Alright, I have made an extremely late new year's resolution. My resolution: upload at least one chapter of my story per day. Now I know that this will be very hard, and at some points in time impossible what with my schedule. Also thanks for the new reviews, glad to hear the story hasn't gotten bad!
Anywhoo, onward!
I awoke in a small stone room, a pile of straw in one corner and something that looked suspiciously like dried blood in the other. One side had no wall and instead was replaced by crisscrossing metal bars and a large locked door. I managed to get to my feet, walking over to the bars. They were cold to the touch, enough to make me draw back and hiss in pain. A sinister laughter echoed through the halls, and I could hear the clacking of shoes on the stone. The muscular man I had seen before appeared in front of me, a triumphant look on his face.
"Do you like our new cages?" he asked. When I didn't answer, he moved on."So, you are an alien, no?" he questioned me.
"It is clear that you are not Mobians, so yes I would assume so." I growled, hating this man more and more every passing second.
"You talk like you didn't mean to come here. Am I correct?" his expression grew suddenly serious.
I decided to go along with him, answering his question. "No, I was unwillingly teleported here."
The man lifted one eyebrow. "Oh really? Why should I believe you when I hear this every day?" he flicked a switch and suddenly I could hear it, the cry of millions calling for help.
"I swear, I didn't mean to come here!"
"Please sir, let me leave!"
"It was an accident, I didn't mean to!"
I fell back, shocked by how many voices there were. "T-there all aliens?" I asked the man, who merely shook his head in response.
"Over two million imprisoned here." He said, flipping the switch once again. The sound ceased, and I lay back, clutching my head. "Now," he continued, "How do you claim you got here?"
I drummed my fingers against the floor, slightly annoyed. How dare he imprison me? But, just maybe, my captor might become my greatest asset. "Your name?" I hissed.
The man looked slightly peeved himself. "Simon." Was his brief answer.
I let a dark smile stretch across my face, and began to talk.
Simon smashed his hand down on the long mahogany table, causing the other generals around him to mutter slightly, a worried look on his face.
"You say our mission is to hunt down every one of these vile alien scum, and yet we hear of one and you turn your head? It's an outrage! A scandal!" he proceeded to yell at an elderly man who sat at the head of the table, obviously the man in charge.
"I want to hunt down these aliens as much as you do," the man started to rasp. "But it's not the mission that worries me; it's the source you got it from."
"But his story checks out!" Simon cried out, causing the man to shake his head.
"No, and that's final agent 45." And with that he stood up, a long red cape unfurling from his shoulders. He swept out of the room, causing everyone to get up and dismiss themselves.
Simon sat there, ignoring the other generals stares, his gaze focused on one spot on the table. If only he could convince that old codger to listen to him! But, if he did find proof that this alien existed, then the old man would have to believe him! And with a smirk, he got up quickly, his hand falling in place next to the gun he carried with him always.
He walked down twisting corridors, ignoring the screams and pleads of the captured aliens. When some people first heard that sound, it would make them crack. Some would simple brush past it, trying their best to ignore it. But no matter how evil of a person you were, the sound of millions imprisoned would still get to you. You could push it away, or use it as a motivation.
Simon reached my cell, and I glanced up at him, my red eyes casting an eerie glow in the dark room. "So? Are they letting us find him?" I asked him, making him shake his head.
"No." he looked away. "But I am." The door to my prison swung open, and I felt two cuffs on my arms snap together, held by a magnetic seal. He dragged me out of the cage, and I inhaled sharply, hearing the cries of the other prisoners once more.
"How do you just ignore that?" I asked quietly, my voice full with more anger than ever.
He sighed. "You don't." he said with a small shrug of his shoulders."
We snuck past guards, robots, and just about anything else that came in our way before we reached a large circular room, in the middle a control panel jutting out of the floor. I looked around casually as Simon marched up to the panel, punching a few buttons violently. There was a quick flash of bright light, and when it died down, we were back in the place I was captured.I doubled over, causing Simon to glance back lazily.
"How do you stand that?" I wheezed, completely out of breath.
"That you learn to get used to. We use it to go where our missions take us." He said, looking back ahead.
I gasped slightly, and my head snapped up. "This way." Was all I said, taking off at a fast pace toward the setting sun. Simon jogged next to me, looking confused.
"How can you tell?" he asked me.
"Just trust me; I know what I'm doing. I've hunted this alien down countless times before."
And with that we arrived at a large hill, and at the top rested a small bi-plane that had two passengers in it, and the younger one was climbing out. That's when we both saw it, a small black figure on an outcropping of the hill.
"That's him, isn't it?" Simon asked me, pulling out a camera and taking a few shots of him.
"Yes." Was all I answered, lifting my palms.
"Is that…" Simon trailed off, squinting at the two humans with the alien. His eyes grew wide. "No…"
Around me burst a ring of flames that consumed the dry husks of the corn greedily, spreading beyond me and Simon, toward the hill. I grabbed Simon's wrist, hitting some small buttons on his wristband. The flash of white light came back, and this time we ended up back in the circular room, both of us leaning against a wall.
"You idiot!" Simon yelled at me. "You might of killed those two humans!"
"No." I shook my head. "He got them out. Besides, you would have been killed if you faced him alone. Now you have proof that he exists. You have pictures of Shadow the Hedgehog."
Hm. Reading this I realize that I really should have the category as Angst/action. Oh well.
Whoo! Long chapter!
Anywhoo, R&R!
-that's a dinosaur, signing out!
