Yay! And now for the fighting!
As for those of you that were wondering where Shadow went, don't worry - he's still in the fic! I haven't lost track of any of my main torture victims yet - I mean my main characters.
...Nah, same dif.
Disclaimer: See last chapter 'cuz I'm sick of repeating myself
Claimer: See last chapter 'cuz I'm also sick of repeating myself
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And so began the strangest battle Sonic and his friends had ever faced. Weirder than fighting Perfect Chaos…weirder than fighting the Biolizard…and even weirder than fighting Shadow when he was under the control of Raven's super-control-collar.
Inside the dimension that was the Fount of Light, their very thoughts and emotions caused things to appear and disappear wildly.
So when Sonic ran full-speed at Raven, who darted to the side to avoid him, a thin blue trail hung in the air behind the blue hedgehog. And when Knuckles threw a punch - one that Raven ducked under - a red colored, Knuckles' fist-sized lump shot out.
Raven, the wily and crazy Ultimate Life Form, took advantage of this oddity as soon as he spotted it. Instead of deigning to pummel his opponents with his own hands and feet, Raven changed his own arm into a massive silvery dragon's claw. With the longer reach of this new limb he slapped Sonic away like a pesky fly. .
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The white hedgehog's laugh of triumph was interrupted by Tails. Having envisioned a heavily armed version of the Tornado, he was flying around the battle and firing little energy blasts. The two-tailed fox only wanted to stun Raven, not to seriously hurt him.
"Brat," Raven spat, his quills lengthening and changing into flat needles of iron plating as Tails came around for another pass.
When Tails fired on him, Raven let the attack hit his quills instead, and the blasts bounced away harmlessly. Then Raven jumped at the bottom of the plane as Tails flew over him and gutted the machine with his dragon arm.
He landed lightly, more than ready to spring away as Knuckles lunged for him. Raven curled into a ball and tackled the echidna next, causing more damage than usual with his iron quills.
Even though this sent Knuckles sailing away, Raven himself was sent hurtling face-first by a bright golden blur. Twisting midair like a cat to skid backwards to a graceful halt on his air jets, Raven barely paused to take a look at his new opponent before flinging himself forward. .
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Super Sonic met him head-on. Raven was knocked back, but shielded himself with his transformed arm to avoid taking serious damage.
Just as Raven was about to throw himself at Super Sonic a second time, a barrage of small missiles hit him. For a few minutes, the spot the white hedgehog had been standing was filled with light and smoke.
Tails approached the spot cautiously in his new weapon, a four-legged walker, with more of his missiles ready if they were needed.
When the smoke cleared, all that there was where Raven was standing was something that looked like a strange black lump. .
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The 'lump' unraveled, revealing Raven. The 'lump' had actually been a scaly tentacle now growing out of the shoulder of Raven's normal arm, within which Raven had cocooned himself during Tails' attack. The hedgehog was completely unharmed.
Cackling, Raven whipped the tentacle at the shocked fox, who barely managed to abandon his walker in time to keep from being killed as Raven crushed it into little pieces.
"Oh please," Raven snorted, wiggling the tentacle at Tails and Super Sonic reprovingly, "You idiots need to think MUCH bigger than that!"
"IS THIS BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU?" Bellowed a huge voice, right before a super-sized echidna fist squashed the hedgehog flat.
Knuckles, who was the owner of the huge fist, had decided to make himself only about half the size of Angel Island. That was still REALLY big. When Knuckles lifted his fist up again, there were cracks in the white flooring of the weird dimension they were all in.
However, there was no sign of Raven.
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The outside world felt nothing of the great struggle taking place within the Fount of Light. In fact, except for avoiding the orb-shaped entrance to the Fount like the plague, the animal residents of Angel Island went about their business as they always did.
And Shadow was almost all the way to the top of the steps.
Falling off the stairs had hurt.
Walking back up them hurt more.
But sitting around not doing anything to help would hurt the most.
He paused when he finally reached the orb. Sure, he'd seen the others go through it easily enough…but it sure looked like a solid orb to him.
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Shadow's fingers sank right in, sending out thousands of small ripples. He yanked his fingers back out, shuddering at how weirdly COLD the thing was. Oh well, he had fur, didn't he?
Balancing delicately on his good leg, Shadow fired his air jets long enough to get above the orb/portal, before letting himself drop into it the way Raven had. And the black hedgehog fell into a whole new world of pain.
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The Fount of Light was not just a dimension of power, it was also at least partly sentient: a truly unique living creature.
It was also empty, with no knowledge.
So whenever other creatures entered in, the Fount of Light would use its powers to read their intentions and then recreate whatever it found. In that way, the Fount sort of granted wishes.
But so far, all the things that the creatures could think of were merely forms and things - objects that served only one purpose, and different shapes for the creatures to wear.
These latest creatures also only desired simple forms and things. And so it seemed to the Fount of Light's low level of consciousness that they were just like the others. .
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Until the last one came. THIS one was different - in this creature's mind was a place. A world-home, a whole universe, perfectly understood and flawlessly recalled. It was something the Fount of Light had been hungering for since its own creation, untold ages ago: a true shape and a chance to grow as other living things grew.
And so it did.
As for those of you that were wondering where Shadow went, don't worry - he's still in the fic! I haven't lost track of any of my main torture victims yet - I mean my main characters.
...Nah, same dif.
Disclaimer: See last chapter 'cuz I'm sick of repeating myself
Claimer: See last chapter 'cuz I'm also sick of repeating myself
.
.
.
.
And so began the strangest battle Sonic and his friends had ever faced. Weirder than fighting Perfect Chaos…weirder than fighting the Biolizard…and even weirder than fighting Shadow when he was under the control of Raven's super-control-collar.
Inside the dimension that was the Fount of Light, their very thoughts and emotions caused things to appear and disappear wildly.
So when Sonic ran full-speed at Raven, who darted to the side to avoid him, a thin blue trail hung in the air behind the blue hedgehog. And when Knuckles threw a punch - one that Raven ducked under - a red colored, Knuckles' fist-sized lump shot out.
Raven, the wily and crazy Ultimate Life Form, took advantage of this oddity as soon as he spotted it. Instead of deigning to pummel his opponents with his own hands and feet, Raven changed his own arm into a massive silvery dragon's claw. With the longer reach of this new limb he slapped Sonic away like a pesky fly. .
.
.
.
.
.
The white hedgehog's laugh of triumph was interrupted by Tails. Having envisioned a heavily armed version of the Tornado, he was flying around the battle and firing little energy blasts. The two-tailed fox only wanted to stun Raven, not to seriously hurt him.
"Brat," Raven spat, his quills lengthening and changing into flat needles of iron plating as Tails came around for another pass.
When Tails fired on him, Raven let the attack hit his quills instead, and the blasts bounced away harmlessly. Then Raven jumped at the bottom of the plane as Tails flew over him and gutted the machine with his dragon arm.
He landed lightly, more than ready to spring away as Knuckles lunged for him. Raven curled into a ball and tackled the echidna next, causing more damage than usual with his iron quills.
Even though this sent Knuckles sailing away, Raven himself was sent hurtling face-first by a bright golden blur. Twisting midair like a cat to skid backwards to a graceful halt on his air jets, Raven barely paused to take a look at his new opponent before flinging himself forward. .
.
.
.
.
Super Sonic met him head-on. Raven was knocked back, but shielded himself with his transformed arm to avoid taking serious damage.
Just as Raven was about to throw himself at Super Sonic a second time, a barrage of small missiles hit him. For a few minutes, the spot the white hedgehog had been standing was filled with light and smoke.
Tails approached the spot cautiously in his new weapon, a four-legged walker, with more of his missiles ready if they were needed.
When the smoke cleared, all that there was where Raven was standing was something that looked like a strange black lump. .
.
.
.
.
.
The 'lump' unraveled, revealing Raven. The 'lump' had actually been a scaly tentacle now growing out of the shoulder of Raven's normal arm, within which Raven had cocooned himself during Tails' attack. The hedgehog was completely unharmed.
Cackling, Raven whipped the tentacle at the shocked fox, who barely managed to abandon his walker in time to keep from being killed as Raven crushed it into little pieces.
"Oh please," Raven snorted, wiggling the tentacle at Tails and Super Sonic reprovingly, "You idiots need to think MUCH bigger than that!"
"IS THIS BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU?" Bellowed a huge voice, right before a super-sized echidna fist squashed the hedgehog flat.
Knuckles, who was the owner of the huge fist, had decided to make himself only about half the size of Angel Island. That was still REALLY big. When Knuckles lifted his fist up again, there were cracks in the white flooring of the weird dimension they were all in.
However, there was no sign of Raven.
.
.
.
.
… .
.
.
.
The outside world felt nothing of the great struggle taking place within the Fount of Light. In fact, except for avoiding the orb-shaped entrance to the Fount like the plague, the animal residents of Angel Island went about their business as they always did.
And Shadow was almost all the way to the top of the steps.
Falling off the stairs had hurt.
Walking back up them hurt more.
But sitting around not doing anything to help would hurt the most.
He paused when he finally reached the orb. Sure, he'd seen the others go through it easily enough…but it sure looked like a solid orb to him.
.
.
.
.
Shadow's fingers sank right in, sending out thousands of small ripples. He yanked his fingers back out, shuddering at how weirdly COLD the thing was. Oh well, he had fur, didn't he?
Balancing delicately on his good leg, Shadow fired his air jets long enough to get above the orb/portal, before letting himself drop into it the way Raven had. And the black hedgehog fell into a whole new world of pain.
.
.
.
.
.
…
.
.
.
.
.
The Fount of Light was not just a dimension of power, it was also at least partly sentient: a truly unique living creature.
It was also empty, with no knowledge.
So whenever other creatures entered in, the Fount of Light would use its powers to read their intentions and then recreate whatever it found. In that way, the Fount sort of granted wishes.
But so far, all the things that the creatures could think of were merely forms and things - objects that served only one purpose, and different shapes for the creatures to wear.
These latest creatures also only desired simple forms and things. And so it seemed to the Fount of Light's low level of consciousness that they were just like the others. .
.
.
.
.
.
Until the last one came. THIS one was different - in this creature's mind was a place. A world-home, a whole universe, perfectly understood and flawlessly recalled. It was something the Fount of Light had been hungering for since its own creation, untold ages ago: a true shape and a chance to grow as other living things grew.
And so it did.