appear to be a well light room. A large table sits in the centre while many
assorted lights and cluttered around the room. A vast window opens into
space, staring down into the blue oceans of an entire planet. Large
cushioned chairs sit at the window, well broken in from the time spend,
wandering into the stars.
"You finally made it" His deep voice filled with delight at seeing Zanth.
His eyes hidden behind dark spectacles as he brushes back what little hair
he has with his fingers. The bright orange moustache matching that of his
hair, with colour and style. Shoving a pad back into his long white lab
coat he forces a smile upon himself, staring over at a glaring black
hedgehog. The dark red stripes cover that of his quills and arms, his dark
brown eyes rage towards them. He pulls up his gloves he cracks his knuckles
in frustration. "Please, sit down." Offering two open seats, those beside
him and Shadow.
"Thanks Grandpa" Maria cheerfully yells
A large bowl with a thick green substance sits while chunks of torn chicken
float within this food. The partially bald man stares over his spectacles
at Zanth, who questions what it is that lays before him.
"So Zanth... I'm called Gerald, how are you feeling?"
"Hey can't speak Grandpa" She expresses with worry.
"Oh... probably came out to early then his vocal cords may not be fully
developed. He was supposed to stay in there until he grew to an adult. But
I would say he is more of a teenager."
(Out of where? What the hell is all this?). The creature questions himself.
(I have to say something so they hear me). Zanth lowers his head into one
hand and begins to repeat words in his mind, over and over sounding them
out to himself, rubbing the lump in his throat he eases the sound away.
"P... Pa... Pain..."
"Where does it hurt Zanth?" Gerald states, pulling the pad from his pocket
as he begins to scribble down notes. The black hedgehog continues to glare
down his nose at them all. Cracking his knuckles against the table, taking
long deep breaths he frowns at this act of emotion. Maria rubbing Zanth's
hand to ease his pain.
"H... Hea... Head..."
"Must be a side effect from the treatments while he was in stasis... Maria
come with me please."
As the rush from the room, leaving the mess behind. They seemingly forget
about the two left at the table. Zanth lowers his head back into his hands
and lets out a long groan while the throbbing pain eases away once again.
Allowing his mind to fall silent his thoughts for that very second cease to
exist, his freedom opens up into a new level. A harsh hand grips around his
shoulder, squeezing it hard, the fingers dig against his skin causing him
to growl under his breath and strike back with a lethal punch upper cutting
into someone's jaw. The two cracks echo back down his arm, as the hand
releases he opens his eyes seeing the black Hedgehog cradle his injured
jaw.
"Argh... Why did you hit me?"
(I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me. I felt like I was being
threatened).
"That was a big mistake..."
"Sh... Shad... Shadow..." He manages to splutter under his breath.
"How did you know?"
(I'm not sure, its as if I could sense it somehow... Ahh... what the hell am
I?).
"You can speak, tell me!" He demands, crunching his fist down on the table.
"You're the most pitiful, useless thing I have met so far!"
Shadow shakes his fist in Zanth's face; grabbing his bowl he tips the
contents over his head and slams the bowl upside down against his skull.
Leaving the dripping mess to sit there in his own meal. Staring back with
rage an overwhelming pain passes through the back of his mind, and
travelling down his spine. Zanth lets loose a small cry of pain before
resting his head against the table and slipping away into the darkness.
Chapter 2: The Beginning of... Hate.
"Wake up." Her calm voices calls. "Wake up Zanth, Wake up! Its almost
time." She yells for him quietly, urging him to stir back into this
conscious world. Flickering his eyes open slowly, rubbing his forehead as
the throbbing pain slowly dulls with each passing moment.
"Uhh..." He slowly mumbles, the dry sensation in his throat leaving a
tickling feeling behind his tongue. Slowly lifting his head, his eyes
strain to focus on the surroundings, the first thing into his sight, that
of a young girl her blonde hair running down past her shoulders, the blue
dress she wears, matching her eyes, soft and silky to the touch. She stares
down into his eyes with a pleasing smile.
"Your awake at last Zanth!" She cheerfully states.
(My head hurts).
"How are you feeling now?"
(Grr... My head hurts). He moans.
"Can you talk? You spoke before, is there something wrong?" She questions,
with a glimpse of concern in her voice.
(My... HEAD... HURTS...).
"I'll ask Grandpa in a minute."
(Grandpa?)
Lifting Zanth up to his feet, he stares down at his body, feeling down his
legs brushing the fine white fur that seems to cover him. His purple
stomach leads round to his long slender tail that droops behind him; his
ears twitch at each and every sound each squeak and brush of the air.
Holding Zanth by his three-fingered hand she leads him across this small
greyish room where one bed sits in the corner and a cracked mirror leans
against the dusted walls. He stares down at the huge differences between
himself and this young girl.
(What am I?). He questions himself. Being lead in front of the cracked
mirror a creature stares back at him. A mysterious being with a world of
questions and endless answers, those bright green eyes hold back something
behind the face, within the mind. Turning his back in fear, he buries his
head back into his hands, rubbing his forehead as the pain begins to swell
once again.
*Bzzt* "Maria..." A distorted voice echoes from the door, a small panel
wielded beside the frame crackles with a low stern voice, the age shows
with its very sound. "Maria... *Bzzt* were waiting."
The blonde girl swiftly walks towards the voice, pressing her finger down
on a small red button she splutters back through.
"We'll be there soon Grandpa"
"Good. Shadow and me are waiting. *Bzzt*..."
Staring back across at Zanth as he hides himself, she sighs with some pity
and lifts his hand away from his eyes.
"Come on Zanth, there are a few people you need to meet."
(Who?).
Walking the stretching corridors that endless claim more distance from you,
the windows show nothing but a pure blackness of the sky. The glittering
light shines back with a small flash towards Zanth, as he leans his head to
one side questioning the wonders of himself once again. Mumbling under his
breath as he is dragged along, his feet constantly tripping over his tail
that just wants to be noticed. The corridors seem empty, the only life that
stands are themselves as Maria pushes ahead rushing them to a sliding door
at the end.
Acknowledging her presence allowing her to pass, they enter into what
appear to be a well light room. A large table sits in the centre while many
assorted lights and cluttered around the room. A vast window opens into
space, staring down into the blue oceans of an entire planet. Large
cushioned chairs sit at the window, well broken in from the time spend,
wandering into the stars.
"You finally made it" His deep voice filled with delight at seeing Zanth.
His eyes hidden behind dark spectacles as he brushes back what little hair
he has with his fingers. The bright orange moustache matching that of his
hair, with colour and style. Shoving a pad back into his long white lab
coat he forces a smile upon himself, staring over at a glaring black
hedgehog. The dark red stripes cover that of his quills and arms, his dark
brown eyes rage towards them. He pulls up his gloves he cracks his knuckles
in frustration. "Please, sit down." Offering two open seats, those beside
him and Shadow.
"Thanks Grandpa" Maria cheerfully yells
A large bowl with a thick green substance sits while chunks of torn chicken
float within this food. The partially bald man stares over his spectacles
at Zanth, who questions what it is that lays before him.
"So Zanth... I'm called Gerald, how are you feeling?"
"Hey can't speak Grandpa" She expresses with worry.
"Oh... probably came out to early then his vocal cords may not be fully
developed. He was supposed to stay in there until he grew to an adult. But
I would say he is more of a teenager."
(Out of where? What the hell is all this?). The creature questions himself.
(I have to say something so they hear me). Zanth lowers his head into one
hand and begins to repeat words in his mind, over and over sounding them
out to himself, rubbing the lump in his throat he eases the sound away.
"P... Pa... Pain..."
"Where does it hurt Zanth?" Gerald states, pulling the pad from his pocket
as he begins to scribble down notes. The black hedgehog continues to glare
down his nose at them all. Cracking his knuckles against the table, taking
long deep breaths he frowns at this act of emotion. Maria rubbing Zanth's
hand to ease his pain.
"H... Hea... Head..."
"Must be a side effect from the treatments while he was in stasis... Maria
come with me please."
As the rush from the room, leaving the mess behind. They seemingly forget
about the two left at the table. Zanth lowers his head back into his hands
and lets out a long groan while the throbbing pain eases away once again.
Allowing his mind to fall silent his thoughts for that very second cease to
exist, his freedom opens up into a new level. A harsh hand grips around his
shoulder, squeezing it hard, the fingers dig against his skin causing him
to growl under his breath and strike back with a lethal punch upper cutting
into someone's jaw. The two cracks echo back down his arm, as the hand
releases he opens his eyes seeing the black Hedgehog cradle his injured
jaw.
"Argh... Why did you hit me?"
(I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me. I felt like I was being
threatened).
"That was a big mistake..."
"Sh... Shad... Shadow..." He manages to splutter under his breath.
"How did you know?"
(I'm not sure, its as if I could sense it somehow... Ahh... what the hell am
I?).
"You can speak, tell me!" He demands, crunching his fist down on the table.
"You're the most pitiful, useless thing I have met so far!"
Shadow shakes his fist in Zanth's face; grabbing his bowl he tips the
contents over his head and slams the bowl upside down against his skull.
Leaving the dripping mess to sit there in his own meal. Staring back with
rage an overwhelming pain passes through the back of his mind, and
travelling down his spine. Zanth lets loose a small cry of pain before
resting his head against the table and slipping away into the darkness.