Victims of time.
Disclaimer: Fistika, Metal Amy, Prisal and Snipe are all mine. Wow, my fan characters have almost doubled. Oh, and Sega and Sonic team own the rest.
Fistika looked up at his old home, the floating island. It hadn't changed in the fifteen years he had been frozen. Fistika then realised he had no way of getting back up there.
"Always something." Muttered Fistika. Fistika looked down at his spiked knuckles, then back at the island. There was no way he could jump up and grab the island. Fistika looked down at his metal collar, most of which was covered by a trench coat. "Hay, army dudes, can you send me some sort of transportation?" Fistika then laid down on the grass and stared up at the floating island.
Fistika was running through the woods. Various shouts were coming from all around him. Sweat was dripping off every corner of Fistika's brow, his breathing was also heavy. Fistika wanted to stop, but he couldn't. Fistika put his arm over his eyes to wipe away the sweat. Fistika was hit by something and fell to the ground. He started to get up, but stopped when he felt two spikes against his throat. Fistika looked up. "Knuckles..." The red Echidna, covered in tribal tattoos, holding a staff in one hand and his other hand one Fistika's throat.
"Your rebellion is destroyed, Fistika, you have no choice but to accompany me to jail." Fistika spat at General Knuckles, who retaliated by whacking him with his staff. The staff managed to clip Fistika in one of his eyes.
"Holy! Your buying me a new eye!" General Knuckles whacked Fistika again.
"Now Fistika, you are either going to be a prisoner, or dead." General Knuckles grabbed Fistika by the throat. "Men, the fugitive's over here!" General Knuckles looked down at Fistika, but as he did a loud scream erupted through the island. Both Knuckles and Fistika turned to see the source of the noise. A huge blue monster was fighting something in the distance. "Isn't that where the emerald shrine is?" Questioned Knuckles. Fistika didn't answer, he tried to break free while Knuckles was occupied, but couldn't overpower Knuckles strength. A group of echidnas who looked similar to General Knuckles emerged from the woods.
"Sir, what is that?"
"None of our concern." Sighed Knuckles. "Take Fistika to his cell." As Knuckles spoke Fistika took out a small knife from his glove. Two of the echidnas took Fistika. The blue monster roared again, which gained every ones attention, except Fistika's, who momentarily broke free of the echidnas' grasp and threw the knife. It flew, as if in slow motion, straight at Knuckles forehead.
"Just add this to my list of felonies." sneered Fistika.
"Fistika, wake up, your transport his here." Fistika opened his eyes to see a vehicle which looked like a mix between the egg-o-matic and the flying G.U.N robots.
"Okay, thanks." Fistika got up and looked around. He couldn't see who woke him. Fistika got into the vehicle and noticed a soldiers face on a small screen.
"Just get our samples." The face disappeared. Fistika looked at the simple controls of the vehicle and quickly figured out how to use it. Within minutes Fistika returned to his homeland, the floating island. He was surprised at how little the place had changed, same mountains, same woods, the only difference was less huts. Fistika landed near the emerald shrine, for he knew that Knuckles would be guarding the master emerald. There always had to be a protector, and being the only echidna meant that position fell to Knuckles by default. As Fistika walked he felt an emotion he didn't recognise fall onto him. His once lively island was at a mute. Fistika was always something of a loner, but he missed having echidnas running back and forth all over the place. He felt truly alone. Fistika tried to shake off the feeling as the shrine came into view. Fistika noticed that Knuckles wasn't there and swore. Fistika walked up the stairs of the shrine and looked around.
"Where the heck is General Knuckles' little prick?" Fistika sighed slightly. Suddenly a huge blue fist was thrown at him. Fistika ducked and looked into the emerald green eyes of Chaos. "How the heck can you still be here!" Fistika shouted as he returned Chaos' punch. As Chaos fell to the floor a orange echidna walked out of thin air. She took one look at Fistika and gasped.
"Fistika? How could you be here?" Asked Tikal.
"Tikal? Good god, I thought you were dead!"
"Likewise." Fistika stared at Tikal, not quite sure if he should believe his eyes.
"By any chance is your farther still alive?" Tikal shook her head. "Oh, sorry."
"Are you still thirsting for power?" Fistika nodded his head. "Oh, sorry." Fistika smiled.
"Can you picture me not after power? I can't help if it interferes with your peaceful life."
"Yeah. You were as bad as farther."
"That's why I was his best friend... not that he had many friends." Fistika thought back to the days of old when he would spend hours discussing topics with Tikal's farther. "Good times."
"Shame such times are behinds us now." Fistika sighed. Then after a second shook his head and reminded himself why he had come.
"Look, this is not why I came. Tikal, where is Knuckles?" Asked Fistika.
"Knuckles? No! I remember how much you hated his farther!" Tikal stepped back.
"Tikal. Tell me. I'll find him eventually, so you may as well tell me." Fistika kept his voice stern and level. Tikal's eyes darted around. "Tikal."
"He's... with his girlfriend."
"I need more information than that." Fistika pierced into Tikal with his eyes. "Where is Knuckles and his girlfriend."
"This isn't Texas..." Nack looked around the pink apartment he was sitting in. Nack started to get up, but was pushed back down by a blue blur (ah, how many times will Sonic be described so.
"Hello Nack, we have a few questions for you." Nack gave a confused look at Sonic.
"Why's he here again?" Asked Shadow.
"A general hate for Nack." Replied Amy.
"Did you just leave my air bike in the middle of Texas." Asked Nack, obviously not caring what Sonic had to say.
"Err... that's not important," Sonic claimed "what is, is... what ever Shadow has to say."
"And people wonder why I hate you." Shadow pushed Sonic aside. "Now Nack, I need to know about Snipe." Nack looked suspiciously at Shadow.
"How'd you know about my pop?"
"Apparently before I was finished a man named Prisal made a deal with him."
"Finished? You mean you're a robot?" Shadow rolled his eyes.
"How many people are going to think that, I'm fleshy!" Amy decided to step in.
"We will take you back to your bike thing as soon as you tell us what we want to know." Amy claimed.
"Give me the emerald and we have a deal." Nack replied.
"How about you leave without a limp?" Asked Shadow.
"Deal." Nack got up. "Well Snipe was my dad. His job was a assassin."
"Pardon?" Sonic blurted out. "My god, you have a messed up family."
"Well, a thief and an assassin in the same family is a little messed up." Commented Sonic.
"Sonic, let the grown ups talk. Now Nack, did your dad ever mention anything about a man called Prisal, or a organisation called A.M.M.O?" Nack shook his head.
"No, pop had a strict customer confidential." Shadow swore. Amy went into thought for a minute before talking.
"Where is Snipe now?"
Shadow, Amy, Sonic and Nack all walked into a dusty house which creaked with every move made. The four unsettled dust with every step. Nack lead them up some misshaped stairs. Amy worried that the steps were going to brake any minute. At the top Nack toke them to the farest door. Before entering Nack turned to the three hedgehogs.
"Now, as you can probably tell from the fact we've got this far into his house so easily, pop is somewhat... out of it." Nack knocked on the door. "Dad, it's me, your son."
"What son?" Grumbled a voice. Nack smiled nervously and opened the door. Inside Snipe the weasel stood in the middle of the room, shotgun resting on the ground.
"Hello dad. I have a few friends who want to ask you something." Snipe glared at Nack.
"You come into my house and bring a group of thugs with you. Be a man. Do your own dirty work."
"Dad, these are civilians, not 'thugs' or marks, or anything like that. They have to ask you a question." Snipe made a small sound which resembled a laugh.
"Why, what are you getting from this?" Nack shuffled nervously.
"He's getting his bike and health." Sonic replied. Snipe's eyes narrowed on Nack.
"Can't get them back yourself? What are you playing at Nack? Be a man!" A flash of anger flickered on Nack's face. Shadow decided to step in before it got ugly.
"Sir..." Before Shadow could continue Snipe broke into laughter.
"Who's this boot licker?" Shadow ignored the comment.
"Do you remember bumping off an A.M.M.O member for a Prisal?" Snipe turned white.
"Wh...who told you about that?"
"I was there when it happened... apparently." Snipe did not question what he meant by that, he just walked towards a chair and sat down.
"It was strangest thing ever. I didn't tell anyone about it because my code and pride." He said the words 'code' and 'pride' with a level of disgust. "I was going to take this job from a R.E. Prisal, a man no one knew of, he didn't even seem to have a past, hell, his face was normally hidden in some way. Anyway, when I met him he seemed very odd, a enigma of a man he was..."
"So, we are settled on the price?" Prisal gestured at a briefcase.
"I believe we are." Replied Snipe. Prisal smiled in a twisted way and left the room. Snipe walked over to the suit case, took a quick look in it, then looked around the room.
"Stupid bloke, leaving an outlaw alone." Snipe removed his hat and took out the crowbar hidden within. Snipe then proceeded to pry open Prisal's locked drawers on a search for money, or info which could be used for blackmail. In many of the draws Snipe found hundreds upon hundreds of papers with the word 'Revenge' scribbled all over it. After some searching Snipe found some different documents. These were a description of some sort of raid and massacre on a space colony, and a video. On the 'spine' of the video was the words 'copy - death sentence'. Curious, Snipe placed the video in the VCR (remember, DVD's weren't about back then). A bald man with a huge ginger moustache appeared.
"This is a death sentence to every human on earth..."
"He was obsessed with Gerald? He even knew about the death sentence before it happened!" Shadow seemed to be having a hard time understanding what he had just been told.
"Well, I did the job, but that video has always haunted me." Snipe shook his head.
"I don't think he noticed that A.R.K thing." Whispered Nack to Amy.
"Well," Shadow began walking out the house. "I think we better find, and talk to this Prisal."