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Chapter 36
Hell and Back Again
So this is what death felt like…
Weight pushed down on Blade as if he were being crushed on all sides. Was he underwater or something? Open your eyes, man. Look and see where you are. See what Heaven was truly made of. Or was he in Hell? Open your eyes…
The left eye cracked open just a bit. It zipped up, down, left, right, and finally returned to its original position. It was pure blackness. He must be in hell. This is what he got for trying to get his family and friends back? Ugh…Get the other one open. Check things out. Open!
There we go.
Still black.
Wait…a hint of blue? Move you head.
"Ow," he hissed as he tried to turn his head. His neck was incredibly stiff. He moved it around a little more. What was that, in the upper right corner of his eye? A flash of…red?
"Umf…"
Now for the arms. Wiggle, also stiff…
Something was weighing them down. Was it the red thing?
Legs. Gotta slip out of this little space
Push! Push!
"Omf!"
His head rose higher. He couldn't see the red anymore, but there was a giant patch of purple. It was…furry. Hm…
"Big…?"
No answer.
How do you get him up?
Punch.
"Oww!"
"Big!" Blade hissed. "Is that you?"
"Wha?"
"Big!"
"Uh…where am I?" responded the voice dully.
Yep, definitely him.
"Why are you in hell?"
"Hell?"
"That's right, hell. We're dead, and it's not exactly bright and beautiful around here, so I'm assuming we're in hell. So what'd you do?"
"I don't think we're in hell, Mister…uh…"
"I'm Blade, you moron. Blade. I only told you a couple hundred times. And why do you think we're in heaven and not hell?"
"We're in heaven?" whispered another voice.
Huh?
"Who's this?"
"It's Amy!"
"Amy? Now what did you do?"
"We're not in heaven!" she insisted.
"Of course we aren't," a third voice grumbled, "you're still here."
"Who was that?" she murmured.
"It's the big, bad, scary devil," Mighty's voice responded from somewhere in the area.
"Well you're just asking for an ass-kicking now."
"Will you two shut up?" Blade cried. "Where's the fox?"
"I don't think he's awake yet, Mister…uh…"
"Blade!"
"Yeah…Mr. Blade. I don't think he's awake yet."
"It's a she, you idiot," joked Mighty.
"Y'know, for a time like this, you're still a real-" Blade began.
"Wait!" shouted Amy. "I don't think we're in heaven!"
"I told you," said Blade, "we're-"
"Not in hell, either," she retorted. "I don't think we're dead."
"What? How could we have survived that…thing?"
"Look! We're still in the car!"
"I'd love to look, but Mr. Big, Fat, and Stupid is still flattening me."
"Oh!" shouted Big. "Mr. Big Fat and Stupid, could you please get off of Mr.….er…"
"Shut up and get off me, Big."
"Okay, sorry."
"You're not welcome, but I'll live with it for now."
A huge mass slowly lifted off of Blade. He could lift his arms again. He sat up and realized he was still in…
"The captain's seat."
"What about it?" asked Mighty.
"Uh…never mind. It's just that…Amy was right, we're still in the car."
"We're alive!" she cheered.
"Maybe they brought the car down to Hell with us, maybe it's just a-"
"Blade, shut up!" she groaned. "We're not dead! Do you want to be in hell or something?"
"In a way…"
"Don't answer that. But how…how did we live?"
"I think the answer's back here," explained Mighty.
"Huh?" the awake members said simultaneously.
"Ugh…what happened…?" Tails groaned.
"Sleeping Beauty arises. Welcome back to life," Mighty chuckled.
"What?"
"Check this out. You'll never believe this."
The four joined Mighty looking over the backseat into the trunk.
Metal Sonic's head, eyes bright red and glowing, was sparking as a black and blue shield slowly grew smaller and smaller as it swirled around him.
"Metal…" Tails whispered.
RaGiff couldn't remember the last time he had cried so much. If he had to take a guess, it was when he found out, as a child, that Milli Vanilli were frauds.
"Aw…Leo…" More sobbing.
Beeping came from the computer in front of him. Maybe it was the hedgehog again. Maybe he'd actually listen to him this time.
"What?" he grumbled.
"Are you Mr. RaGiff Griffin?" asked a very professional sounding voice.
"Who're you?" RaGiff responded.
"My name is Doctor Ivo Eggman."
Eggman!
"What…what did you do to my friends?"
"I don't believe I know what you're talking about-"
"Like hell ya don't. What did you do to Le…Blade?"
"I don't know anyone named 'Blade.' However, I do have some news that should interest you Mr. Griffin…"
"I want you, Eggman. Me and you, one on one, let's settle this, a battle of wits-"
"Oh, will you quit being so serious RaGiff?" answered a much more familiar voice.
What???
RaGiff pounded the button to bring up a visual. A brown haired man stared back, waving and smiling.
"C'mon, I have the worst impersonations on earth and you still fell for it."
"Wha…wha…wha…"
"Let's just say we've been to hell and back," Blade explained. "Gotta run. Call ya later." Cut off.
How did he…
"Awnaw!" he cried joyfully.
Another buzz. He flicked it on.
"Yeah?"
"Alright, Mr. Drama King," Sonic's voice responded. "What was so important you had to get it in earlier when I was about to die?"
Oh yeah…
"Well…uh…"
"Spill it, man!"
"Er…just…wanted to say…uh…everything's cool. Good luck with Eggman."
Dead silence on the other end.
"Just a quick question Ragweed.""RaGiff."
"Whatever."
"What's the question?"
"Are you goin' nuts up there in that computer booth of yours?" "Nope, that happened a while ago. I'm completely insane now."
"Good, just double checking."
Cut-off.
God, RaGiff could be a real pest sometimes, Sonic thought.
Now to get through this door. There was a large steel door with red liquid flowing through the center tube. Maybe if he broke it…
He threw a punch.
"OW!" Glass really does hurt. Now what exactly was this stuff? He dipped his foot into it, expecting a severe burn…
Hey, nothing! He lifted his foot out. No apparent damage…What was this? Tails would know… Oh yeah-if he ever found that little fox, he'd tear him to shreds, or drown him in the red liquid. Anyway, back to business.
Now how to open the door? RaGiff would know, right?
Buzz.
No one.
Buzz.
Nothing. Buzz.
Where the hell was that guy?
Sanders handled the puck behind his own net. He passed to Clark off the boards, as he cut across center ice…
"RAGIFF!"
"WHAT?"
"Will you quit paying attention to the damn hockey game?"
"How'd you know it was a hockey game?'
"I can hear you cheering about it through the link."
"'k, 'k, whaddaya want?"
"A way to get into the base."
"That thing? And you're gonna try to get into it single-handedly? That's almost funny."
"Then how am I gonna get in?"
RaGiff smiled.
"I have a friend of mine who could be able to help you."
Chapter 36
Hell and Back Again
So this is what death felt like…
Weight pushed down on Blade as if he were being crushed on all sides. Was he underwater or something? Open your eyes, man. Look and see where you are. See what Heaven was truly made of. Or was he in Hell? Open your eyes…
The left eye cracked open just a bit. It zipped up, down, left, right, and finally returned to its original position. It was pure blackness. He must be in hell. This is what he got for trying to get his family and friends back? Ugh…Get the other one open. Check things out. Open!
There we go.
Still black.
Wait…a hint of blue? Move you head.
"Ow," he hissed as he tried to turn his head. His neck was incredibly stiff. He moved it around a little more. What was that, in the upper right corner of his eye? A flash of…red?
"Umf…"
Now for the arms. Wiggle, also stiff…
Something was weighing them down. Was it the red thing?
Legs. Gotta slip out of this little space
Push! Push!
"Omf!"
His head rose higher. He couldn't see the red anymore, but there was a giant patch of purple. It was…furry. Hm…
"Big…?"
No answer.
How do you get him up?
Punch.
"Oww!"
"Big!" Blade hissed. "Is that you?"
"Wha?"
"Big!"
"Uh…where am I?" responded the voice dully.
Yep, definitely him.
"Why are you in hell?"
"Hell?"
"That's right, hell. We're dead, and it's not exactly bright and beautiful around here, so I'm assuming we're in hell. So what'd you do?"
"I don't think we're in hell, Mister…uh…"
"I'm Blade, you moron. Blade. I only told you a couple hundred times. And why do you think we're in heaven and not hell?"
"We're in heaven?" whispered another voice.
Huh?
"Who's this?"
"It's Amy!"
"Amy? Now what did you do?"
"We're not in heaven!" she insisted.
"Of course we aren't," a third voice grumbled, "you're still here."
"Who was that?" she murmured.
"It's the big, bad, scary devil," Mighty's voice responded from somewhere in the area.
"Well you're just asking for an ass-kicking now."
"Will you two shut up?" Blade cried. "Where's the fox?"
"I don't think he's awake yet, Mister…uh…"
"Blade!"
"Yeah…Mr. Blade. I don't think he's awake yet."
"It's a she, you idiot," joked Mighty.
"Y'know, for a time like this, you're still a real-" Blade began.
"Wait!" shouted Amy. "I don't think we're in heaven!"
"I told you," said Blade, "we're-"
"Not in hell, either," she retorted. "I don't think we're dead."
"What? How could we have survived that…thing?"
"Look! We're still in the car!"
"I'd love to look, but Mr. Big, Fat, and Stupid is still flattening me."
"Oh!" shouted Big. "Mr. Big Fat and Stupid, could you please get off of Mr.….er…"
"Shut up and get off me, Big."
"Okay, sorry."
"You're not welcome, but I'll live with it for now."
A huge mass slowly lifted off of Blade. He could lift his arms again. He sat up and realized he was still in…
"The captain's seat."
"What about it?" asked Mighty.
"Uh…never mind. It's just that…Amy was right, we're still in the car."
"We're alive!" she cheered.
"Maybe they brought the car down to Hell with us, maybe it's just a-"
"Blade, shut up!" she groaned. "We're not dead! Do you want to be in hell or something?"
"In a way…"
"Don't answer that. But how…how did we live?"
"I think the answer's back here," explained Mighty.
"Huh?" the awake members said simultaneously.
"Ugh…what happened…?" Tails groaned.
"Sleeping Beauty arises. Welcome back to life," Mighty chuckled.
"What?"
"Check this out. You'll never believe this."
The four joined Mighty looking over the backseat into the trunk.
Metal Sonic's head, eyes bright red and glowing, was sparking as a black and blue shield slowly grew smaller and smaller as it swirled around him.
"Metal…" Tails whispered.
RaGiff couldn't remember the last time he had cried so much. If he had to take a guess, it was when he found out, as a child, that Milli Vanilli were frauds.
"Aw…Leo…" More sobbing.
Beeping came from the computer in front of him. Maybe it was the hedgehog again. Maybe he'd actually listen to him this time.
"What?" he grumbled.
"Are you Mr. RaGiff Griffin?" asked a very professional sounding voice.
"Who're you?" RaGiff responded.
"My name is Doctor Ivo Eggman."
Eggman!
"What…what did you do to my friends?"
"I don't believe I know what you're talking about-"
"Like hell ya don't. What did you do to Le…Blade?"
"I don't know anyone named 'Blade.' However, I do have some news that should interest you Mr. Griffin…"
"I want you, Eggman. Me and you, one on one, let's settle this, a battle of wits-"
"Oh, will you quit being so serious RaGiff?" answered a much more familiar voice.
What???
RaGiff pounded the button to bring up a visual. A brown haired man stared back, waving and smiling.
"C'mon, I have the worst impersonations on earth and you still fell for it."
"Wha…wha…wha…"
"Let's just say we've been to hell and back," Blade explained. "Gotta run. Call ya later." Cut off.
How did he…
"Awnaw!" he cried joyfully.
Another buzz. He flicked it on.
"Yeah?"
"Alright, Mr. Drama King," Sonic's voice responded. "What was so important you had to get it in earlier when I was about to die?"
Oh yeah…
"Well…uh…"
"Spill it, man!"
"Er…just…wanted to say…uh…everything's cool. Good luck with Eggman."
Dead silence on the other end.
"Just a quick question Ragweed.""RaGiff."
"Whatever."
"What's the question?"
"Are you goin' nuts up there in that computer booth of yours?" "Nope, that happened a while ago. I'm completely insane now."
"Good, just double checking."
Cut-off.
God, RaGiff could be a real pest sometimes, Sonic thought.
Now to get through this door. There was a large steel door with red liquid flowing through the center tube. Maybe if he broke it…
He threw a punch.
"OW!" Glass really does hurt. Now what exactly was this stuff? He dipped his foot into it, expecting a severe burn…
Hey, nothing! He lifted his foot out. No apparent damage…What was this? Tails would know… Oh yeah-if he ever found that little fox, he'd tear him to shreds, or drown him in the red liquid. Anyway, back to business.
Now how to open the door? RaGiff would know, right?
Buzz.
No one.
Buzz.
Nothing. Buzz.
Where the hell was that guy?
Sanders handled the puck behind his own net. He passed to Clark off the boards, as he cut across center ice…
"RAGIFF!"
"WHAT?"
"Will you quit paying attention to the damn hockey game?"
"How'd you know it was a hockey game?'
"I can hear you cheering about it through the link."
"'k, 'k, whaddaya want?"
"A way to get into the base."
"That thing? And you're gonna try to get into it single-handedly? That's almost funny."
"Then how am I gonna get in?"
RaGiff smiled.
"I have a friend of mine who could be able to help you."