The night was young, many people and mobians in nightclubs and bars enjoying themselves. The problem was that when it came to enjoying themselves, some people weren't keen on dancing or drinking the night away.
In a small dark alley, five brown bears stood, lingering outside the back door of a restaurant. The largest bear, Vince, had his eyes sweeping over the mouth of the alley, looking for anyone to pick on. After five minutes, a black cat with blood red hair in two massive side tied ponytails walked by, kicking a can along.
"Hey boys, it's one of the clones. The red head," Vince snickered, pointing at the cat.
"You insane, man? She'd kill us!" one of his associates whispered, shrinking back when the cat looked down the alley.
"Okay, not her, but the next one," Vince said, his eyes still watching the street. A few minutes after the cat, a black female hedgehog with butterfly wings, long thin quills with black, grey and purple hair in long thin spikes. She was wearing a black tube top with skull and crossbones on the front, black shorts and sneakers with knee length purple and black stripes socks. Her wings had purple skull and crossbones and various purple markings.
"The adopted one, heck yeah," said one of the gang. While the hedgehog stood there, the five of them moved towards her, dragging her into the alley. She screamed as she struggled in their strong grip.
At one of the apartment buildings in Station Square, the top floor had the home of Skyfire, Cynder and Miranda. All three were currently asleep but as the scream echoed, it reached the ears of the sleeping hedgehog, snapping him awake and alert.
"What in Chaos's name?" Skyfire muttered, running onto the balcony. As another scream sounded, he opened his wings, taking off into the night, looking for the source. As he flew, he saw a man attempting to mug someone. Sighing, he shouted down, catching the man's attention. He smirked when the man, probably mistaking him for the likes of Batman, ran off.
As he came across the alley, he saw the black hedgehog, curled into a ball and crying. Eyes widening in recognition, he folded his wings for a power dive, landing in front of her. Her purple blue eyes looked back up at him, now red and puffy from crying. Holding her in a tight hug, he gently whispered soothingly into her ear, his eyes narrowed angrily and scanning the alley for any sign of the assailants.
At the well known detective agency, everyone was asleep, surprisingly due to Vector's unusually loud snoring. As the croc turned onto his side, the phone rang, jolting him awake. This caused him to fall out of bed, mumbling angrily to himself as he picked up the phone.
"Chaotix Detective Agency, how may we help you?" Vector sighed, rubbing his eyes as he looked at the clock.
"Sorry for waking you Vector, but we have a situation," Skyfire's voice mumbled through the phone.
"What did you get into now? It was just last week we dealt with Michael. We don't even have the girls back yet," Vector groaned. He heard the hedgehog sigh.
"I didn't get into trouble. A friend from school was attacked. Her screams woke me up and I found her curled up in an alley, a few bruises on her arms and abdomen and emotionally upset," Skyfire said, all in one breath.
"Okay, sorry. I'm just tired. If you wait till morning, bring her here and we'll start a case," Vector said, yawning as he heard the hedgehog's reply.
"Okay. I'll get her home for the night and we'll be over at nine. I'll let her sisters know," Skyfire said before hanging up.
From the top of the tallest skyscraper in Station Square, two Mobians looked down over the streets, golden yellow eyes scanning every person below. One was a white hedgehog with long drooping quills, long messy white/grey hair, white jacket covering a white button up shirt, white jeans and boots and, as most girls would agree, a really hot hedgehog, despite the bandages around his hands he wore as gloves.
With him was a light grey cat with long white hair, some in a fringe over her left eye, white hair band with a white bow, white tank top, a white skirt covering light grey jeans, light grey boots with a white stripe up the middle and, as many boys proved, looks that could knock a boy senseless.
"See anything?" the cat asked, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. The hedgehog stayed quiet, eyes focused on a pair of men with two bags of money each. His hearing, being beyond that of a normal hedgehog, could easily hear their conversation. Hearing what he wanted, he looked to the cat, gesturing to the men with his eyes.
"Let's make the police's job easier," the cat grinned. Standing upright, they both took a running start, jumping from the building and diving down, head first. After freefalling for a few seconds, they opened a pair of bright white bird wings.
"Hey dirt bags!" the hedgehog barked, baring sharp fangs as he connected his fist with one of the men's jaws, the cat landing a solid kick to the other's stomach. Before they could retaliate, both men received a solid strike to the neck, rendering them unconscious.
"Well, I think that went well," the hedgehog grinned, looking over to the cat.
"Even better, I called the police already," the cat said. "Shall we go for a hunt?" she grinned, yellow eyes glinting with mischief.
"Don't even need to ask," the hedgehog said with a similar grin, the two of them sprinting off instantly as a police cruiser came up behind them.
"I'll bet those are the two vigilantes who're around. If we get them, we could get promoted," one officer whispered, watching the two mobians running off.
"If this goes wrong, you'll get the blame again," his partner sighed, increasing speed.
"Uh, Snow! I think we're the bad guys here," the cat shouted, pointing at the pursuing police.
"Don't worry Winter, we'll lose them," the hedgehog, Snow, called, increasing speed to a full out sprint. Winter rolled her eyes before taking off, flying above the hedgehog. As the city changed to countryside, a highway bridge came into view, giving Snow an idea.
"Just try and follow this law boys," Snow muttered, running underneath the bridge before back flipping onto the cruiser and then back flipping and somersaulting onto the bridge, twirling in midair before unfurling his wings, taking off after his feline friend.
"You'd think that because we hand them criminals on a silver platter, we'd be praised, not treated like them," Winter grumbled, arms crossed over her chest.
"That's just how they treated Batman at first. As long as the criminals are behind bars, I'm content," Snow said with a shrug, flying off towards a nearby forest, already hearing and smelling a few potential meals.