Sonic: AD

After Doomsday

Red: Okeeeeeey...Chapter 2. The introduction of the fan characters. It's gonna be great! ...or not...I don't know, but I'm itching my ass with excitement! Let's rock!

Blue: Itching your ass with excitement?...DUDE!!

Red: Well I am...

Blue: you know, theres pills for that...anyway, READ OUR SHIT!

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Chapter 2

The Mercenaries

Breeze Town. Once the slums of Acorn Kingdom, they now call it the "Nest of Scum". It's pretty much a giant waiting room for mercenaries, assassins, and other guns for hire for their next job. They'll do anything for money, from killing the richest royalty, to kicking the smallest puppy. Those without homes flock here, too, and they're usually the ones that end up as mercs.

Bunnie and Sally took one of the hovercars to get there, leaving Antoine in charge while they were away. They landed in front of a bar right at the edge of town, named "the Trouser Snake". Sally looked up at the sign, and nodded, climbing out. Bunnie followed after, looking at the name in disgust. "Uh...Sally-girl, are you sure about this?" Sally looked at Bunnie, and shook her head. "But we don't have a-any other choice. Anyone w-w-with the skills we need disappeared during the war against Robotnik, and m-most of them came here...but that's if we're l-lucky." Bunnie sighed, and puffed out her chest, walking in before Sally. "If we're gonna go in there, you follow me. I'm from the South, sugah." Sally snickered quietly, following after Bunnie.

Classic rock played over the jukebox, which was hard to hear due to the loud noises of drunken idiots and fighting. Bunnie looked around, watching as people tried to kill each other, and no one else caring about it. Sally felt out of place, noticing women dancing seductively in a drunken stupor for hardly any money, if a woman of her own species. Bunnie noticed that a headgehog in the corner was drumming on beer mugs to the music on the player just a few inches away from him.

They both approached the bar, the bartender tending to another customer. a dog next to them was downing almost a full mug of beer to its final drop, slamming the glass on the bar top. He looked over at the two girls, and smiled. "He-llo ladies...that's some nice boots." He rubs the side of Bunnie's metal leg, which made Bunnie back up. "Ew! Get away, creep!" the dog laughed, and stood up. "Come on ladies, let's have a good time, huh? Jus the three of us." Sally and Bunnie stepped back as he stepped forward.

The sound of a shotgun being pumped was heard. "Butch" said the pig bartender. The dog turned around, noticing the shotgun. "I don't want any problems, y'hear? Take your sorry ass, and peddle your hot dog somewheres else." Butch looked down at the bar stool he sat in, then back at the girls, before walking off. Bunnie and Sally looked at the bartender, who just draped his double-barreled beauty accross his shoulder. "I'm sorry, ladies...gotta be careful if your'n fresh meat in this parta town." Sally and Bunnie looked at each other, before approaching the bar.

"What can I getcha?" He asked. Sally started to speak up, "Oh, w-we're--" She was interuppted by her southern friend. "Whiskey, sugah." The hog spun around with a quick "Comin up!" Sally looked at Bunnie curiously, but Bunnie just shrugged. He slid two glasses of whiskey toward the girls, Bunnie catching them both, and handing one to Sally. "On the house." stated the hog. Bunnie smiled, and said, "Well aren't you sweet. A sucker for a southern girl, aincha?" The hog snickered, snorting as he did so. Sally held the glass of alcohol in her hand, studying it. Bunnie lifted her glass, and motioned it toward Sally. "Cheers, Sally-girl." She downed it in one gulp, licking her lips. Sally raised her eyebrows in awe, and looked at her glass. She took a sip of it, and coughed, the burning sensation too much for her.

The hog leaned on the bar. "So, what brings you two to my bar?" He asked. Bunnie leaned against the bar as well, answering, "We're looking for some help...some guns for shootin and rootin, y'know what I mean?" The pig nodded. "Well, you come to the right place. I gurantee you everyone here will pick up a gun at the right price." Sally spoke up. "W-well...uhm...do you know anyone..n-n-nice?" The hog looked at her in disbelief. "Y'kddin?" He asked. Sally didn't move, showing that she was serious. The hog scratched his chin, then pointed to the corner, at the hedgehog drumming on the mugs.

The dark red hedgehog was going to town on the mugs, drumming them as would a professional drummer. His quills were up in a ponytail, and the end of them faded into a golden yellow, almost like fire. He wore a black vest over a red t-shirt, and black gloves. On his feet were red hi-top leather shoes. Bunnie and Sally sat down accross from him, but he didn't notice, wrapped up in drumming on the mugs. Bunnie cleared her throat to try and get his attention. Hearing this, he quickly shoved the mugs on the ground, and leaned his elbow on the table top. "Er...can I help you ladies?" He asked. Bunnie looked at him with a raised eyebrow for a second, before speaking. "We're heard you're lookin for some work." the hedge scratched his chin, and slammed his palm on the table. "That's right! I'm a mercenary!" He stretched his hand out for them to shake. "Saga Maximus Kyougi, but you can call me sexy." Sally rolls her eyes, but Bunnie grabbed his hand, giggling a little. "How bout just Saga?" Bunnie said. "That works too...not as interesting as sexy, but you know...ah I'm kiddin." Saga leaned back, moving some of his quills out of his eyes. "So, you need some muscle? Well, me and my partner would be glad to do it if the price is right..." Sally spoke up with a question. "W-who's your partner?"

A gunshot was heard, which made everyone except the music shut up. Everyone's heads turned to look at where it was. A tall komodo dragon held a smoking pistol, pointing it at a skunk, who now had a hole through his chest. The skunk looked down at the hole in his chest, and back up at the lizard, before falling down on the ground with a thud. The dragon holstered his pistol into the only piece of clothing he seemed to be wearing: a long, black trenchcoat. He straightened his dark blue hair, and ran his hand back along his black spikes. the hog bartender looked down at the dead skunk, and shook his head, tutting. "Sorry." said the dragon. As he started walking toward Saga and the girls. Everyone continued what they were doing, while the hog muttered, "Third time this week. Damn!" Sally continued to chant, "Please not him...please not him..."

The dragon sat next to Saga, which issued a silent curse from Sally. "Who're the broads?" asked the dragon. Saga looked at the girls. "Ladies, this is Draco Nicholas Darkfield. Draco, this is...uh...Miss Squirrel Lady, and half-robot Bunny Babe!" Bunnie shook her head, and corrected Saga. "I'm Bunnie Rabbot, and this is Sally." Draco's scarred left eye moved from Bunnie, to Sally, as he leaned back, pulling a pack of cigarettes out. "So what does a ra-bot and a groundhog need with mercenaries?" He gave a a cigarette to Saga, who grabbed it, and put it in between his lips. He offered one to the girls, but they both turned it down. "W-well" started Sally, "We n-need you t-t-to--" Draco interupted, "T-t-t-t-t-today, please?" Saga thwaped Draco on his arm. "Ey!" He said, "It's adorable!" Sally blushed in embarassment, but Bunnie gives Draco a look of annoyance. Draco lights his cigarette, and blows smoke toward them. "Go on." Sally coughed a bit, before she continued, "W-we need you to help us rescue s-someone from...a bad man." Draco leaned forward. "Who?" Sally looked around, and leaned in. "Sniveley." Saga leaned in with a, "Huh?" Sally repeated, albeit louder. "Snively."

The entire bar went silent. The record playing music scratched until it stopped. Saga pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, looking at Sally in awe. Draco's brow was raised, as he and Saga slowly turned to look at each other. "DS huddle." Saga stated quickly. Draco responded with, "What?" Saga grabbed Draco's head, as they turned away from Bunnie and Sally, trading words. "Drac, I know it sounds like a dangerous job, but I think we should take it." "What!? Why?" "Well, we're low on cash...and I haven't kicked any ass in a month!" "...There's more to this, isn't there?" "Well, you see that rabbit?" He motions his head slightly toward her. Draco rolls his eyes. "Yeah..." "She's pretty cute..." "That's what you said about the fox." "I know, but--" "And the bat..." "Well yeah, but--" "And the--" "Shut UP!"

They turn back, acting like the huddle didn't happen. "What's the pay?" Draco asked. Bunnie looked at Sally, then leaned accross the table. "My friend heah? She's a princess." Saga leaned in. "Really?" Bunnie nodded. Saga leaned in more. "Really?" Bunnie answered "Yeah." Saga leaned in more. "Re--" Draco smacked him in the back of the head. "If she was a princess...which I doubt she is.." Sally shrunk. "...You still didn't answer my question." Sally finally spoke. "20,000 credits!" Draco's red eyes went a little wide, the lit cigarette falling on to the table. "For the whole job?" Sally scratched the side of her head. "Y-yeah." Draco leaned back, and folded his arms. "Well, girls...you got a deal...20,000 credits, plus expenses." Sally held out her hand. Draco wrapped his larger hand around it, and shook it vigorously.

Bunnie and Sally walked toward the hovercraft, Saga and Draco following after. Saga was cheering quietly. "Oooh Draco, we just hit the jackpot, baby!" exclaimed Saga. Draco scoffed, and puffed his cigarette. "I'm not your baby, punk." Draco answered. Bunnie climbed into the hovercar passenger seat. Saga studied it, whistling. "Wow, this beauty looks like new. How much you pay for it?" Bunnie rubbed the side of it. "We stole it." Saga laughed, climbing into the seat behind her. "I like your style." Sally opened the door , and looked at Draco, who stood there looking at the car. She started to studied the way he looked: He was taller than most people she knew. His skin was covered in light green scales, but she only saw that in his face and legs. The rest of him was covered in his dark black trenchcoat, with matching boots and fingerless gloves, and several belts accross his chest. Draco looked over at her looking at him, and threw his cigarette on the ground. "Take a picture, princess." stated Draco. Sally shook her head out of her studying , and spoke back. "I'm sorry, it's just...you l-look familiar." Draco started to climb in behind the driver's seat. "So do you," he said, "but you don't see me ogling you." Sally climbed into the driver's seat, exasperated by Draco's attitude. She started the engine, the car lifting up off the ground, and heading out back toward the girls' home. Sally shook her head, thinking that maybe her idea wasn't such a good one.

END OF CHAPTER 2

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Red: Well, there it is: Short, sweet, to the point, and actually comedic...sorta. I'm sure to all three of you reading this, you realize that Saga and Draco are the fan characters...If you didn't, you're...well...stuuupid. If you guess who created who, you gets a cookie.

Blue: If you guess wrong, you get a backhand.

Stay tuned for Chapter 3 (Don't forget to R & R...I love you!)