It's a Cruel World Down Here
(((wow. Something new, God forbid. Well, any of you who are reading this obviously know that this is my first game-induced fic. I bet none of you knew I had a thing for animals in gloves, DID you? I've always loved Sonic, to speak truth. My first introduction to which I experienced at age 6. wow. I feel really young now. I also used to read the comics (which I am brushing up on as of late) and it will be mostly based on them. A little bit of all my favorite sonic universes if you will. Anyway, this is the intro so I'll keep it short. (yeah right) I mentioned in my bio that I was going to add three chars.: two echidnas and a hedgehog. How boring is that? Those will be good to start, but I would also like to add at least one of the following: a kangaroo-rat, a basilisk lizard, a koala, a kitten, and most definitely a Goffin's cockatoo either named Zephyr or Aria. She'll be a singer, not much of a fighter. (talking about the cockatoo, noh dah) but I can't decide. Help me out, will you? I may just add them all.)))
Knuckles: good gawd, woman. What are you making this? A zoo?
A: only if I decide to make a tiger. Wa.
Sonic: a tiger. Hmmmmm...
Vegeta: again, you never let me comment anymore.
K: she doesn't love you anymore. She loves me -pulls down bottom eyelid, sticks out tongue-
A: I do?
K: yes.
A: last time I checked, I didn't date outside my species.
V:-pouts-
A: ok, 'far' outside my species.
#!#Enough pointlessness. I don't own Sonic. Or Knuckles. Or anybody except little blonde me. . #!#
Chapter 1- Let's Be Civil
Late night again. Damn this civilized world. Damn it all to hell.
Knuckles sneered as he sped down the road on his custom-built motorcycle, "Tempest II".
What kind of life did they expect him to live? Sure, the new protective encasement around the Master Emerald was truly impenetrable. He knew, because he tried to break through the gawdamn thing. And sure, Tails had been working on it as a side project since he was seven, but with the completion of this four-year-long project also came the abrupt and painful halt of Knuckles' peaceful life theretofore. What kind of sick, demented world was this, anyhow? What the FUCK?
He swiveled the bike suddenly, coming to a stop with a slight screech. 'Growing up sucks' he concluded, looking up at the apartment building he now called his "home". 'Julie's going to have my ass on a platter. I hate working these gawdamn late hours. But a job's a job. Gawd, I hate my job.' He thought silently as he wheeled his bike into the small garage.
He cringed as he turned the key in the lock, hearing the resounding click and knowing it would alert the attention of Julie, his roommate and girlfriend. Who, as he had deduced, would soon "have his ass on a platter".
But no sound was heard as he opened the door to the dark apartment. 'Odd... she must have gone to bed... that's not like her...'
He closed the door softly behind him, setting the keys on the small makeshift coffee table and tossing his bag on the couch. An object in the dark caught his eye. A hat. A hat? It wasn't one of Julie's... Just as he picked it up, he heard a soft noise from the direction of their bedroom. Almost like a groan, but he couldn't be sure. His brow furrowed as he stepped slowly to the door, almost as in a dream. 'I'm hallucinating. That can't be...
His gloved hand closed around the doorknob. He could hear it distinctly now, a soft squeaking which was undeniably the mattress. His breath quickened with rage as he crushed the rim of the hat in his hand. 'That little slut...'
From inside the room, the two lovers in question were completely unaware of his presence. Panting, the one on top paused for a moment.
"When did you say he was getting back?"
She giggled. "Don't worry about it. He'll be gone for hours! He's such a workaholic. Nnnn... don't stop...you were doing so well..."
Outside the door, Knuckles bared his sharp teeth with a stifled growl. The door burst open, revealing the daunting silhouette of the former- guardian.
"REMINGTON!"
Julie screamed.
"God save me..." The accused leapt from the bed, clutching a sheet around his waist with a horrified pallor in his eyes. (AN- which is odd because they barely wear any clothes anyway. )
"Look, now, Knux, let's be civil..."
"CIVIL?" He stormed to side of the bed, throwing the hat at the pink echidna whilst glowering at the brown. "YOU WANT ME TO BE CIVIL?"
He forcefully clasped his engloved hand around Reminton's neck, pulling back the other for a fatal blow. The constable squinted his eyes shut, reciting the Lord's Prayer in a frightened voice.
"Knuckles, NO! Don't kill him!"
"Don't fret. You're next."
She stood and hastily moved in front of his fist.
"Please, I'll explain..."
He dropped Remington (who squeaked upon sudden impact with the floor and crawled under the bed) and glared at his former love.
"What kind of explanation could you possibly give me? After what I just saw?"
"I-..."
"Save it. I'll leave." Then looking to the bed skirt, "You are not safe." Which was replied with a whimper. He gave her a cold and sickened stare for a moment longer before turning his back on her and striding out, slamming the door behind him.
((that was short because I ran out of time. I must leave. Review if you like it and give me some ideas. Chao )))