An Ancient Hero: An Archie Comics Based Fiction

CHAPTER ONE

IN THE BEGINNING

A/N: hey all your readers out there. Glad you made it passed the prologue. For those of you who aren't following along to well, the first part of this chapter is based in the mobian past hopefully explaining a few questions about how the mobians came into being and will work its way to the present from that point. Also, I noticed that in my prologue I mentioned that there were seven cryogenic cylinders, well actually it was supposed to be eight but you know what I think I'll just run with it the way it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Sonic characters nor any of the Archie Comics characters; I'm just using them to introduce my character and other characters of my own design.

Earth: 1940's

An alien ship lands in the New Mexican dessert and is picked up by none other that the military and rushed to an installation at Groom Lake in Nevada. There the alien ambassador was taken and dissected by the curious humans.

A.D. 2000

The aliens (known as the Xorda) jumped to the conclusion that the Earthlings were a hostile race and began to bombard the earth with gene bombs (bombs designed to annihilate their enemies at the genetic level) almost a century later.

However, the human race was not completely erased from existence, small populations of them survived and began to rebuild what they once had. The rebuilding was hard and slow, but gradually take shape long after the Xorda left. There were, however, some side effects from the gene bombs. The gene bombs had to contain human DNA in order to wipe out that particular type of gene sequence. This soon led to the human genome being transferred to the some of the lower life on the planet.

A.D. 2400

In just under four hundred years this new race was already to the same intellectual level as their human predecessor. They formed a language of there own both written and spoken and developed a complex society that rivaled that of the humans. Nobody had expected for these creatures to develop so quickly, some even thought of them as abominations and wanted nothing to do with them.

Another twenty years later, the new species (which scientists now called anthromorphs) started to learn the English language. Whether they self taught themselves or a band of humans taught them, no one really cared. When these anthromorphs first requested to live in the newly rebuilt human cities, most of the human inhabitants were a bit skeptical of the idea. But the cities allowed them to live in the cities under one condition; they would have to wear clothing in order to make the humans feel a bit more comfortable.

The anthromorphs agreed to the arrangements. And so for a time there was peace. But peace never lasts.

Megalopolis (former New York City plus surrounding cities area)

The year is 2449, late July. It's a night like any other night here in this overly large city, especially for a dinky little bar on the east side of the island that rests to the north of the landlocked city. The writing on the glass door of the bar says Angie's Bar in bold red letters that you'd have to be completely drunk to it miss even on a dark night like this one. Though the windows of the bar you can see two people working on what looks like last minute cleaning around the place. The two people you can make out quite clearly, the taller of the two is a young woman the proprietor of the establishment (owner for those who don't know what I just said) Angelica (Angie) Valdez. Average size for a human female, 5'5" give or take, around twenty-nine years old, brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight Italian mobster type of accent with matching attitude. She's wearing a plain orange colored T-shirt with cutoff jean shorts and black tennis shoes.

The second of the two people is an anthromorphic hedgehog simply called Spyke. As far as hedgehogs go he's slightly taller than average, by about four inches so that makes him 4'6" approximately, he's also twenty-nine years old with navy-blue quills, peach colored fur (starting to sound a little similar to another blue hedgehog I know but there's a difference) and naturally golden-yellow eyes. He is wearing a red T-shirt with baggy blue military style pants and dark gray combat boots that have latching buckles instead of laces, and a pair of gloves that have Velcro on them to make sure that they stay on. Now they had been friends for more or less ten years now, they really couldn't remember seeing as how time flies and all. And when she got this bar she immediately thought of hiring him as the bar tender above all else. Needless to say he accepted the job offer.

They were just finished cleaning the bar's counter top off and were starting to turn off the lights when from out of the blue Angie made a comment that chilled Spyke to the bone, "so what did you get Kat for you guys' anniversary?"

"Uh oh," was all that escaped his lips.

"Oh man, you forgot didn't you?" she prodded.

"Great, just great, I cant believe I forgot again!" he fumed. Like any guy, Spyke has a tendency to forget things pretty easily.

Katherine or Kat as she's called by her friends is a sky-blue colored hedgehog, average height for a hedgehog 4'2". She usually likes to wear her blue skirt that goes down almost to her knees with a matching blue blouse, although she does sometime wear blues shorts instead of the skirt. Her shoes are nothing to special just some white tennis shoes for everyday use, although she does have other pairs of shoes. He and Kat have been married for about a year and were trying to start a family but so far have had no luck.

"Well Sherlock it's been nice knowing ya," she jeered.

"Don't count me out yet I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Unless you can pull a diamond necklace out of your pocket you don't have a prayer of surviving the night."

"Nothing quite that flashy but to an extent maybe," he said with a small smirk on his face.

She shrugged and preformed the crucifix then proceeded to lock up the bar.

The walk home for Spyke wasn't really a long road but for the fact that he needed to find a store that sell the kind of flowers that he needed to buy in order to save his skin was what took him forever. Finding a flower shop open at ten in the evening is kind of hard. But he managed to find one about three blocks away from work before it got too late. Now all he had to do was walk nine blocks back to his house before twelve o'clock and he'd be home free (easier said than done).

Despite the distance, he made it back to their apartment with a few minutes to spare. He snuck up the fire escape with the stealth that would make a church mouse envious. As he approached the window to his apartment he paused momentarily, ducking to the side of the window to make certain that his wife wouldn't see him. Once he was sure that, he proceeded to unlock the window with an old paper clip. He carefully wiggled and twitched the paper clip so as not to make a sound, and to the untrained ear it would have sounded like he wasn't even there. He managed to get the window unlocked and carefully opened it. He spotted his wife on the small sofa that sat in front of a small but decent color television. He began his approach silently and swiftly, he brought his weapon, the two roses he bought, to bear. When all of the sudden she whipped around with the same speed and agility he had used and just gave him the biggest grin that had gotcha written all over it.

"Are those for me?" she asked expectantly.

"Yep," he replied. 'How can she always know were I am?' he thought.

"Oh you shouldn't have."

"Heh," he laughed with a grin on his face, "happy anniversary dear."

Kat looked at him as if he had lost his mind. With an eyebrow quirked she told him, "It's not our anniversary," she said. "Our anniversary was last month." She didn't have time to say anything else before she saw her beloved shaking his hand in front of his face with his eyes closed and muttering something about "killing her" which Kat assumed to be Angie.

With a little laugh, she tried to calm her husband down. After about five minutes he calmed down when Kat threatened to not let him have dinner, which, as it turns out, was his favorite, spaghetti and meatballs.

With dinner done and their dishes washed and put away, they made their way to bed. Though still a little upset, Spyke decided that he'd forgive Angie for that little prank she pulled… at lest until tomorrow then… revenge.

Earlier that day, G.U.N. military HQ.

A young lieutenant walks down a long corridor in a massive complex with a file under his are with big bold letters on it saying "Classified: Level four clearance required." As he came to the end of the corridor he sees his destination and gives a sigh of relief that he didn't have to walk any more was a rather relieving thought but another thought entered his mind about what he needed to do next. The young officer reached out and knocked on the door to his superior's office he began to visibly sweat out of nervousness. "Come in," a voice from inside called. The subordinate obeyed and entered the office. There before him was his superior, a man in his forties, in a green uniform, graying hair, and a receding hairline. The elder of the two held the rank of general and had a feel of strictness about him. "Well?" the general asked. The young officer stuttered as he talked.

"Well sir it is just as you feared the enemy is moving much more quickly than we had anticipated and is amassing a large army as they move."

"Damn! I told those blasted bureaucrats up at the capital that they would try something like this but they never listen," the general exclaimed at the top of his voice.

"The president has ordered the draft of both anthro and human males that are registered."

"Very well, you see that it's done. I'll have to go and see the members of congress about some other matters."

"Yes sir," the lieutenant replied straightening up and saluting.

Beneath the city: at the same time.

A man in a cloak and hood sat in the dark abandoned subway tunnel that served as his base of operations. He sat there in a dimly lit area possibly an old switching station for what seemed like hours on end just waiting. Suddenly a voice came from behind him. A calm, cold voice that sounded as if the person behind it was always thinking, calculating ways of killing you. "Sir our allies have begun their move."

"Good. Everything is going according to schedule."

End of chapter one

A/N: well I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter not a whole lot here cause I wanted the first chapter to introduce the characters that you will play a major role in the first couple of chapters. If you have anything that you would like to me to fix or re-write then place it in the review or e-mail me. I also have an AIM screen name, which is listed, on my homepage at xanga. But to get there you need to go back to my fan fiction page to get to the link. Oh well thanks for reading and please review.