Cody's eyes began to gleam as his face brightened. Sonic really was a
hero! Especially the kind that would do anything for you.
But Cody had other things to say.
"Sonic! Sonic! Guess what?!" Cody almost screamed with excitement.
"What?" Sonic replied, still sipping his hot chocolate. Mrs. Anderson made good hot chocolate, but it wasn't better than Sally's Choco-Delux Chocolate Winter Drink.
Cody threw off his backpack and dug through it like a mole, looking for something. He eventually brought out a brown paper bag, and held it up. "This!" Cody called.
Sonic sighed. "What's 'this'?" he asked.
Cody's smiled grew broader for a minute, and Sonic could swear it turned sly. "Open it!" Cody dared.
Sonic sighed and opened the bag. Inside was a crudely drawn but cute drawing of him, Cody and Tails holding hands under a big yellow sun, a bag full of blue and orange cookies (Sonic couldn't tell what the shapes were because of all the frosting), and a small, hand stitched doll of his hedgehog self. Attached to the doll was a note that said, "For a hero that's out of this world! -Ms. Rayne"
Sonic didn't know what to say. All these gifts had a lot of work put into them, and all for him. Sonic turned away from Cody before he started crying.
"What's wrong?" Cody asked. "Are you crying? Best-est heroes don't cry, do they?"
"Some do," Sonic choked. This wasn't the first time. Of course, when it was at home, he made sure no one could see him, but he did cry.
Cody crawled into Sonic's lap and snuggled up the best he could. "You like the presents, right?" he asked.
Sonic smiled. "Love 'em!" he said quietly, hugging the kid as hard as he could.
Outside the window.
"The boss is gonna love this tape!" a mysterious man said as he balanced his pocket-sized camera on the window sill. All he needed was a few more minutes of footage and then he'd be off.
The man watched as Mrs. Anderson and her littlest son Carl walk into the room as well. They all started a happy conversation as the person who claims he's Sonic the Hedgehog in human form (with pretty solid evidence) also started holding Carl as well. The man could tell Serin (maybe Sonic) was deeply attached to this family.
Packing up the camera and stuffing it into his pocket, he hit a button on his watch, causing a car to beep twice down the block. He quickly made his way to the car, being careful to look casual in case he was seen.
After he was in his car, he drove for a long time, listening to classical music and the History Channel on radio if he needed to switch stations, and finally came to a very large corporate building. Parking his car in a special place (reserved for him), he went inside and up the elevator to the top floor. There he greeted his boss.
"Sir," he said, "I'm back from my mission."
"Good. Good, Mr. Snively. I trust you did well?" came a deep, almost metallic voice from behind a large chair and desk, put in front of a bright window for effect.
"Yes, sir," Mr. Snively replied. "I got the footage you wanted. I got it in good light, too. It actually isn't-"
"Enough! Leave the tape and go to your office until called. And get something to eat on the way; You don't know how long it might be."
"Yes sir," Mr. Snively said, bowing as he left the room.
The big man chuckled from behind the chair. Soon, very soon, he will have his revenge. In this world, or the next, it didn't matter. He will have it!
"Revenge is close at hand, brother. Revenge is close at hand!"
But Cody had other things to say.
"Sonic! Sonic! Guess what?!" Cody almost screamed with excitement.
"What?" Sonic replied, still sipping his hot chocolate. Mrs. Anderson made good hot chocolate, but it wasn't better than Sally's Choco-Delux Chocolate Winter Drink.
Cody threw off his backpack and dug through it like a mole, looking for something. He eventually brought out a brown paper bag, and held it up. "This!" Cody called.
Sonic sighed. "What's 'this'?" he asked.
Cody's smiled grew broader for a minute, and Sonic could swear it turned sly. "Open it!" Cody dared.
Sonic sighed and opened the bag. Inside was a crudely drawn but cute drawing of him, Cody and Tails holding hands under a big yellow sun, a bag full of blue and orange cookies (Sonic couldn't tell what the shapes were because of all the frosting), and a small, hand stitched doll of his hedgehog self. Attached to the doll was a note that said, "For a hero that's out of this world! -Ms. Rayne"
Sonic didn't know what to say. All these gifts had a lot of work put into them, and all for him. Sonic turned away from Cody before he started crying.
"What's wrong?" Cody asked. "Are you crying? Best-est heroes don't cry, do they?"
"Some do," Sonic choked. This wasn't the first time. Of course, when it was at home, he made sure no one could see him, but he did cry.
Cody crawled into Sonic's lap and snuggled up the best he could. "You like the presents, right?" he asked.
Sonic smiled. "Love 'em!" he said quietly, hugging the kid as hard as he could.
Outside the window.
"The boss is gonna love this tape!" a mysterious man said as he balanced his pocket-sized camera on the window sill. All he needed was a few more minutes of footage and then he'd be off.
The man watched as Mrs. Anderson and her littlest son Carl walk into the room as well. They all started a happy conversation as the person who claims he's Sonic the Hedgehog in human form (with pretty solid evidence) also started holding Carl as well. The man could tell Serin (maybe Sonic) was deeply attached to this family.
Packing up the camera and stuffing it into his pocket, he hit a button on his watch, causing a car to beep twice down the block. He quickly made his way to the car, being careful to look casual in case he was seen.
After he was in his car, he drove for a long time, listening to classical music and the History Channel on radio if he needed to switch stations, and finally came to a very large corporate building. Parking his car in a special place (reserved for him), he went inside and up the elevator to the top floor. There he greeted his boss.
"Sir," he said, "I'm back from my mission."
"Good. Good, Mr. Snively. I trust you did well?" came a deep, almost metallic voice from behind a large chair and desk, put in front of a bright window for effect.
"Yes, sir," Mr. Snively replied. "I got the footage you wanted. I got it in good light, too. It actually isn't-"
"Enough! Leave the tape and go to your office until called. And get something to eat on the way; You don't know how long it might be."
"Yes sir," Mr. Snively said, bowing as he left the room.
The big man chuckled from behind the chair. Soon, very soon, he will have his revenge. In this world, or the next, it didn't matter. He will have it!
"Revenge is close at hand, brother. Revenge is close at hand!"