As the Eggman Watches
Chapter 1:
The mysterious figure in his dark cloak quietly stepped into a slum. It was very quiet, dirty, and horribly rainy. But that didn't stop him. He purposely walked forward searching for somewhere, but he finally stopped near an alleyway,
"I'm in," he said. You could see his outline, he was an echidna, but who was he? He took out a gun, set off the safety, and then went head on the alleyway and called: "I am Constable Remington! You are under arrest for drug-dealing and the murder of Mary-Dae!" he held out his gun, and slowly, a black weasel stepped out slyly,
"Ah, Constable Remington. What brings you here? And what about this drug dealing? Murder? Why, that's not even half of what I've done." he said in his sleekest voice, Remington just shook his head,
"Make one move, and I'll shoot." but the weasel just grinned,
"I'll take that as a challenge." and with a flash of lightning, Remington just saw a green flash, and then there was no one,
"Wha? What trick is this? Where are you?" he looked deeper in the dark, forbidding alleyway, but there was no one, "That green light. . . what did he do?" he stepped out, and came face to face with a giant machine, with giant arms and small, stubby legs. In the chest was a window, but the rain and the darkness only allowed Remington to see the outline of a man. . .
"Well well well! Constable Remington. What a pleasant surprise. I see that you've already met my agent, Snatch." Remington stared up; he suddenly knew it must be Eggman,
"Doctor Eggman! You are under arrest for roboticizing innocent mobians, selling illegal drugs, murder, and trying to take over the world!" Remington didn't cower, the fact that Eggman was here just spiced things up,
"You aren't afraid of me? You obviously don't know about these drugs. They have the power to destroy an entire lung in less than thirty seconds. And don't get all mad about what I had Snatch do, Mary-Dae was only an obstacle in his way. Anyways, I don't find any need for you anymore. You seem like a very suitable robot. Tall, muscular and all. Swat-bots! Attack! But don't kill him! I want him alive!" out of the machine came fifteen robots. Now it was Remington's turn to grin,
"Let's do this then." he took out his gun, and took off his hat, reveling his sleek and wet black hair, quickly, he allowed his fingers to get trigger happy, and made quick process, "Ten, nine, six. . ."
While bursting through bots, he began thinking, for no particular reason, of her. And in his mind he remembered the shot. That gunshot changed his life forever. With this in his brain, he began shooting like no tomorrow, but when the remaining 2 swat-bots lunged, he felt a sharp pain and immediately set destruction out of rage.
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In his apartment, Remington walked slowly to his bedroom. His arm ached from a harsh punch by the final swat-bot. He didn't have enough strength to put on pajamas, so he just took a shower, brushed his teeth, and fell onto his bed. It was a bad idea remembering her. Every time he thought about her, he couldn't stop. He only had ten days with her after their marriage. Then-that stupid dingo shot her. They were at the swimming pool, enjoying their time together, when Remington wanted to show her how long he could hold his breath, and went under. While under, he heard a shot, and came back up quickly. She lay dead on the side of the pool, and Remington saw a dingo quickly run away. The sight of her dead haunted him for ages, which led him to isolation and his own drug abuse. Yes, without his boss knowing, he injected a substance that would calm him down. It wasn't very bad for him; it was just improper for a man of such important taking such insolent medicine. But tonight, he forgot about it, and decided to sleep,
"Komi-Ko. . ."