Chapter 2: Questions
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, and sorry for the long update wait but I was on vacation.
To The Great Critic II: You were the first person to catch that, congratulations! I do know of Knuckles father, but I unfortunately know nothing about him. Because of this, I used a fan character so I wouldn't make Locke OOC. Sorry if that confused anyone else.
Disclaimer: SEGA owns their people, I own mine.
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Knuckles and Sparx walked away from the cemetery, towards an area of Angel Island that Knuckles wasn't familiar with. Sparx whistled casually as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"So, Sparx, if you were the guy in the car, then how come you weren't hurt or killed?" Knuckles asked, still not completely trusting of Sparx.
Sparx stopped whistling and sighed. "I was going to wait a while to tell you this, but since you asked, I will."
Knuckles nodded, signaling Sparx to continue.
"I'm not like most people Knuckles. I'm not sure if you could even call me a person, or an echidna for that matter."
"What do you mean?" Knuckles asked, confused.
"Do you like long stories?" Sparx asked.
"Sometimes."
"Well, this one's not very short.
"You see Knuckles, before you're father started with this legacy, we were best friends."
Knuckles was shocked. "You killed you're best friend?"
"He killed me first!" Sparx shot back defensively
Knuckles gave him a funny look. "What?"
Sparx sighed. "We were having a fight. I told him that I didn't support his mission, and that he should go against it.
"Then he said to me, 'Sparx you have two choices. Support my mission, or die trying to stop it.'"
"And you chose option number two?" Knuckles asked, only half believing the story.
Sparx nodded. "We got into this huge fistfight over it, it was awful. I ended up grabbing the demon's medallion from his neck and tossing it away. I don't know why, it was kind of a pointless thing to do.
"It did get your father pretty mad though. He grabbed the medallion before I could make another move. When he turned back around, I went to punch him, but it didn't work out so well. He punched me right here," Sparx said, pointing to the star on his chest; "He hit me with the hand holding the medallion."
Knuckles nodded. This story was getting interesting. Somehow, he could imagine his father doing this.
"The power from the medallion rain through me when he hit me. It was too much for me to take. The force made everything in my body shut down, even my breathing. Jamie assumed me dead, and left me to rot.
"But a few months later, things changed. Given the proper time, the medallion worked its magic, a brought life back to me. I was given all the powers, so I guess I'm considered a demon."
"Okay, so that explains the aura, and how you attacked me without touching me..."
Sparx nodded, "I'm sort of like a ghost."
The two kept walking. Knuckles wasn't sure of where they were going, but Sparx seemed to know the way.
"So, what's this mission thing about?"
"Please, Knuckles, one story at a time."
"Fine. Where are we going anyway?"
Sparx sighed; "You're just full of questions aren't you?"
Knuckles smirked, "This is the last one, I promise."
"We're going to my place; it's right over this hill. We're going to need a lot of strength for tomorrow."
"What's going on tomorrow?"
Sparx smiled. "I'd tell you, but you're out of questions." With that, he started to run up ahead, leaving Knuckles to follow.
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Sparx's "house" was not very classy. Then again, a ghost doesn't need anything very fancy. In fact, Knuckles couldn't figure out why a ghost would need a house at all. He would've asked, but he had already had his share of questions.
The place was a cave. It was cold and damp. Knuckles figured that Sparx probably couldn't feel the cold, so it didn't bother him. Sparx probably couldn't smell either, considering the odor was worse than Knuckles's shoes.
They walls were a cold gray color, and the dirt floor looked black. There was a blanket in the middle of the floor, which Sparx considered a bed.
"You can use it," he had told Knuckles, "I don't need anything to sleep on, I just like to pretend I'm still alive sometimes."
So Knuckles lied down on the "bed", but sleep did not come easily. Unanswered questions that he couldn't ask ran through his mind like a rat in amaze.
What was this mission that Sparx had told him about? Why all of a sudden did this whole legacy matter when he hadn't known about it for over twenty years? What was it about this demon's medallion? Why would Jamie keep something like this from him? Could he even trust Sparx at all?
He rolled over and shut his eyes. He missed Rouge, the kids, and Frankie, and wondered if he would ever see them again. Who could tell? His life was getting pretty strange.
He wished it was all a dream, he wished that he could just go home and lie in his own safe bed, in his own safe house where nothing ever went wrong, where things were always safe and normal.
Hey, it was about time Knuckles had to face reality.
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Okay, there's chapter two. Sorry that it's really short, but the next chapter will be longer, I p
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, and sorry for the long update wait but I was on vacation.
To The Great Critic II: You were the first person to catch that, congratulations! I do know of Knuckles father, but I unfortunately know nothing about him. Because of this, I used a fan character so I wouldn't make Locke OOC. Sorry if that confused anyone else.
Disclaimer: SEGA owns their people, I own mine.
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Knuckles and Sparx walked away from the cemetery, towards an area of Angel Island that Knuckles wasn't familiar with. Sparx whistled casually as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"So, Sparx, if you were the guy in the car, then how come you weren't hurt or killed?" Knuckles asked, still not completely trusting of Sparx.
Sparx stopped whistling and sighed. "I was going to wait a while to tell you this, but since you asked, I will."
Knuckles nodded, signaling Sparx to continue.
"I'm not like most people Knuckles. I'm not sure if you could even call me a person, or an echidna for that matter."
"What do you mean?" Knuckles asked, confused.
"Do you like long stories?" Sparx asked.
"Sometimes."
"Well, this one's not very short.
"You see Knuckles, before you're father started with this legacy, we were best friends."
Knuckles was shocked. "You killed you're best friend?"
"He killed me first!" Sparx shot back defensively
Knuckles gave him a funny look. "What?"
Sparx sighed. "We were having a fight. I told him that I didn't support his mission, and that he should go against it.
"Then he said to me, 'Sparx you have two choices. Support my mission, or die trying to stop it.'"
"And you chose option number two?" Knuckles asked, only half believing the story.
Sparx nodded. "We got into this huge fistfight over it, it was awful. I ended up grabbing the demon's medallion from his neck and tossing it away. I don't know why, it was kind of a pointless thing to do.
"It did get your father pretty mad though. He grabbed the medallion before I could make another move. When he turned back around, I went to punch him, but it didn't work out so well. He punched me right here," Sparx said, pointing to the star on his chest; "He hit me with the hand holding the medallion."
Knuckles nodded. This story was getting interesting. Somehow, he could imagine his father doing this.
"The power from the medallion rain through me when he hit me. It was too much for me to take. The force made everything in my body shut down, even my breathing. Jamie assumed me dead, and left me to rot.
"But a few months later, things changed. Given the proper time, the medallion worked its magic, a brought life back to me. I was given all the powers, so I guess I'm considered a demon."
"Okay, so that explains the aura, and how you attacked me without touching me..."
Sparx nodded, "I'm sort of like a ghost."
The two kept walking. Knuckles wasn't sure of where they were going, but Sparx seemed to know the way.
"So, what's this mission thing about?"
"Please, Knuckles, one story at a time."
"Fine. Where are we going anyway?"
Sparx sighed; "You're just full of questions aren't you?"
Knuckles smirked, "This is the last one, I promise."
"We're going to my place; it's right over this hill. We're going to need a lot of strength for tomorrow."
"What's going on tomorrow?"
Sparx smiled. "I'd tell you, but you're out of questions." With that, he started to run up ahead, leaving Knuckles to follow.
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Sparx's "house" was not very classy. Then again, a ghost doesn't need anything very fancy. In fact, Knuckles couldn't figure out why a ghost would need a house at all. He would've asked, but he had already had his share of questions.
The place was a cave. It was cold and damp. Knuckles figured that Sparx probably couldn't feel the cold, so it didn't bother him. Sparx probably couldn't smell either, considering the odor was worse than Knuckles's shoes.
They walls were a cold gray color, and the dirt floor looked black. There was a blanket in the middle of the floor, which Sparx considered a bed.
"You can use it," he had told Knuckles, "I don't need anything to sleep on, I just like to pretend I'm still alive sometimes."
So Knuckles lied down on the "bed", but sleep did not come easily. Unanswered questions that he couldn't ask ran through his mind like a rat in amaze.
What was this mission that Sparx had told him about? Why all of a sudden did this whole legacy matter when he hadn't known about it for over twenty years? What was it about this demon's medallion? Why would Jamie keep something like this from him? Could he even trust Sparx at all?
He rolled over and shut his eyes. He missed Rouge, the kids, and Frankie, and wondered if he would ever see them again. Who could tell? His life was getting pretty strange.
He wished it was all a dream, he wished that he could just go home and lie in his own safe bed, in his own safe house where nothing ever went wrong, where things were always safe and normal.
Hey, it was about time Knuckles had to face reality.
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Okay, there's chapter two. Sorry that it's really short, but the next chapter will be longer, I p