Angry Passion, Chapter 4: Memories

Sonic Team owns you. I mean, their characters. But I own you. So there.

To answer the question, yes, Cinder is a hedgehog. A brown hedgehog.

It had been one week since our little hedgehog minion met Sonic, and that gave her time to think.

'Why is he so kind?' she found asking herself. 'Is he hated? Is he loved? Shall I destroy him, make peace between us?' Cinder did not yet have her answers, but she was destined to find out. But for now, she could just lie there on the pile of blankets and burlap sack, watching the doctor perform his seemingly perpetual tasks. She shifted to one side, staring into the cold, steel wall… 'Is it really him?'

All she could do was close her tired eyes, and remember back when…

The Past

"Yay! First day of kindergarten! First day of kindergarten!" The little hedgehog girl yelled. She hopped up and down with excitement, her little yellow dress flashing up with every hop.

"Cinder, calm down. The bus will arrive in a few minutes." Her mom kneeled down, slumped her hands on the girl's shoulder, and said in the smoothest tone: "Now remember, be on your best behavior. This is like going to Grandma's house, OK?" Cinder nodded silently. "Good." Her mom smiled and pushed Cinder out the door.

Cinder dropped down on the seat around the back. "Hi-hi, mister!" she beamed at the kid next to her. The kid looked at her and smiled shyly. "Cinder's th' name, and don't you forget it!" she burst into chaotic giggles.

"I-I'm Ivo Robotnik," the kid replied, stuttering to and fro. "Oh!" he smiled. "You just moved down the street from us!" he rubbed the back of his head.

Cinder seemed to pay no attention the following statement and began prodding her finger at Ivo's glasses. "My daddy has glasses, too." She stopped for a second. "Hey! We're here!" Everyone piled off the bus.

Later that day, Ivo found Cinder crying under a playground bench. "What'sa matter, Cinder?" he asked.

"Ohh," she sobbed. "These bullies, they ran up to me, and they ripped my dress and pushed me in the mud!" she closed her eyes and covered her face.

Ivo pulled Cinder out from the bench and put one arm around her, drenching his entire sleeve in dirt. "It's OK," he cooed. "You're going ta' be alright." Cinder smiled weakly at him. She could tell they were going to be best friends.

Present, Normal P.O.V.

Cinder turned back around only to see Robotnik's warped figure again. He looked so much different than he did in the 60's. But, as she saw one week prior, almost everything had changed.

There was a sudden spark, following an explosion. Cinder got up and cleared the smoke, filtering it through her very lungs. There, where Robotnik sat, was a hideous insect. Cinder stretched out her hand. 'I will do this, if it kills me or not.'

She reached out and smashed the vermin in her grasp, watching it smoke away into dust. The deed was done… or was it?

"What are you doing?" called a familiar, gruff voice. Ivo stared at her from an above view.

"You—but I killed you." Cinder gasped in dominant shock. The doctor shook his head.

"No, you killed one of the many cockroaches that scuttle around home base." 'Damn,' Cinder thought.

"Anyway," he stepped back. "Come with me. You've got a job to take care of."

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Hehe! A short chapter— but I was in a rush. Anyway, I am TERRIBLY sorry for the long wait, folks. Keep reading, and drop me a review when you can! Have a good one. Oh! Wait! Don't leave just yet! If you have noticed, AP has slight traces of comedy. Please tell me in your next review if I should add the Genre "Humor" to AP. I'd appreciate it.