The 99th Platoon –
The FlatFeet Saga
Act Three: Into the Lair
(A/N Most of this chapter is dedicated to the most capable and ever creative second in command for the 99th, OO Agent Oreos. Most of this chapter was his creation, save for parts of the final confrontation that were created right now for a little story neatness and continuity. There's really not much more to say. For those interested this chapter officially makes The FlatFeet Saga, otherwise referred to as The Omega Chronicle, the longest fanfic to date, and to think it isn't over yet! If you're still reading it means we haven't bored you to death. If you care to read or review, either are appreciated.)
Chapter 17: The Rogue Agent
Oreos
sat there. Still there, leaning against the wall, with his throat dry
and his leg still in pain. He dared not to look at it, in fear that
the maggots would return. The last thing he remembered was seeing
Chael do something to his leg, and that was it.
Oreos rubbed his
chin. He could feel the thick little hairs as if he hasn't shaved for
months…
"Have I even been here for a month? Who cares," he
said aloud, his voice raspy, "I'm gonna die in this hellhole
anyways."
Hey, it's me again…
"Leave me
alone..." Oreos whined, "I hate you."
I helped you, and
that's how you treat me?
"You didn't help me do ANYTHING!
STOP PLAYING WITH MY MIND IT! IT WON'T WORK!"
I healed your
leg. You should be thankful
"Chael did. Not you."
Yes
I did. You think Chael really has the power to help you? You think
anyone in the platoon would even bother to help you? Look at Pyst. He
helped you. That's as much as you'll get from them
"
you. Shut up. I told you already. That stuff won't work on
me."
Don't lie to yourself Oreos. You hate doing that, don't
you remember? Pyst chopped off your leg, Chael left you alone, and
the others aren't even bothering to find you
"Give them
time. They'll find me"
In case you're wondering, it's
been exactly one month and 3 days
"Liar!"
This
is my place. I know how much time passes by; where everybody is, how
everything works, and I know that you have no more friends anymore...
The platoon has abandoned you. They need to pay
"They
can't do that to me... they-"
They can, and they did. Make
them pay
"They did... how come they didn't find me... for
so long? Why... I'd do the same for them... I
would…honest…"
Exactly. Make them pay for not caring
about you. Teach them a lesson
Oreos stood up.
That's
a good boy. Go on... take that gun. It's your favourite... I know it
is
He did as he was told, and picked up his K7 Avenger. He
rubbed it gently, like a soft cat.
"They will pay," he
growled.
Blaze had just finished off his duplicate.
"See?"
he grinned panting, "Nothing can beat me."
"Oh yeah?"
Blaze
turned around.
"Oreos! Where have you been man? We've been
looking all over for you!"
"LIAR!"
Oreos took out a
combat knife, and charged at Blaze, who sidestepped and tripped
Oreos.
"Oreos! What the-- Oh no... DON'T LET IT CONTROL YOU! You
can beat Omega!"
"I'm not being controlled you idiot.
You're going to pay for what you did to me!"
"Huh?
What!"
Oreos threw his knife, and struck Blaze in the leg.
Blaze cringed in pain, and yanked the knife out. He took out a pistol
and aimed it at Oreos.
"I don't want to shoot you man..."
"Then it's time for you to die." Oreos took his K7 which was
strapped to his back and-
BAM
Blaze had shot
Oreos in the shoulder. Oreos fell onto one knee.
"You
!"
"YOU'RE NOT OREOS ANYMORE!"
Blaze closed his
eyes and gave two more bullets to him in the chest. Oreos fell onto
his back. Blaze turned and called out to the others at the far end of
the street. They were dealing with the last of the Shadows.
"My
leg... hurts like hell..." Blaze whispered.
"You shot
me..."
Blaze looked up, and met a rifle's butt in his face. He
fell back, and looked Oreos towering over him.
"I never did
anything to you, and you shot me..."
"Don't...do...it..."
Oreos
stomped on Blaze's wound, making him holler in pain. He then held his
K7 high in the air, as if holding a sword and ready to stab something
hard. He brought the tip of the K7 down hard and fast on Blaze's
face.
Blaze, of course, could do nothing. Every few seconds he
felt the sharp pain in his face, every time it came
down...again...and again...and again...
By the time Oreos was
done, the corpse lay there motionless; its face nothing but a bloody
mess.
"There... you've learned your lesson..."
"Who's
next...?" the Agent whispered, advancing on his friends.
Dark's
ears perked up, and he jumped into the air. He saw Oreos standing
over the bloody Blaze. His eyes burned. How could Oreos do something
like that? Dark's violet irises were completely swathed in a milky
white fog. He didn't notice it, but Oreos did. The Squirrel staggered
back a bit, aiming his K7 at the panther. By the time he even put his
finger on the trigger, Dark was at his side.
Dark slammed his knee
into Oreos' leg. The Squirrel immediately dropped to one knee,
raising his aim once more. The Panther knocked the K7 away from him,
sending a kick to his jaw. Oreos looked up at Dark from his place on
the cold street.
Blade's wounds began to heal rapidly, as if
they had never occurred.
"That prick…" Oreos thought. What
had he done to them? Now they were knocking him around. They will all
have to be taught a lesson...hard. Oreos managed to control his
rage.
Oreos slowly began to regain his cool-headedness. He now
knew that the Omega was just playing with him. He smiled at the
Panther.
"Hey, man, help me up."
Dark sensed the coolness
in Oreos' voice, and he reached down. He grabbed the Squirrel's hand,
lifting him to his feet. Dark was smiling. He nodded to Oreos, who
nodded back. Seemingly, Oreos' leg began to heal.
Dark looked to
Blaze. He smacked the Hedgehog in the side of the head.
"Get
up!"
Blaze's eyelids fluttered open and he found himself
staring at the one and only Dark. He half-smiled. The Panther helped
him to his feet and began to move him towards where Sarge, Mon and
RedStorm were trying to wake the unconscious.
Dark turned his back
to Oreos, as he put his paws together to make one joint fist, and
slammed it against Dark's head.
"Stop it! You're stronger than
this! You can fight it!" Blaze yelled, still too weak to stand up.
"You have no right to talk to me."
Dark got up
slowly.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Dark
growled.
"Omega," Blaze answered, Oreos eyeing both
dangerously. "How can we help him?"
"I think I know one
way…" the Black Panther rumbled.
Dark threw a fist, but Oreos
caught it, and returned the favour. Blaze stood up and tried the same
thing, but the Double 0 ducked and gave it to the Hedgehog in the
stomach, then tripped him.
Dark took his fighting stance.
"
I see you've been practising."
"I'm not a Double O for
nothing." He laughed looking at the Panther. "I've always wanted
to test my full potential."
"Bring it!"
Dark tried
to punch Oreos, but Oreos blocked with his forearm. The Panther
punched the squirrel in the stomach. Furious, Oreos grabbed Dark's
arm, pulled him close, and punched his nose three times, than kicked
Dark in the stomach, right before grabbing Dark's favourite
sword.
Blaze tried to tackle Oreos, but the corrupted Squirrel
lashed wildly at his comrade, and back-kicked him in the head. Oreos
approached Dark.
"Tell me how it feels to killed by your own
weapon of choice."
"If you don't come to your senses I'm
going to murder you."
"It's too bad you can't... I guess you
can say the same thing to me...but there are some things worse than
death."
Oreos grinned, but right before he plunged the sword at
Dark's throat, a paw grabbed his arm. Oreos looked to his side, and
saw the one person who he completely forgot.
"Flatfeet...?"
"Hey... did ya miss me?" the Squirrel grinned, pushing his
glasses back up his nose.
Oreos was practically gasping. He
dropped the sword.
"It's really you!"
"Finally! You
made it out! We've been looking for you all over the place!"
"I'm
sorry for pulling you guys into this... Oreos. You should know
better. No 99ner would ever turn his or her back on you, would you do
the same to them?"
"... I'm sorry... Dark...Blaze... The
Omega is strong"
"Yeah, yeah... just don't touch my sword
again, capische?"
"Bah, it's all good," Blaze grinned.
Suddenly he slapped his forehead. He just remembered that he had to
warn Sarge. He ran, a trail of dust behind him.
Shaking it off
Oreos turned to FlatFeet.
"Alright. You're here, does that mean
we've rescued you?"
"No. Chael helped free my mental
projection from the Omeag's grip. I'm here to help you
guys."
"Against what?"
Suddenly, the ground started
shaking.
", get ready guys, it's finally coming,"
FlatFeet said, staring at the massive cracks forming in the middle of
the street.
A massive paw reached up from the ground, but pretty
soon, the entire body rose from the concrete.
It was gigantic; it
had the form of one of the Komiz, but that was certainly to do with
the fact that the virus was programmed that way. It's vein showed
from all parts of his body, green and glowing liquid flowing in it.
It was three times the size of Dark, the tallest member of the
Platoon, and its pulsating red eyes meant it was ready to kill.
I have no more use for this weak mind; my powers have reached their
maximum. Once you've been destroyed I shall stimulate the sedated
virus in FlatFeet's bloodstream and be allowed full use of this
body's mind and power
"That's what you think
face." A flame-coloured feline stepped out of the nearest alleyway.
A brilliantly white Hawk and an enraged Tediz followed. With them
came the Professor.
"Sorry we're a little late," WWW
growled, staring at the mass of muscle that had risen from the
street. "Ricy and I got…caught up."
There was a flash of
white light, and a small silver orb appeared in front of them. A
white mist seeped out of it, floating towards Stealth and CoolGuy. At
once both sprung to their feet, ready for battle. The silver orb
struck FlatFeet in the chest, flooding the Squirrel with a sense of
confidence that he hadn't felt since his infection.
What
is this! the Omega growled, his words causing the crumbled
buildings around them to tremble.
Mon, RedStorm and Sarge walked
forwards, with the rejuvenated CoolGuy and Stealth following. At long
last there was a golden glow and the same metallic iris that Stealth
had seen expanded to reveal Chael, a wide grin on his white
muzzle.
"If you want FlatFeet," Sarge explained, "You're
going to have to go through all of us."
Surprisingly the Omega
began laughing. Sarge frowned. The other eyed each other warily, very
slowly arming their selves.
Blaze appeared, as if from no where,
panting from overuse of his incredible speed resort.
"Sarge!"
The
Omega's laughter shook the ground beneath their feet. A bulging
sack began to grow out from where the Omega's heart would be.
Slowly the flesh-like cocoon began to reveal the Squirrel trapped
within. Sarge's eyes went wide.
"Sarge…" Blaze gasped,
"He's got Deja!"
