Author's note: Guys, sorry about this, but this is last chapter. Ceaira's story is, as I have stressed, short. If I were to write it all together, I would end up writing Knuckles Adventure: The Last of my Kind all over again! All you really need to know is the very beginning of her life and what happens after Knuckles killed the Beast.
Chapter Four: Everything Else in a Nutshell
2 weeks later: Day of attack
"You know the plan, correct?"
Ceaira rolled her eyes. "The Beast has already made his way through the blue one. Sadly, we couldn't catch him. The fox was easy enough prey."
"And Knuckles?"
"It seems we let him live, for now. We went back to collect him, and he was gone; any ideas?"
The man shrugged. "I am aware of a slight connection between Knuckles and a group known as Team Chaotix. I will give you a map to their home. You need to come up with some story so they will give you the location of Knuckles."
Ceaira nodded and walked out of the base. She didn't much like the man who had taken her in after she destroyed her village, but he promised to help her, if she helped him. It was a simple exchange, you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours. Though, Ceaira didn't have any plans on helping the man with his crazy dream to conquer the world, she could keep him thinking that she would.
She remembered everything she was told of the Knuckles. His file told her that he was an echidna. As of right now, he was 20. She had looked at his picture with a sneer. For the longest time her village had thought that the Echidna race was dead and gone forever. His file also stressed that the red devil was gullible. She had decided to use that against him. Slowly, as she walked, her body morphed into a green echidna. He clothing shaped with her body, as she had learned to do from Marret. She remembered reading about his intense strength and hot temper. She could also use that. She continued walking
At the office, she heard from inside a fight. She shrugged, not really concerned on why these creatures fought with each other. She was hardly ever concerned with any one anymore. She waited a few seconds and then knocked on the door.
"I'll get it!" A voice called from inside the office. Ceaira waited calmly as she heard voices inside and the sound of feet running to the door. It swung open. Ceaira nearly jumped at the sight of the creature standing there, and the creature looked just as shocked as she felt. It gulped. "NO WAY; Vector!"
Ceaira jumped at the cry from the creature. There was a voice that came to the door. Ceaira couldn't make out what it said until the cry came louder. "Coming Espio!"
There was more foot steps and a crocodile entered the door way. Ceaira guessed that he was Vector and the purple creature was Espio. "You know," she muttered, "purple is a girl color"
"I'm not purple!" The chameleon growled.
"Espio, shut up!" Vector snapped.
Ceaira let out a short chuckle at the two's argument. "Well, I'm not," Espio hissed.
The croc rolled his eyes. "How may I help you?"
Ceaira sighed. "I'm looking for someone who lives on the floating Island."
"You mean, Angel Island?" Espio asked.
"Yeah, Angle Island," Ceaira said. Espio narrowed his eyes at the mispronunciation.
"It's Angel," Espio growled. Vector rolled his eyes.
"Espio, forget it! It's a common mistake," he said. "He turned back to Ceaira. "Yeah, we know who lives up there."
"And you can take him!" Espio snarled, leaning against the wall.
"Don't listen to him. He is in a bad mood," Vector said with a smile. "He's here actually."
"The Red one is here?"
Espio cocked his head. "I thought you didn't know who you were looking for."
"I don't," Ceaira growled.
"Liar!" Espio screamed. Vector went to shut the door.
"What in the world has gotten into Espio?"
"Nothing," Espio snarled, staring at Ceaira.
"Good," Vector hissed. Ceaira listened for a few more minutes to the small argument between them.
"So, he is here?" Ceaira cut in before the two got ready to kill each other. Vector nodded. "May I see him?"
"No," Espio snarled.
Vector rolled his eyes. "Sure, he's inside."
Well, you know the rest of the story, but there is one more thing that needs to be told before you leave. Here it is…..
Three weeks after the Beast's death…
"What are you doing?" Espio screamed
Vector growled, "We may have a criminal in our house, but that does not mean we can starve her!"
"Yes it does! It was bad enough that you didn't take her to the cops when you had the chance, and now you are acting like she is an honored guest," Espio snarled.
Vector rolled his eyes. "This is one of the reason I didn't want Knuckles to know that we kept her here! He would be just as hard-headed as you are!"
Espio stood only to fall onto the wall in pain.
"How many times are you going to do that before you realize that you are hurt?" Vector snapped.
"Don't give me this! I'm perfectly fine!"
"FINE?" Vector screamed. Espio back up into the wall. He wasn't used to this temper of Vector. "You are lucky to be alive!"
"Don't give me this speech again!"
"Why not? That thing could have easily killed you!" Vector yelled, getting angrier at Espio.
"Oh, shut up! The Beast didn't do this to me, Knuckles did!"
Vector stared at Espio. "WHAT?" H yelled. "Knuckles did this to you? Knuckles attacked you!"
Espio winced. They were supposed to keep that a secret, but Espio and his big mouth. "Vector, listen, he got mad…"
"No dip he got mad! I can't believe this!"
"What can't you believe? That I kept something from you or that Knuckles got mad enough to break my ribs? Vector, it's nothing…"
"NOTHING? He almost killed you and you expect me to call it nothing? Espio, what am I going to do with you?"
"Go feed you prisoner," Espio snapped and left the room
Vector snarled and picked up the tray he was going to bring Ceaira. Mumbling softly, the croc knocked on the door of Ceaira's room. "Hey," he said calmly. There was no answer. He wasn't surprised. The creature had never spoken to him since she arrived. Vector shook his head. He opened the door. The room was completely empty. He looked around. There was a slight breeze and he looked at the window. The curtains fluttered in the wind coming through the open window.
The end...? Or is it? Ok, it ain't! There will be one more story in the series and I'm sure it will please you guys! I will hopefully have it up soon. Maybe today, if not, definately next week. Sorry about the long waits for updates. I have band practice a lot, and then writer's block! See you guys in the third story, Take All of Me.