The purpose of this chapter is NOT to make you feel sympathy for Sonic. He's meant to be a jerk, this just starts to explain why. Oh, and I feel at this point I should probably apologise to any Sonic fans reading who don't like this interpretation of him. Okay?

10. Why Sonic hates Blossom

"I don't have time for you now!" Blossom said bitterly to Sonic, "I'm trying to raise the money that you won't help me with!" Sonic gave a rye smile.

"Legally or illegally?" he asked. Blossom spat.

"What would you do!"

"Exactly what you're doing," the hedgehog said bluntly, "except I would have punched 'me' before going to do it. So I've changed my mind."

"You mean you are going to help?"

"Only if we can talk first. I believe I owe you an explanation."

Blossom blinked. "Are you drunk?"

"No!" said Sonic touchily, "I just thought you might like to know something." He walked past the edge of the cliff, and sat down on the rock beside her. For the briefest moment, Blossom considered pushing him off.

"What would I want to know," she asked instead.

"Why I hate you."

"I don't want to know that," Blossom lied. "If I wanted to know anything about you, it would be why since you hate me so much, did you cover up for me? Was it so you could control me for the rest of time, or did you use up all your niceness at once?"

"Okay miss perfect…"

"I'm not perfect Sonic."

"If you hadn't watched Brick die and then killed Superman would you be perfect?"

"NO! Don't just sit there and make cheap shots Sonic, if you want to talk, talk. And I don't want excuses, just the truth!"

"Okay, the truth, you can have the truth," Sonic stood up angrily, "I am jealous of you! Happy?"

Blossom was stunned for a moment. "Jealous of me?" Most people seemed to talk about how awful her life was.

"Yes." Sonic seemed shocked himself. "Yes I am." Blossom sat down.

"Why."

Sonic also sat down again. "Okay." He paused, to consider how to phrase this. "You became a superhero practically when you were born. Sure you fought for truth and justice and all that crap and to defend your city, but every night, you went home to a safe warm bed with your loving family. I started being a superhero because my planet was being ruled by a crazy lunatic, who wanted to enslave us all. I slept in muddy holes and cold fields. I watched my home get turned into a polluted waste land."

"Forgive me if I don't grieve for you," Blossom responded deadpan, "but I'm a bit short on sympathy at the moment."

"I don't want your sympathy," Sonic snapped, before calming down, "I want your understanding. Can you now understand that when I arrived here that I could possibly suffer form a hint of jealousy?"

Blossom thought for a moment. They'd been about fifteen when Sonic had arrived. "Possibly," she conceded, "but if what your saying is true, then a lot of superheroes had idyllic lives compared to you…"

"I'll say," Sonic interrupted, "remember Superman's funeral?"

"How can I forget, you made me speak at it!"

"Lavish service, full state honours. When I lost friends in the war at home we used to…" he tailed off. "What was your point?"

"Why me? Why not anyone else, Bubbles and Buttercup for that matter? Was it that I showed weakness first?"

"No, I seem to recall hating you before I covered up for you," Sonic said, "But there are two answers for that. Firstly, you know chemical X?"

"Yes, we were sort of created from it."

"Know what it is?"

"No."

"I do." Blossom jumped.

"You know what chemical X is!"

"Ever heard of the Chaos Emeralds?" Sonic asked.

"Yes, there those things you have to collect in those stupid games, or you get told that you haven't actually completed it when you reach the end."

"Quite," Sonic said through gritted teeth. "They are some fairly unstable gems which when someone made a mistake with them in a machine, started all the evil that lead to my planet being enslaved. But the Emeralds themselves were created from a black liquid that has a constancy similar to water, and was so unstable, that it was perfectly capable of turning 'sugar, spice and everything nice' into three living and breathing little girls."

"So you hate us because we were created from the same energy source that ruined your life?"

"I don't recall saying that I hated Bubbles and Buttercup," Sonic said, "But that is one reason I hate you." He caught Blossom's expression, "I never said I was proud of it, did I?"

"No, but WHY ME!"

"You know, I've often pondered that myself. It was pretty much an instant hatred, but I've only just worked out why. It occurred to me when I saw you standing on that rock, preparing to go rob some banks for your daughter's sake. It occurred to me that I would have done the same thing. But think about it. We're both good leader in the field, when I was young I used to try and put everyone else first, even if my good intentions lead to problems, like you did… and do. I guess I think we're similar, that you are what I could have been."

"I'm nothing like you," Blossom cut in.

"Sure, you think that. But if I told you more, you'd see."

"Are you going to tell me more?"

"Do you dump your problems on anyone else?"

"I try not to…"

"Then let's leave it there then."

There was a long pause.

"Sonic, did you liberate your planet?" Blossom asked.

"Oh yes," he spoke with no emotion, "it was the greatest achievement of my life."

"Then why are you here on earth?"

Sonic sat in absolute silence, until his phone rang.

"Yes… Great, we can do that…. See you soon." He hung up.

"What was that?" Blossom asked.

"That was Butch. He's done a deal with Mojo that should save us some money. Right," he stood up and stretched. "Let's get going to save your daughter. And two more things…"

"Yes Sonic?"

"One, just because I've said why I hate you, it doesn't mean that I now like you."

"Good."

"And if you tell anyone anything I've just said, I kill you. Got it?"

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