The red, pure chaos
Kir heard the sonic boom as he raced back towards 'The Camp'; he knew that the emerald was pushing Flare further and faster than he had ever been, he could now remember what Knuckles' father had told him during his emerald training.
He had been told that, as the green master controls them all, the green chaos emerald controls the other six and was the most ordered of them all, the least dangerous to use and usually the easiest. The red was the opposite, ruled by chaos, violent, destructive, harmful to its user, only the most skilled, or those attuned to it, could wield it.
He had to find where Flare had gone, that would be hard for he was heading towards 'The Camp' and Flare had been moving away faster than the speed of sound, he could use the camera-probe he had bought for the chaos drive, but the amount of chaos energy now around the island would fry it. He could search with his energy sense, but that would take to long…or he could for the emerald search using the green one!
Kir picked up the pace, he had to get home first, and he was standing in Mushroom Hill! He had a way to go, about 15 minutes jog, he was too tired to run or use the chaos shard, but he could jog fast enough.
He chided himself, he should have warned Flare before attempting to read the emerald, he should have been faster, he grunted at his argument, in that case he should have been faster in escaping the tomb with knuckles, he should have been faster in hitting the ship, there were should haves he should have done, but there was no point berating himself for what could have been.
Kir got back to 'The Camp' late that afternoon, only his will pushing him onwards into his hut, he had used more energy that he thought he had that day, he thought as he collapsed in exhaustion just inside his hut.
He came to later, he was lying in his hammock inside his hut, as he looked around he saw Miira slumped in a chair beside him, she was asleep. Kir looked outside and saw darkness and stars, he hoped Flare had found somewhere for the night, and wondered where he had ended up, he sighed and turned to Miira, picking her up from the chair and carrying her next door to her hut, Flare's words in his head, 'You could you know…' he looked down at Miira, wondering, he had known her all his childhood, he had been with her most of hers, but they had both been locked up in the Tomb for the years that they might have spent together seeing each other in that way, but she had always stirred feelings within him, he wondered what she thought of him, and again he reached the argument of how anyone could possibly love what he had become, and had she been experimented on? She didn't seem to display any of the traits the experiments produced.
He sighed, and gently placed Miira in her hammock, putting a blanket over her when a cold wind blew through the door, and, before he turned and left, kissed her forehead.
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Miira had looked into Kir's hut at lunch, but didn't see him; she hadn't seen him since the mail that morning. She sighed and returned to the pits to get some lunch and then went back into her hut for a bit before getting up, closing the door and pinning a note to it, she had decided to go for a walk in the forest and had left a message for Kir on her door.
She frowned as she left 'The Camp', Kir had promised to take her hiking up to the Ice Cap Mountains today but he had just disappeared, well, maybe she could ask him tomorrow. She thought about Kir, she had had a crush on him back before she was abducted by Mist, it amused her to see him blush when he called for her because he would get teased about it by the other boys, which is why he would usually only open up around Miira and Knuckles.
She had been terrified when Mist abducted her, but all she could remember after Kir trying to save her was being drugged, then blackness, then seeing a green Kir staring at her through the glass of the tube she was in. she still had a crush on Kir but he seemed to have closed up, maybe it was something to do with being under the creatures control and betraying them, or maybe it was to do with his powers of Mistform, she didn't know what it was but it stopped her getting to him, and she wanted to tell him her feelings, but she was scared, before she was scared that he would just run away, now she was scared that he might just clam up and not speak to her again.
Her walk had taken her around and back to 'The Camp' just before dinner. She didn't see Kir around the pits so got food for them both and walked over to his hut, almost tripping over his prone form on the floor.
She set aside the two plates and reached down to try and lift Kir off the floor, to her surprise she did, and carried him over to his hammock, putting him in it she pulled up a chair and sat, ate her dinner, and waited for Kir to wake up and tell her what had happened.
She fell asleep long before Kir awoke, and dreamed of a hike up Ice Cap with Kir, they talked all the way up, and when they reached the top Kir took Miira's hand and they flew from the top of the mountains beck to home, she dreamed that before he left, Kir gave her a kiss on the forehead, she yelled her love after him and he simply said "I know, so do I".
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Flare had been walking for the rest of the day and his energy began to slowly come back to him, his 'airspace' warmed up so he could breath comfortably, but it wasn't enough to allow him to skate. He had put four maybe five miles between himself and the giant area of glass he had created and had reached the outskirts of some ruins near the edge of the desert by nightfall and took shelter in a ruined house for the night.
He had come to the conclusion that he liked deserts in the day, but that desert night were horrible, with the minimal heat from his 'airspace' the desert night made Flare think he was sleeping on top of the Ice Cap Mountains.
In the morning Flare woke, cold and hungry, but just stood up and walked away, knowing that there was no food in these ruins. He sighed, oh well, another day, another distance, and sitting here wouldn't get him home. He found that he floated about an inch from the ground and decided to skate out of the desert, bad move. The air he skated on blew the sand up all around him, he couldn't see, he could barely breath, he jumped, hit the ground outside the sandstorm he had stirred up and began to walk again, he appeared to be hoofing it all the way out of here it seemed.
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Claws had decided that now was the time, the experiments were ready, the mission would start.
He stood outside the tomb and let his chaos-enhanced senses find the chaos pattern of the one they hunted, he found the pattern in the tomb and traced its path. He found where it had been for the past week or two, it appeared to be quite a way away. He called up 00319, an experiment who used to be a bird, now its wings were leathery, its neck had changed, its beak was razor sharp, as were the talons on both its feet and wings.
Claws directed it to find the pattern, and destroy it, 'Talons' nodded his green eyed head and took flight, headed for the Floating Island, and the chaos pattern.