The Warrior of Black Chaos

By: Jon 'Volc' Pereira

Chapter 6: The Beginning of Our Story

"I know what I have to do." Volc said to himself, standing up and heading back to the house. "Kiki continued working on The Black Chaos Generator project to follow in Dad's footsteps. I guess I'm going to finish it to follow in hers."

Volc reached his home and immediately walked to the black generator. Helen watched tensely as Volc cautiously opened it up. Inside was more black antimatter going through a metamorphosis. It was forming into a large crystal, which covered walls of the generator.

"Are you sure you want to work on that?" Helen questioned as Volc picked her up.

"Yeah, I need to." He gently lowered Helen next to the generator and connected her to it. "Think you can run some diagnostics while I finish it?"

"Um…" Helen replied worriedly. "If I have to, but I don't feel safe around this thing."

"Me either." Volc said as he flashed back to Kiki's death. It was really hard to get this close to the thing that killed his sister. He sighed and got out his tools and began typing the programming for the generator to begin creating energy. Volc then took a small wire that was hanging freely and connected it to a large collection of other wires. With a whir the generator sparked back to life. "What a relief. No problems!"

"Thank goodness!" Helen replied as she smiled and giggled happily. She checked over the systems and found them perfectly balanced. With a sigh of relief, she exited the laptop via her new holographic projector. She squealed, dropped down, and gave Volc a hug. Though he couldn't feel it, Volc could sense the warmth from it. He smiled happily.

But then, out of nowhere, Helen gasps and returns to the computer.

"What is it, Helen?"

"The generator energy is off balance, it's unstable!" Helen shouted out of fear. Volc panicked and started disconnecting wires.

"We've got to get this thing offline! Help me, Helen!" Helen started shutting down programs but couldn't seem to get it to shut off. Alarms sounded and the house was illuminated with red light. Volc growled and lunged his hand into the machine and grabbed the core. He felt like he was being shot. Energy surged through him as he screamed in pain. Finally, he ripped out the core, but it was too late. The generator exploded. The fire ripped through the building and destroyed everything in its path.

Volc laid on the ground, he groaned in pain. His arm had been tattered and torn; the flesh ripped and burned right off the bone. He was completely knocked out, but he mustered up the strength to flip himself onto his back.

An hour later and nearly two miles away, a familiar blue hedgehog and his fox companion sat atop the Tornado. All was at peace before they saw an enormous mushroom cloud burst up from the explosion.

"What in the world is that?" Sonic said, nearly being knocked over from the scare.

"Might as well go see," said Tails, getting into his plane and starting the engine.

"No thanks," Sonic replied. "I'm going to run it, I need the exercise." With that, he took off towards the explosion.

"You got it, Sonic!" Tails grinned as the plane lifted into the air and shot off to follow.

About 15 minutes later, Sonic arrives at the scene, Tails in tow. They soon discovered Volc. Tails bent down and placed his hand on Volc's, looking for a pulse.

"He's still alive?" Sonic questioned, thankfully being answered by Tails' nod. Sonic lifted Volc up and placed him in the Tornado. "Let's take the kid to the hospital."

"Alright, Sonic! I'll get him there quickly!" Tails started for the plane. Suddenly, he tripped over a broken laptop. "What's this?" he questioned to himself, to be answered by a faint female scream of help. "I should bring this too, though I'm not sure what it is." Tails said as he hopped into the plane.

"I'll see you in Station Square!" said Sonic as he ran for the hospital.