I'd said I'd update soon, so here we are again.

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Blue Mage Quartet: Amy is dating Sonic and she couldn't be happier! Will their date be ruined? We'll find out, won't we? Tails does indeed keep weird plants. And they may just get wierder...

Maverick 87: Bark and Bean aren't shown in too may stories, but they like explosives, so they have to be in mine! Tails really made Sonic suffer last chapter, but don't feel too bad. He'll make it out of this one alive.

Captain Deoxys: You say interesting things! I like that. A kyuubi, huh? To tell you the truth, I was thinking of doing a Sonic crossover with Naruto. Would you like to see that? I don't think anyone's done it yet. And it makes so much sense, too. That goes for the rest of you readers out there, too. Let me know if you wanna see a Naruto crossover. I have some interesting ideas for that one...

Chapter 7 Road Rage


Station Square Mall, Men's Ware

Sonic stepped out of the dressing room wearing a dark navy blue suit. His single breasted jacket was open and he wasn't wearing anything under it. A vulture salesperson gently tapped him from behind and said, "Here, put this on," he said handing Sonic a white shirt and a red and white striped tie.

"What is this supposed to be?" Sonic asked.

"It's part of the suit, genius," the vulture snapped at him. "Put it on."

"Whatever," Sonic grumbled as he fastened every button on his shirt.

"Sonic, the tie matches your shoes!" Amy said. "Isn't that cool?

"Oh, those sneakers will have to go," the vulture said.

"No way, pal. The shoes stay where they are. I can't run around in fancy shoes."

"It's ok, Sonic. We'll leave the shoes. Nobody looks at your feet anyway," Amy said. "I think sneakers with suits are a cool mix.

"Ucchhhhh!" the vulture said, rolling his eyes. "How utterly distasteful. Mr. Hedgehog, as a national hero, certainly you could have chosen a woman with more class."

"What?" Amy shrieked. "Sonic! Did you hear what that vulture said?"

"Yeah, I heard it. All right, buzz boy. You're really starting to get on my nerves." Sonic reared back his fist and delivered an uppercut to the vulture's beak. The blow sent him smashing into a mirror.

"Wow! Sonic. You're such a hero!" Amy cheered. "Way to clobber that stupid buzzer!"

"Yeah, well, I've always wanted to kick someone's ass while wearing a suit, actually."

"You insolent hedgehogs," sneered the vulture. "I don't care if you are a national hero. Nobody messes with the Men's Department!" Just then, five more vulture salesmen in suits crowded around the hedgehogs.

"More Action?" The hedgehog smirked. "Awesome."

"Let me have some, Sonic," Amy grinned as her piko piko hammer appeared out of thin air. The vultures all looked very worried now. She lunged at all five of them, swinging her hammer in a wide arc, all the vultures were mowed down . Little pink hearts materialized into the air following the hammer's wake.

"Sonic! That was amazing! You really taught those ugly vultures a lesson."

"yeah, I was bored. I needed to blow off some steam. I have to admit, Amy, fighting with you is a lot of fun."

"Really, Sonic?"

"Really. Now how about that dinner," Sonic asked as he straightened his tie. As they exited the now demolished suit store, Sonic started to wonder, "Maybe this date won't be so bad after all."

Outside Station Square, Highway I97, over the river 6:00 PM

Bark raced down the highway, putting the pedal to the medal. In his big red Mack delivery truck, he plowed through everything on the highway. Police sirens wailed as they chased the hijacked truck. Bark noticed a helicopter overhead. Most likely the local news station.

"Cool, Bark. We're gonna be on TV!" Bean proclaimed, rubbing his hands together and laughing.

Bark just glared at his little green partner. It was his fault that they were caught robbing the fireworks factory. With Bean around, they had no choice, but to move in broad daylight. If they did it at night, Bean would have surely set off all the firecrackers.

"There's nothing cool about being followed by the cops," yelled Bark. "This is all your fault, so get those cops off our tails."

The green duck grinned, "With pleasure." He held up a circular black bomb that seemed to appear out of nowhere and hurled it out the window.

The cops in the closest car screamed in horror when they saw the bomb roll under them. The cop car erupted in an inferno that claimed the lives of two policemen. Bean never looked around long enough to see what an explosion victim actually looked like. It was enough just to know that somebody was engulfed in a bomb blast. He snickered to himself. There were so many police cars after them. He could blow them all up.

A gunshot took out the mirror on the driver's side. Bark growled and poked his head out the window to find that the perpetrator was a cop on his motorcycle. He was riding right beside the Mack truck. Firing another shot from his pistol, the cop blew a hole through Bark's red hat, leaving Bark's head unharmed.

"My hat! The bastard shot my hat!"

The cop was really close to the truck now. Bark knew that if the jerk got in another shot, he'd be dead.

"Fortunately, the idiot is close enough for me to do this," The polar bear extended his arm out of the truck's window, and grabbed the cop's head, lifting him off his motorcycle. His body was now dangling from Bark's powerful grip. Meanwhile, the motorcycle, without its driver, skidded onto the asphalt, spraying yellow sparks everywhere and confusing the police cars.

"N-no! No! Put me down!" the cop begged. "Aiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" he screamed until the powerful polar bear twisted the man's head off. A splattering of blood painted the already red Mack truck and stained Bark's white fur. The headless body tumbled under the truck, only to get crushed to fleshy goo under the truck's tires.

"Ha!" Bark let out a grim laugh, then tossed the human head at Bean.

"Ahhh! Get that thing out of my face!" Bean yelled. He tossed the head out the window, combined with another bomb. The duck didn't even look back to see what exploded. The sound was just as pleasurable as the sights for him.

With one hand on the wheel, Bark used his other hand to wipe the blood off his fur. "Looks like we're gonna be home free."

"Bark! You jackass! Watch the road!" screamed Bean. Bark looked down on the road to find it scattered with miniature bombs.

"Can't get out of the way!" Bark tried to swerve as far way as he could, but it was impossible. The tires ran over the spikes. The two criminals heard the unpleasant sound of slashed tires combined with the road erupting from dozens of explosions.

"I've lost control!"

Blown tires weren't the worst experiences for Bark and Bean. What really ruined their day was when the entire truck tipped over on its side. The impact sent Bean flying out the truck, sending him bouncing over the hard pavement. Every time he struck the cement street, more feathers and skins would get scraped off his body. The duck would only stop when the back of his head slammed into the bumper of a demolished police car, knocking him unconscious. Or into a coma. There weren't any doctors on the scene yet.

Meanwhile, Bark remained in the truck, pulling hard on the brakes, for all the good it did him. The truck managed to slide along the asphalt for a grand total of 35 seconds, allowing it to travel a distance well over 50 feet.

For Bark, the trip might as well have lasted an eternity. The powerful friction of steel against rock eventually put the truck to a stop. As the sparks faded away, large clouds of smoke filled the area in a gray haze.

"Uhhhhhhh!" Bark groggily hopped out of the driver's seat, but he collapsed onto the street.

"Not…uh…Not gonna take this lying down. Gotta get up."

Bark shuffled along the carnage around him. He felt like he had been killed more times than a cat had lives. In his dazed state, the polar bear thought like he must have died. He felt like he was one of the walking dead, just like in all the zombie movies that Bean love to watched. He lurched about, in no discernible pattern.

His face was covered in blood and broken glass. One thing caught his attention. The buzzing sound of a biplane. Bark looked up to see the Tornado biplane hovering above him with its well known pilot in the cockpit.

"Gotcha biatch!" Tells yelled out at Bark. Normally, Tails would never talk like that, but today he was feeling really confident and in the mood to deal out some punishment after the whole ninja ordeal. "Make a move, and I pump you up with every bullet I've got."

Bark didn't look like he cared. He was too out of it to care. The only response he gave to Tails' threat was a drop to his knees. His face nearly smacked the pavement again, but he just barely managed to keep himself up.

"What am I doing? I can't just kill him. He's already near death."

Tails landed the biplane next to Bark, then hopped out to tend to the wounded polar bear. In a gesture of genuine concern, the fox threw Bark's arm over his shoulder, so the wounded bear could have some means of support. "Hang on, Bark. We're gonna get you help. I promise. Come on. Walk with me. I'll get you into the Tornado. You'll be in a hospital in no time."

More police sirens blared and in no time, Tails found himself facing Station Square's entire SWAT team and their guns. The Chaotix van quickly followed.

"Tails! What are you doing here?" Charmy called out to him from the air.

"Saving the day, I guess," the vulpine answered with a grin and a thumbs up.

"Hey, dumbass!" yelled out one of the SWAT members. "Let go of that bear, he's a killer."

"What, Bark here? No, he's harmless now. Why don't you guys take him? He needs medical atten-"

Suddenly, the bear woke up from his stupor and grabbed Tails by his neck. He swung the vulpine around, using him as a shield between him and the cops.

"Let the kid go!" Vector yelled, baring his SPAS-12 shotgun in Bark's direction.

Bark was always the quiet type. In a situation like this, Bean would probably rattle off some smartass response. Bark preferred a more direct approach.

With the fox still held in his powerful grasp, Bark used his free hand to lift up an empty police car and throw it at the crowd.

The police and the chaotix scattered to avoid being pulverized by the vehicle. That allowed Bark the window he needed to avoid getting riddled with the bullets. With speed and agility that his bulk concealed, he leapt into the SWAT truck.

"What? Are you nuts?" Tails exclaimed. "You're still trying to make a getaway? You'll never make it out of here!"

"Shut up! You should've thought about that before going all gung-ho on us!"

"Listen, Bark," Tails pleaded. "They can go easy on you. You shouldn't do this."

"I said shut up!" Bark screamed. This time he mercilessly pounded Tails' face into the dashboard. One strike knocked the fox out cold.

"Whichever cop was driving this thing was in too big a rush to take out the keys. Good news for me." Bark smirked to himself and turned on the ignition. He was ready to make his getaway.

The SWAT truck raced through the highway. It wasn't easy thanks to Tails' explosions turning an otherwise smooth surface into disarray.

He's getting away!" Vector shouted, pointing his gun at the SWAT truck. "To the Crocmobile!"

"You're not actually going to use that thing, are you?" Espio asked.

"Why not? We're running out of time, anyway."

Vector ran back to the chaotix spy van, hopped into the driver's seat, and pressed a large green button. The normal looking van started to shift and it morphed into a huge, green, hi tech tank. A pair of rockets came out of the rear.

"Get in, guys!" the crocodile ordered.

"I'm not getting in there," Espio grumbled. "That thing hasn't even been tested yet."

"But Tails built it for us. I'm sure he would appreciate it if we used it to save him."

"You go ahead. I'll stop Bark my own way."

"Ignore him, Vector. He's just mad that we didn't paint the car purple," Charmy said.

"Purple? I'm not riding no damn pimpmobile!"

"I didn't want to ride in a car that's nuclear powered!" Espio shot back.

"Nuclear?" Vector asked, looking very shocked. "That is very pimp like. But this is still the crocmobile. Now to activate. Atomic batteries to power. Turbines to speed!"

With the press of another button, the crocmobile's nuclear engines roared to life. A gout of flame poured forth from the rear rockets. A deafening roar blasted through the air, sending the car speeding down the highway.

"What's that sound?" Bark asked as he adjusted his mirror. "A green fireball?

"Green fireball?" repeated a groggy voice. Tails was awake again. "I like that sound of that."

"Who asked you?" Bark snapped at the fox. "I bet you have something to do with this, too!"

Bark really wanted to kill that two tailed fox. Every drop of blood that continued to pour down that battered face added more to his rage. He knew Bean would have just thrown a bomb at Tails, but Bark had a number of different, more grotesque ideas.

The polar bear probably would've killed Tails at this point, but having a hostage helped and he had to figure out what to do about that green thing coming after him.

The sounds were getting louder. Barks winced as the roar of the rockets drilled into his ears. Suddenly, his whole world became green as the tank jetted by. As the green blur continued to go faster, Bark noticed that the SWAT vehicle was going slower. His tires were feeling more resistance.

Bark poked his head out the window and bent down to look at his tires. They were buried deep in melted asphalt. He breathed deeply, frustrated about his predicament, but relieved that the blaring rockets were gone.

His relief was crushed when he heard a pair of booming loudspeakers.

"Attention, Bark! This is the Chaotix Detective Agency! You're under arrest. Give yourself up…" There was silence for a moment. Then, a pair of machine guns that resembled crocodile heads came out of the front of the tank. "…Or else."

"What the Hell is this?" Bark shouted, looking more flabbergasted than anything else.

"I built that for them," Tails proudly explained. "It's a nuclear powered tank that can easily reach supersonic speeds. Its rockets are hot enough to melt anything it drives over. That was actually an oversight. It can't fly yet, but I was meaning to make some modifications and…"

"Shut up!"

"To sum it up, it's the Crocmobile."

"I can't believe you don't shut up! Why don't you shut up?"

"Because if you kill me now, there's nothing stopping that tank and the SWAT team from blowing you away."

"Ugh! Not only does this kid not shut up, but he has to be right, on top of that."

Bark saw that a shotgun as left behind in the truck, so he grabbed and pulled the gun to Tails' head. "Come with me!" he barked.

Bark calmly stepped out of the truck just like the chaotix ordered. His left arm was wrapped around Tails, holding him in a vise. His right arm was holding the shotgun's trigger, pointed at he fox's head.

"What are you gonna do now? Huh? Shoot me?"

Vector stepped out of the crocmobile, gun raised to the polar bear and said, "Don't make this difficult, Bark."

"And what if I do, Croc boy?"

A lot of thoughts went through Vector's mind as they engaged in this standoff. "Something's definitely not right here. Bark has never acted like this before. And how the Hell did he throw that police car? Bottom line, he was never that strong, that vicious. I'll have to stop him…at any cost.

"Then I'll just take you down. And I don't care about what happens to the fur ball," Vector snarled.

"Vector…" Tails said, barely audibly. He was too shocked to speak properly.

"Go ahead, Bark. It's your move."

Too be Continued in Chapter 8...

Next time: What will happen to Tails, the Chaotix, and everybody else who's doing stuff in the words written above you?

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