IMPORTANT: All credits go to the Sonic Team who originally blessed us with a courageous, kind hearted, friendly, blue hedgehog. Only the main plot of the story is mine.
NOTE: No sexual scenes. Romantic relationship between Amy Rose and Sonic the Hedgehog. Rouge and Knuckles may never admit their true feelings for each other. No other relationships are mentioned in this story, but one of the main characters will have unrequited feelings for Amy...
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I will now be providing you all with my next chapter for, "Hidden Darkness," the first of the "Light in the Darkness" trilogy.
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Rising Darkness
- Hidden Darkness -
Chapter 7: The Silent Place
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Bzzzzzz!
The loud droning and electric sound, from his welding machine, drowned out the knocking on the door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Bzzzzz!
Face scrunched with concentration, he did not hear the banging on his door, as he was of one mind with his task at hand.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The knocking soon became a slamming, as if someone was trying to break down the door with a hammer.
Bzzzzzz-
"Who's there!" shouted Tails as he pulled off his welder's helmet and started to rise from the ground. He took a minute to admire his work.
His Tornado looked more pristine and was made of a stronger metal to maintain its integrity in case a swishing tail, which the little fox had gotten the idea from Sonic's latest battle with the ice beast, came crashing down upon the plane, in an attempt to make it fall from the sky.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
A muffled screaming sound, from the other side, made the fox rush over to the door.
"One minute please!" He called out as he reached for the knob, opened the door and -
Was knocked out, as the object, that was practically breaking down the door earlier, came slamming into his face.
He reeled back and hit the floor, immediately unconscious. A great shadow was cast over the now unconscious Tails, as the person or creature, belonging to the shadow, lowered a large object. The object that had knocked Tails out.
Where am I? Shadow the Hedgehog thought as he looked around.
The place he now found himself in was a bare, white, and lightless spacious place. There were no walls, no gates, nothing that indicated there was a separation. There were no limits either, the place seemed endless. The only thing that indicated any normalcy was a door.
The door was a dark black, with delicate interwoven patterns of violet framing each side. As Shadow, curiosity getting the better of him, approached the door, he soon realized that the patterns, which he thought were part of the door's design, were not. In fact, the patterns seemed strangely familiar.
They were thick, deep violet and shadowy, like the very essence of darkness itself. Shadow tried to wave the deep dark shadows away, but they clung, insistently, on to the door. Shadow shaking his head, in annoyance, pushed his hand through the thickness of the shadows.
His hand passed through the darkness, as easily as it would through fog, but this was no fog. As soon as his hand passed through the smoky darkness, the shadows twisted and writhed, forming tight around his hand.
What the - Shadow started with confused panic as he struggle to break free. But the darkness was not going to relent, as it started inching up to his wrists. Then from his wrists, to his lower arm. Then his lower arm, to his elbow. And once from his elbow, it began to curl up faster and faster.
Stop! Shadow called out, at least he tried. But he soon realized, he could not speak. It had nothing to do with the darkness. And it had nothing to do with him. He soon came to the horrible realization that this place, whatever it was had been way too silent. So silent, that he could not even speak, himself.
Nooo! He tried to scream as the darkness soon began to suffocate him.
Ooooo! Ughhhh! My head. Silver groaned, at least he tried to, but no sound came out. Maybe, the sound even dissipated once it issues from his mouth.
I cannot talk. Or maybe, I cannot hear myself. Could it be...wait who, who could it be. It was right in my head… Silver fought to remember. To remember, something. But what?
Where am I anyway? He thought, giving up the effort to try to remember what he couldn't and the effort to try to say something, aloud.
He looked around. Spacious, white, lightless. Yet, he could still see around him.
Strange… he tried to mutter, but remembered he couldn't or at least, no sound could be heard.
He walked a little further, hoping to see something other than the blank darkness. But nothing changed, except for the door.
He walked to it, but then stopped. Thought against it and moved on. The door he had passed by, was a black door. Overlapping patterns of violet, were decorating the sides.
He found yet another door. This door was a deep, dark red. As he stepped closer, he realized the door was moving. Closer still and he saw the door was covered in oozing, bubbling, molten lava.
I must go through there. Silver thought as he stepped, gingerly, toward the door, and reached for the door knob, which was a brilliant blood red, glittering with embers.
Ouuuuch! Silver tried to call out, as he came in contact with the door knob. He looked down at his hand, it was red from the hot heat that seared his gloved hand.
Okay…So I cannot open this door...Maybe...Maybe what… The poor hedgehog was stumped, how could he find a way through the door?
I just want to see what's behind it. I need to see what's behind it. Suddenly a creak. And the door was opened, but how?
It did not matter to Silver as he walked cautiously through the door. Once inside, the door closed behind him, a lock clicking from the outside. There was no going back.
Shivering in the lightless and empty space, Dr. Eggman, had to remind himself what was going on. He was the only one who remembered what had happened. The events that got them here, in the first place.
I need to remember. That no matter what, I cannot give in. Ugh, when I get my hands on that little... thought the mad genius, for he knew this place would keep him from speaking out loud, from making any noise at all. Just to confirm this, the mad scientist jumped up and down. Just as he thought, silence. The sounds of his stomping, were absorbed or dissipated by whatever this place was.
The mad doctor continued his journey, through the vastness. He came to a door. A door that was black, with twisting and unfurling dark shadows clinging to the sides of the door.
No. I will not open it. He fought his curiosity and continued walking, the door vanished into thin air.
A little while later, he came to another door. This door was a brilliant, dark red. Molten lava oozed and bubbled on the surface of the door. The knob was a blood red, glowing with embers. Flames, unseen to anyone but himself, burst from the knob. They were tiny, and not so hot, as only little whips of smoke rose from it, and a tiny glow emanated.
No! Not this door, not any door. I will not...must not...give in. And he walked away, leaving the door sealed shut. That door also dissolved into nothingness.
He soon came to a third door. This door was an emerald green, with many dimensions of green, unlike any other green, he had seen. Except on one particular, emerald. The door blew open, he could see a green, grassy, and beautiful oasis, tempting him to enter.
No! Never! I will not fall for this! And the door slammed shut with, a loud echo. The door dissolved, into the background, gone.
But in place of the door, was something else. Someone else. Someone that made the doctor's blood boil and made him break into a nervous sweat.
Should have picked those doors, Doctor. the someone that stood in front of him, laughed silently. Could have avoided this, but oh well. Let's have some fun!
Knuckles woke up from his deep sleep, feeling like someone had beat him on the head.
Just like if Amy hit me with her hammer. Damn...I cannot hear what I am saying. Or maybe, I cannot say anything. Am I mute?
Being a hotheaded, know-it-all, talker, this made the redhead start to panic. He grabbed at his throat, as if he was being strangled. He then cupped his hands together, over his mouth, and tried to call out. Nothing. His shout could not be heard.
Ugh. I hate this. What is this place? And why is everything so quiet? Why can I not speak!
Knuckles then started to investigate, as was his natural reaction. He glided to the left and then to the right, trying to find an end to this lightless, white, blank, and empty spacious place. But try as he might, Knuckles could not find anything at all, well except for the single black door.
He studied it from far away. The door was completely black, ebony in color, like Shadow, minus the crimson red stripes he had. The door also had some violet, thick, wispy, mist like shadows curling around the sides, concealing the door knob.
Hmmmm... thought Knuckles as he moved slowly to the door. This looks strangely familiar. At least the smoky, dark shadows do. I wonder…
He reached for the door, trying to find the handle. But before he could pass his hand through the shadows, the door dissolved.
What! Knuckles tried to exclaim, but couldn't make a sound, of course. Hmmm...strange.
Knuckles continued to glide through the air, until he saw another door. This door was red. There was melting, bubbling, steaming hot lava oozing on the door. But the door was not melting. Knuckles looked at the knob, it was blood red with glittering embers.
Looks like it might be hot. He guessed and reached for the knob, carefully, but that door soon vanished as well.
What the heck. thought the echidna as he looked around for the door, but it was gone.
I guess I should move on. I need to find another door, then I can get out this horrible place.
Knuckles came upon a third door. This door was a brilliant emerald green, with many dimensions more than the usual green.
It is the same exact color, the same exact shade, the same exact dimensions, of the Master Emerald. he mused as he stood, staring at the door, in awed and forced silence.
The door suddenly creaked open. Unlike all the other doors, when the echidna approached, it did not shift away into the background of blank white. Knuckles made a run for the door, just in case. Besides, the area inside, was Angel Island.
Home, sweet home!
And the door closed behind him, with a slam. Locks clicked, keeping him from leaving. Not that he would want to. Knuckles smiled and breathed in the familiar air. He stretched and then ran over to where he knew Sky Sanctuary awaited.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" A voice spoke. Actually spoke, there was sound.
Knuckles whirled around, but no one was there. Soon he realized that the voice was his own. He now realized he could hear birds chirping, insects shifting in the grass, and bees buzzing to the flowers.
There was also color. Many different kinds. Blues of the sky, pinks of the flowers, green of the grass, and many other colors for the insects and other flowers that grew on the ground, trees, and the plant that clung to the walls of the hills.
"I will never take this for granted ever again." Knuckles laughed as he raced over to a rocky hill, climbing up it.
He then threw himself into the air, gliding and listening to the wind whistling as he soared through the air. He then jumped down from the tree he had clambered up, and dusted himself off.
"Time to get back to work." He said as he took a handful of flowers and walked off to where the sanctuary was waiting for him.
He continued his stroll, through the beautiful scenic area. Crossing the oasis and beaches of the Island. He finally found himself walking up the stone steps of the sanctuary, ascending little by little. For this place was sacred and running to it would be almost sacrilegious.
When he finally reached the top of the sanctuary, where his throne was, he saw that someone was already seated there. That someone was him.
"I have been waiting for you." the other him gruffly growled. "What took you so long, Knuckles?" and the other Knuckles gave a nasty smile, eyes flashing with malicious intent.
S-S-Sonic! exclaimed Eggman as he squinted at his smiling nemesis How did you get here?!
What do you mean, Doctor. laughed the hedgehog as he raised an eyebrow, tauntingly at the mad man.
Well. I guess you wouldn't know. At least, you wouldn't remember. Eggman faltered,feeling very embarrassed at having asked such a ridiculous question.
Of course I wouldn't. smiled the azure hedgehog as he circled around the nervous mad scientist, who begin to twiddle his fingers. But that only applies if I was him.
What do you mean! Eggman tried to exclaim, in confusion.
Just that. I am not him. laughed Sonic as he stepped closer to Eggman, who nervously stumbled back, lost his footing and landed on his backside.
Leave me alone! Eggman tried to cry out.
I knew you were afraid of me.
I am not. protested the mad scientist, shaking his head, fervently.
Oh, but you are. laughed Sonic as he continued walking towards the frightened man, who was quaking in his boots, and barely getting back up.
I know everything. And I know your fears. I know that you have nightmares of me, almost all the time.
No! he exclaimed in response, jumping to his feet and pointing savagely at the hedgehog. I fear no one! No one, you hear!
If that is so, then why am I here? mused the hedgehog, calmly examining his fingers.
Oh well, stay in denial. Doesn't change anything. And the hedgehog laughed, one last time, before lunging at his nemesis.
Ahhhh! Eggman jumped out of the way, as his foe tried to speed attack him
Leave me alone, you horrid little hedgehog!
Stop moving! This is what you deserve. For the part you play in this.
Sonic's electric green eyes flashed as if they were made of lightning.
He punched the mad scientist in the stomach, kicking at Eggman, as he silently heaved, doubled over, from lack of breath.
That's it. And the mad genius doctor, standing to his feet, slapped the hedgehog from the air, knocking him to the ground.
Yes indeed.
And the hedgehog began to change form. His azure blue became a darker blue, his eyes no longer green, but white. No pupils to be seen. Darkness radiated from his body and he grinned, flashing, gleaming white, fanged teeth.
Oh my…
Yes. said Dark Sonic, as his laughter sent chills down Eggman's spine.