Angry Passion, Chapter 2- A New Life
Sonic Team owns all except Cinder.
And yes, I did notice that bolding mistake.
Normal P.O.V.
Cinder sat down on the floor, made of cold, hard metal material. She looked around with blurred eyes and saw nothing but gray and black. Had the whole world gone colorblind?
"I wonder what home base could be?" she wondered aloud. All she knew is if, at a point she'd find Ivo, she'd kill him. The grudge boiled up inside her for who knows how long, keeping her the only thing as close as company could be, other than her faded and beaten memories.
It was not much longer until Cinder could see clearly again. Everything around her was geometric and inorganic, unresponsive material. Cinder looked down at herself. She wasn't colorblind, was all she knew. Soon the man came back.
Eggman's P.O.V.
Cinder is almost just the way I left her. Almost. She looks exactly the same, same brown fur, same little patch of skin shaped as a heart, everything. What did change as it looks is that she now desires to kill me; that electric collar I built came in handy. It'll shock her if she disobeys my orders, or if she tries attacking me. Now to address her directly.
"Cinder," I began. "Now, if you want the truth, I am Ivo Robotnik—" I was cut off by a wild battle cry protruding from Cinder's mouth. She tackled me to the ground, but was knocked onto the ground herself for doing so. She rolled off onto the side and twitched constantly.
"What the hell wa-was that?" she shook out. I got back up onto my feet.
"It's an electronic collar. You received a shock from attacking me. It will electrocute you with a shock as powerful at whatever force your attack was." I informed. Cinder hung her mouth open and tilted her head to the side. She was never the sharpest crayon in the box, so to speak.
She soon shook it off as she does everything else and asked, "Is this home base place built for any purpose? 'Cause it looks like a real waste of space."
"It's not."
"Tell me why."
"Well," I cleared my throat. "This is home base. No one knows where this is because is built in the ruins of Old Station Square. No one travels these roads any more, except myself, in which even I rarely do. In other words, it's a hideout."
"Why?" she asked in a hard tone.
"I've been on the run for… several years, I believe. I was chased everywhere around the world, in the sky, in the sea, on land." Cinder sat very still with wide eyes and ears at attention. "It was only until now I could get back here." Cinder let out a slightly gasped "Ohh."
Normal P.O.V.
Cinder frowned angrily. "I'm still mad at you for sealing me up for however long. It just makes me want to boil you alive!" she clenched her fists, and to Cinder's and Dr. Robotnik's amazement, heat waves encircled Cinder. Cinder gasped and nearly fainted from shock (no pun intended), but the doctor seemed fascinated.
"So it is true," he whispered. "She is of the elements." Robotnik looked around, having nothing to comment of the current situation. "Cinder," he reminisced. "Do you remember that time we shared blood?"
Eggman's Memories of the Past
"C'mon, Ivo, it won't hurt but for a matter of seconds." Cinder begged.
"No." Ivo replied tersely.
"We're not using the same needles! Don't be such a baby!" she whined. "We'll be blood siblings."
"Cinder, you have no idea what this could do to either of us! We could die for all I know!" Ivo yelled. 'Oh why couldn't she have made friendship bracelets instead?' he thought.
"If you promise to do this, I won't call you another name for as long as I live." Cinder rose her right hand up. "Promise."
Ivo looked to the side, then back. "Well, all right." He gave in. "But a promise is a promise. And if I end up dying, I'm blaming you for killing me." Cinder grinned.
Cinder looked to the side and stabbed the sewing needle into her bloodstream, pulling out one beautifully formed crimson drop of blood, which fell to the ground with an unheard splatter. Ivo followed suit and looked away, as well. He bit his tongue and pulled his needle out as well. They pressed their fingers together, and the deed was done. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Cinder said.
Later that night Ivo was sitting in his bed, unable to sleep, thinking of whatever could happen to him. Ivo rubbed his finger into the palm of his right hand, remembering the needle and its sharp pain. But it returned. His palm felt a searing pain, as if someone was extinguishing their cigar on his own hand. He pulled his finger away from his palm, and let out a squeak. There was a burn mark on where his finger had been. "If Cinder exchanged blood with me here…" he looked at his finger. "She must have a mutation inside her."
'It's never too early to start world domination,' he pondered. 'But by the time her power will fully form, Cinder and I will be old. I must find a way to stop that from happening.'
Normal P.O.V.
"And so, I built this machine, which allowed your power to grow without you aging physically." Robotnik explained calmly.
"Last question," Cinder called. "What am I supposed to do?"
"You'll find out in time." He announced. "Now, here's your first mission."