Chapter 1 Sparx
Author's Note: I was going to wait a while to put this up, but oh well. If you didn't read A Loss and A gain or More Than Meets The Eye, then I suggest you do. If you don't want to, then you need to know the following things.
1) Knuckles is married to Rouge and the have two four-year-old kids, Rocky (boy) and Kninal (girl)
2) Knuckles father was killed in a car crash when Knuckles was 19. He named his son after his father. (His father's name is James Rocky; his son's name is Rocky James)
3) Frankie is a hedgehog who lives in Knuckles's house. His parents were killed in a fire.
4) Knuckles isn't guardian of the Master Emerald anymore. His older brother, Spike, is.
Ok, I think that's it. If there's anything you don't understand, tell me and I'll explain it.
Disclaimer: I own Jamie, Sparx, Frankie Rocky, and Kninal.
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Knuckles slept peacefully one Saturday night, enjoying that he had the whole bed to himself. One of the kids had had a bad dream, and it was Rouge's turn to sleep in their room.
But suddenly, his peace was disturbed. His peaceful dream about lying on Angel Island with the sun shining down turned into a horrible nightmare about the day his father died.
He tossed and turned in his sleep, trying to erase the dream. Why was he remembering this now?
"Knuckles, Knuckles!" he heard a distant voice saying as he slowly awoke.
"Knuckles! Wake up!" the voice pressed on.
Knuckles awoke, half surprised that he was in his room and not the hospital.
"Knuckles, please!"
"Frankie?" Knuckles asked rubbing sleep from his eyes. He knew it wasn't Rouge. The voice wasn't feminine.
"No, Knuckles."
Knuckles lifted his head from the pillow to see who was calling his name. There, in his bedroom, stood an echidna who he had never seen before. He was black and had bright yellow stripes, and a yellow star on his chest. He had a silver aura glowing around him. His arms were crossed, and he was staring at Knuckles.
"Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?" Knuckles asked accusingly. Usually, Knuckles would attack a guy like this, but he was still half-asleep.
"My name is Sparx," the echidna replied simply.
"Well that explains a lot," Knuckles said sarcastically, "I still don't have a clue who you are!"
"Let me explain further. I am the echidna who killed your father."
The words stung in Knuckles mind. This echidna killed his father? But how? "That's impossible," he replied, "My father died in a car crash."
Sparx nodded, "I was the one in the car that went through the red light. I had it all planned out, pretty genius don't you think?"
Knuckles was fuming. How could this guy stand here and talk like this? How could he admit that he had murdered someone and have no shame? "Why you," Knuckles muttered, getting up from his bed, "You murderer!" he shouted.
He threw a punch at Sparx, but was knocked back by a strange force and thrown into a wall. "Ow," he muttered, getting up and rubbing his head. He was confused. That echidna hadn't even moved a finger! "How, did you do that?" he asked.
Sparx chuckled a bit. Now Knuckles was really confused. How could he admit to a murder, then laugh about it?
"You didn't think a normal person could kill James, did you?" Sparx replied.
Knuckles didn't get it. "Huh?"
Sparx gave him an odd look. "You know, James," he said, "Your father, the demon?"
"What do you mean when you say, demon?"
Sparx sighed, "You haven't got a clue what I'm talking about, do you?"
Knuckles rolled his eyes, "Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!"
Sparx glared at Knuckles. "This is no time for sarcasm, Knuckles. This is a serious matter, and now it's going to take even longer because I have to explain everything!"
"Explain what?"
"Everything! Your family legacy, your father being a demon, your mission-"
Knuckles cut him off. "Hold up buddy. What family legacy, what mission, and why do you keep calling my father a demon?!"
Sparx sighed. "I guess I'll start with explaining the family legacy..." he muttered. "You see, your family had a mission they believed was necessary to fulfill. Their mission was to eliminate the weak. They believed that if the weak remained in the world, they would breed and have weak young, and soon the entire population would be weak and die out. So, if they eliminated the weak, only the strong would be left, and they would have strong young. Their mission was to kill the weak."
Knuckles was speechless for a second. "My father was a murderer?"
Sparx nodded. "he killed about twenty people a year. Some of which you may know."
"Like who?"
"You're mother for instance."
Knuckles was stunned. "No, you're lying, My mother walked out on my father!"
Sparx shook his head. "That's what he led you to believe. He never did talk about her much did he?"
Knuckles was silent. He wasn't even about to ask how this guy knew so much about his father.
"He also killed your pal Frankie's parents."
Knuckles shook his head, "They died in a fire!"
"Who do you think set it aflame?"
Knuckles was to sickened to talk about more people that his father killed. He wasn't even sure if Sparx was telling the truth. "So, what's this about him being a demon?"
"Well, he was."
"Well, does that make me a demon too?" Knuckles asked, "A demon's son?"
"Sparx shook his head. "You're father wasn't born a demon," he explained, "Passed down through the family was a medallion, called, 'The Demon's Metal.' Whenever someone was designated to continue the legacy, they were given the medallion. When they put it on around their neck, they would be granted supernatural powers."
"What kind of powers?"
"Oh, you know, powers of teleportation, fire, electricity, you name it."
Knuckles shook his head. Part of him didn't believe Sparx, and part of him was fuming mad at his father. "I don't believe you. Why should I believe you when I know you for ten minute, and I know my father for 19 years?"
Sparx shrugged, "Very well then. You could believe me and follow your destiny by joining me on this quest. Or you could believe you father and watch your world crash down on you. The choice is yours."
Knuckles really wanted Sparx to be lying, but something in the back of his head told him he wasn't. "All right, I'll go, but we have to make one stop first."
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Knuckles stood in front of his father's tombstone, angry.
"Hey, Dad, you happy down there with all your secrets?" Knuckles asked, "I wonder how many of the people in this cemetery were killed by you? Well you know something, Dad? I hate you! I'm glad your dead! How could you keep something like this from me?"
Knuckles picked up a handful of rocks and looked at the tombstone. It read the following.
He was a good friend,
a good father,
and a good person all together.
He won't easily be forgotten.
James Rocky Echidna.
Knuckles gritted his teeth. "He was a bad friend," he muttered, throwing one rock, "a bad father," throwing another rock, "and a bad person all together," throwing a third rock. Knuckles was silent for a second. :I wish I could forget him," he whispered, throwing a fourth rock. "Take that James Rocky Echidna! I grieved for you, I named my son after you, and now I find out you were a murderer? I wish I would have known that before you died! It would have saved me a lot of grieving!" With that, he threw the final rock.
Sparx walked up behind him and sighed. "Are you quite finished Knuckles? We have better things to do than to yell at your father's grave!"
Knuckles sighed, and spat on his the grave, kicking dirt on it. "Yeah, I'm finished."
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Well, there's chapter one. Don't expect an update any time in the next week, because I'm going on vacation! So this won't be updated until next Saturday or Sunday. Sorry! Please review though, because reviewers get cupcakes! Bu bye now.