Author – "I don't have anything good to say right now. So bite me. Haha."
Chapter 3: To Unlock a Mystery.
Entry 4.
"Creature A1.2 has so far reacted badly against Shadow 2.0. A constant
bickering between them which I can't decide is whose fault. I have noticed
Shadow to be the dark type in this family, but I can't understand why he
would harass A1.2 or as my granddaughter has named it... 'Zanth' a warrior of
spirit from her favourite book I once read her. Zanth has shown no
abilities that I have expected thus far and I am increasingly worried about
the experiments we undertake... by we I mean... no I can't say yet. But his
speech slowly improves from waking so early.
Argh, the constant eye over my shoulder from GUN is a massive distraction
from my work, and my family. The Commander is making more and more surprise
visits each and every day, I can't help but feel he may be noticing the
experiments I'm running."
- Recorded Voice log of Dr Gerald Robotnik, Space Colony Ark.
A dark haired man leans back in his chair with a small grin spread across
his face, tapping the advanced laser rifle in the palm of his hand, the
glint of his brown eyes shimmers against the light of the stars. Running
his hand down the light greyish uniform fixing the medals against his chest
he slowly turns in his chair twiddling his thumbs together neatly. The tag
above his breast pocket reads the following. 'Commander Draconis. GUN.'
"Bad move Doctor..." He whispers silently.
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"Very good Shadow."
The darkened Hedgehog crunches his fist against a large steel wall, the
counter above it ticks away as more force is pressured against it. The
gleam in Gerald's eye is that of joy seeing his experiment turn to a
success. The constant sound of a scribbling pen and paper while muttering
under his breath has became one of his well-known habits aboard this
colony.
"I wish I could prove more to you professor."
"You've proved more than enough Shadow, this is excellent progress."
Yet silently amongst the tubes and glasses of boiling liquids, lurks the
creature without a reason of life. Constantly peering over the tables as
his curiosity kicks in like that of a feline, the glow in his eyes causes
hiding within the darkness a difficult fight.
"Zanth, stop fooling around, its your turn."
Slowly drifting past, his tail drags behind him while his ears flopped and
his head lowered. He sighs while staring up at his creator, trying to catch
a look into his eyes behind the dark spectacles. Shadow stands panting
while cracking his knuckles slowly within his hand. His glare fixed on
Zanth, that glare filled with so much hate for little reasons. A hate to be
better than his brother.
"Do... does Sha... Shad... Shadow have t... t... to watch me?"
"Yes." Gerald mutters angrily. "Now get on with it."
Grunting under his breath, Zanth presses his hands against the wall, his
feet firmly locked with the ground and begins to push with all his might.
The counter begins to tick as the pressure increases slowly crawling as far
as it can reach before slowly dropping once again. The white feline begins
to slide down the wall gasping for his breath, bringing him to his knees
within an instant.
"Hm, very disappointing. Wouldn't you agree professor?" Shadow smirks.
"Yes I would, what your ability is Zanth I am yet to see it.
Slamming down his pad to the floor, he abruptly rushes from the room
shouting down the halls about the time he has wasted. Zanth's ears picking
up at the insults directed at him he staggers back to his feet with his
tail swinging wildly behind him. Shadow stands up to him, breathing down
his neck he whispers into his ear.
"Well, if he doesn't like you he might get rid of you. No one here does
like you anyway."
Zanth's eyes light up with shock, he turns to face Shadow staring into
those cold eyes with fear at his very words.
"N... N... No... Maria is n... ni... nice t... m... me."
"Maria is nice to me as well, but only because she pity's you the same way
I do." He smirks with a selfish tone.
"L... Li... Lia... L... "
"Look at you, you can't even talk to me without spluttering. What are you
anyway?"
Shadow raises his hand, slapping Zanth across his face with a loud crack.
The feline holds his bruised face with a tear in his eyes and backs away
hiding his face from the darkened hedgehog. His glare piercing him with
each passing second, a swirling emotion inside of Zanth stirs with the
seconds. Feeling something inside of him bellowing to be broken loose,
screaming at him to break free and unleash his madness, his teeth grit
together and his hand opens towards Shadow. A sudden wave of force pins
Shadow against the steel wall, the counter speeds away rising faster than
the eye can see. Zanth's eyes lock on Shadow, not one finger laid upon him
but his very mind. The force of the power holds the Hedgehog down, each new
movement brings more pressure down on him, managing to catch Zanth's eyes
he sees the hint of madness under the sharp glow of his power.
"What is this?.. let... me go... you... bas...tard..."
With a loud sigh, his power fades and Shadow drops to the floor now gasping
for his breath under the struggle. Zanth stands looking into the palm of
his hand, searching for the answer of what just happened. Questing himself
time and time again he slowly trails from the room with a look of shock.
Shadow daring to peer up from his knee's whispers... "Dam you."
A small camera watches over the incident, sitting the other side he still
yet continues to scribble against another pad the event just witnessed. A
huge smile shows his stained teeth.
"So this is your power Zanth." He laughs.
"Wh... What... is?" A small voice echoes.
Spinning around standing at the doorway, the feline struggles to stay on
his own feet as his tail slams down against the floor he is soon to follow
with a small thud. His head bouncing from the floor on impact. Gerald runs
to his side in concern of his specimen, lifting his head and feeling for a
pulse he sighs with relief.
"Looks like it took a lot out of you. Seems Shadow caused this, I wonder
how you would react face to face with him? Hmmm... I have an idea, but first
lets check you out."
Pulling a small syringe from his lab coat, he pierces the lid of a small
bottle concealed within his hand. Filling it with a green liquid he feels
with his finger along the organic tube leading from the back of Zanth's
head down between his shoulder, piercing this second 'neck' of his
injecting a substance into his nerves.
"I don't want you to wake up just yet..." Gerald puts on an evil grin and
drags his experiment over to the table. Shoving his hands under a small tap
he coats his hands in a disinfectant, then slides on a pair of white gloves
while strapping a mask around his face. Pulling out a small sharp scalpel
he slowly aims it down the front of Zanth's skull stopping just between his
eyes, shaking his head and rolling Zanth to his front. His arms hang from
the table while Gerald begins to split open the tube travelling from his
head. The blood seeps down his face dripping to the floor. Examining each
and every nerve crammed inside Gerald makes sure to note what he sees
within this creature, the very power travels through him.
"From what I can see Zanth, looks like all these nerves supply power to
something...I'll have to look further. But now lets sew you back together, I
need you in top condition. I shouldn't operate in such crude conditions...
but if you die I'll create a replacement."
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"Tog uoy evah thaw?" A low voice speaks gibberish.
That very same pad is slammed down against a desk the notes and a few
bloodstains give it all a more eerie feel. He stands before him with his
orange moustache twitching under his nose, a smirk across his face at the
findings.
"I found out something very interesting. More than what we could imagine."
"Erom deen I..."
"But this is all I can find so far. Zanth is very resistant, he wont show
anything!"
"Yaw eht ni si rethguad ruoy..."
The person sitting the other side leans forwards, his entire appearance
hidden beneath the robes. A large heavy cloak from his head to his toe
cover him, draped in a bright purple golden symbols sewed into the sleeves
and hood. The very whisper of his voice strikes down fear as he rises,
slamming his hand down against the desk.
"Stop that and show me some sense." Gerald demands.
"You'll understand why I speak like it one day..."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"You know what its like to dream?" The robed figure whispers.
"Yes..."
"When you dream... that part of your brain sees the speech as the oppo..."
"I don't care, I did as you asked and he could be ready if it goes well."
"Don't you dare EVER interrupt me again..." The figure bellows in his ear. "I
gave this to you, its much more advanced than your Shadow research... I only
asked for one thing in return... now get out of my sight."
Gerald huffs, swinging his pad back under his arm and swiftly walking from
the poorly lit room. The figure sits back into his chair and folds his
arms, his face under the robes concealed in darkness. Each golden symbol
represents a pain in his life a pain always carried within him.
"Su fo snwap... wodahs, htnaz."
Chapter 3: To Unlock a Mystery.
Entry 4.
"Creature A1.2 has so far reacted badly against Shadow 2.0. A constant
bickering between them which I can't decide is whose fault. I have noticed
Shadow to be the dark type in this family, but I can't understand why he
would harass A1.2 or as my granddaughter has named it... 'Zanth' a warrior of
spirit from her favourite book I once read her. Zanth has shown no
abilities that I have expected thus far and I am increasingly worried about
the experiments we undertake... by we I mean... no I can't say yet. But his
speech slowly improves from waking so early.
Argh, the constant eye over my shoulder from GUN is a massive distraction
from my work, and my family. The Commander is making more and more surprise
visits each and every day, I can't help but feel he may be noticing the
experiments I'm running."
- Recorded Voice log of Dr Gerald Robotnik, Space Colony Ark.
A dark haired man leans back in his chair with a small grin spread across
his face, tapping the advanced laser rifle in the palm of his hand, the
glint of his brown eyes shimmers against the light of the stars. Running
his hand down the light greyish uniform fixing the medals against his chest
he slowly turns in his chair twiddling his thumbs together neatly. The tag
above his breast pocket reads the following. 'Commander Draconis. GUN.'
"Bad move Doctor..." He whispers silently.
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************
"Very good Shadow."
The darkened Hedgehog crunches his fist against a large steel wall, the
counter above it ticks away as more force is pressured against it. The
gleam in Gerald's eye is that of joy seeing his experiment turn to a
success. The constant sound of a scribbling pen and paper while muttering
under his breath has became one of his well-known habits aboard this
colony.
"I wish I could prove more to you professor."
"You've proved more than enough Shadow, this is excellent progress."
Yet silently amongst the tubes and glasses of boiling liquids, lurks the
creature without a reason of life. Constantly peering over the tables as
his curiosity kicks in like that of a feline, the glow in his eyes causes
hiding within the darkness a difficult fight.
"Zanth, stop fooling around, its your turn."
Slowly drifting past, his tail drags behind him while his ears flopped and
his head lowered. He sighs while staring up at his creator, trying to catch
a look into his eyes behind the dark spectacles. Shadow stands panting
while cracking his knuckles slowly within his hand. His glare fixed on
Zanth, that glare filled with so much hate for little reasons. A hate to be
better than his brother.
"Do... does Sha... Shad... Shadow have t... t... to watch me?"
"Yes." Gerald mutters angrily. "Now get on with it."
Grunting under his breath, Zanth presses his hands against the wall, his
feet firmly locked with the ground and begins to push with all his might.
The counter begins to tick as the pressure increases slowly crawling as far
as it can reach before slowly dropping once again. The white feline begins
to slide down the wall gasping for his breath, bringing him to his knees
within an instant.
"Hm, very disappointing. Wouldn't you agree professor?" Shadow smirks.
"Yes I would, what your ability is Zanth I am yet to see it.
Slamming down his pad to the floor, he abruptly rushes from the room
shouting down the halls about the time he has wasted. Zanth's ears picking
up at the insults directed at him he staggers back to his feet with his
tail swinging wildly behind him. Shadow stands up to him, breathing down
his neck he whispers into his ear.
"Well, if he doesn't like you he might get rid of you. No one here does
like you anyway."
Zanth's eyes light up with shock, he turns to face Shadow staring into
those cold eyes with fear at his very words.
"N... N... No... Maria is n... ni... nice t... m... me."
"Maria is nice to me as well, but only because she pity's you the same way
I do." He smirks with a selfish tone.
"L... Li... Lia... L... "
"Look at you, you can't even talk to me without spluttering. What are you
anyway?"
Shadow raises his hand, slapping Zanth across his face with a loud crack.
The feline holds his bruised face with a tear in his eyes and backs away
hiding his face from the darkened hedgehog. His glare piercing him with
each passing second, a swirling emotion inside of Zanth stirs with the
seconds. Feeling something inside of him bellowing to be broken loose,
screaming at him to break free and unleash his madness, his teeth grit
together and his hand opens towards Shadow. A sudden wave of force pins
Shadow against the steel wall, the counter speeds away rising faster than
the eye can see. Zanth's eyes lock on Shadow, not one finger laid upon him
but his very mind. The force of the power holds the Hedgehog down, each new
movement brings more pressure down on him, managing to catch Zanth's eyes
he sees the hint of madness under the sharp glow of his power.
"What is this?.. let... me go... you... bas...tard..."
With a loud sigh, his power fades and Shadow drops to the floor now gasping
for his breath under the struggle. Zanth stands looking into the palm of
his hand, searching for the answer of what just happened. Questing himself
time and time again he slowly trails from the room with a look of shock.
Shadow daring to peer up from his knee's whispers... "Dam you."
A small camera watches over the incident, sitting the other side he still
yet continues to scribble against another pad the event just witnessed. A
huge smile shows his stained teeth.
"So this is your power Zanth." He laughs.
"Wh... What... is?" A small voice echoes.
Spinning around standing at the doorway, the feline struggles to stay on
his own feet as his tail slams down against the floor he is soon to follow
with a small thud. His head bouncing from the floor on impact. Gerald runs
to his side in concern of his specimen, lifting his head and feeling for a
pulse he sighs with relief.
"Looks like it took a lot out of you. Seems Shadow caused this, I wonder
how you would react face to face with him? Hmmm... I have an idea, but first
lets check you out."
Pulling a small syringe from his lab coat, he pierces the lid of a small
bottle concealed within his hand. Filling it with a green liquid he feels
with his finger along the organic tube leading from the back of Zanth's
head down between his shoulder, piercing this second 'neck' of his
injecting a substance into his nerves.
"I don't want you to wake up just yet..." Gerald puts on an evil grin and
drags his experiment over to the table. Shoving his hands under a small tap
he coats his hands in a disinfectant, then slides on a pair of white gloves
while strapping a mask around his face. Pulling out a small sharp scalpel
he slowly aims it down the front of Zanth's skull stopping just between his
eyes, shaking his head and rolling Zanth to his front. His arms hang from
the table while Gerald begins to split open the tube travelling from his
head. The blood seeps down his face dripping to the floor. Examining each
and every nerve crammed inside Gerald makes sure to note what he sees
within this creature, the very power travels through him.
"From what I can see Zanth, looks like all these nerves supply power to
something...I'll have to look further. But now lets sew you back together, I
need you in top condition. I shouldn't operate in such crude conditions...
but if you die I'll create a replacement."
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************
"Tog uoy evah thaw?" A low voice speaks gibberish.
That very same pad is slammed down against a desk the notes and a few
bloodstains give it all a more eerie feel. He stands before him with his
orange moustache twitching under his nose, a smirk across his face at the
findings.
"I found out something very interesting. More than what we could imagine."
"Erom deen I..."
"But this is all I can find so far. Zanth is very resistant, he wont show
anything!"
"Yaw eht ni si rethguad ruoy..."
The person sitting the other side leans forwards, his entire appearance
hidden beneath the robes. A large heavy cloak from his head to his toe
cover him, draped in a bright purple golden symbols sewed into the sleeves
and hood. The very whisper of his voice strikes down fear as he rises,
slamming his hand down against the desk.
"Stop that and show me some sense." Gerald demands.
"You'll understand why I speak like it one day..."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"You know what its like to dream?" The robed figure whispers.
"Yes..."
"When you dream... that part of your brain sees the speech as the oppo..."
"I don't care, I did as you asked and he could be ready if it goes well."
"Don't you dare EVER interrupt me again..." The figure bellows in his ear. "I
gave this to you, its much more advanced than your Shadow research... I only
asked for one thing in return... now get out of my sight."
Gerald huffs, swinging his pad back under his arm and swiftly walking from
the poorly lit room. The figure sits back into his chair and folds his
arms, his face under the robes concealed in darkness. Each golden symbol
represents a pain in his life a pain always carried within him.
"Su fo snwap... wodahs, htnaz."