Negligence, Chapeter 6: Let The 'Hogs Do The Talking
Authour's Note: Sorry for the extremely long absence...if you want to ask anything about the story, or any work of mine, feel free to review.
The streets were a blur as Sonic cruised lazily at 60mph, barely even making the effort to dodge the obstacles that sprung up from the road. Thoughts were swirling through his head, like for instance hitting Tails repeatedly with a heavy object. He shook his head as he continued to run; thinking like that would only make things worse. He just wished Tails would see sense. There was something very wrong with Eggman appearing after such a long hiatus. It just didn't feel right. But his thoughts kept being invaded with him images of Shadow and Tails laughing at him. They didn't need him anymore. But he still needed them.
The hedgehog stopped suddenly in the middle of the street. He closed his eyes in concentration, let chaos energy run through him. He focused on the inside of the G.U.N headquarters, more and more intensely, as the energy enveloped him, and shouted:
"CHAOS CONTROL!"
He was gone, leaving behind a faint smell of metal and a scorch mark on the road.
"Do you want to look around the house? You might be staying here for a while."
Mary sheepishly smiled, gesturing to the door that led from her bedroom to the rest of the house. The boy brightened up, and made his way toward the door, unaware the girl was staring at him.
Once downstairs, she made her way to the kitchen, and yet again gestured to another door, telling him it was the living room. He stepped inside, and settled on the sofa, idly regarding the remote.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked as she sat down.
"No, I'm fine. What's with the TV?"
"Oh, that? It's broken. I'm gonna ring the repair guys soon."
"Hmm. Have you got a screwdriver?"
"Why?"
"I'd like to have a go repairing it."
Sonic appeared in a flash of light that didn't seem real. He inhaled sharply, and the stale metal smell of the G.U.N. hangar greeted his nostrils. Opening his eyes, he looked for resistance, and found none. Relaxing his muscles, he walked toward a handy info console.
STATE REQUEST.
"Erm, I'm looking for Major Shadow."
5th FLOOR, CORRIDOR D.
"Hoookay..."
Sonic set off at breakneck speed. He really wanted to talk.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"It was nothing. Machines...they're just like a jigsaw."
Mary just stared. It was impossible it only took him ten minutes and a screwdriver to fix the problem. There was more to him than met the eye. He was only a boy, yet he had the expertise of a man. In mechanics and manners, at least.
"Do you remember where you learned to do this?"
"I...think..."
He stared at the floor in front of him, deep in thought.
"...No. I'm sorry, Mary."
"It's ok. It's not your fault."
"I'm gonna go to bed now, if you don't mind."
"Do you feel dizzy again, because I—"
"I'm...fine. See you in the morning."
He made his way up the stairs, entrenched in himself. He could tell Mary thought he was something different. He felt different. But how could he tell? He couldn't remember a thing about anything before he had woken up. Who was he, and why was he here?
*Knock Knock*
"Come in..." Shadow drawled, as he looked over the stack of reports that were beginning to break his desk.
Sonic tentatively pushed the door open, expecting some form of defence to pop up and capture him.
"What were you expecting? Robots? I swear, if Robotnik wasn't insane, you'd be dating...."
Sonic scowled, taking a seat on the chair on the other side of the desk, that was clearly designed to make it's used uncomfortable.
"Shadow, don't you find the whole Egg Carrier appearing a little weird?"
It was Shadow's turn to scowl.
"It is. But I can't get any information out of Robotnik, and the only weird reading was a surge of chaos energy, which I guess must have been us."
"I just get an odd feeling. Why reappear after so long?"
"I don't know. But we can't build inquiries on gut feelings. Now, I have paper work to do. Private Carson will escort you out."
Sonic looked to the doorway, and the uniformed man that stood in it. He had a gun. Sonic bristled slightly, before gripping his chaos emerald.
"I prefer my own way, Shad. Oh, and by the way? Stay away from Tails."
And in an explosion of chaos, Sonic was gone.
Private Carson just stood in awed silence.
"Carson, get back to your duties."
He shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He'd done something incredible...by human standards. Was he more than that? Or was he just gifted? And why did he have no memory at all? He had no answer. It's as if his life was some bad cable TV series.
He needed to think. He needed to get away...somewhere outside, somewhere high.
A few minutes later, he set himself down on the roof of some office block. He at least needed a name. Something unique. His eyes drifted up to look at the sky and he moved an errant blue hair out of eyes...that was it! His hair was unique! So that was settled. He'd call himself blue.
Blue, like the cold empty sky...