Ok, I guess I lied. Honestly I've been either sick or busy every day (usually the latter) for the past month! So now I'm finally updating! Sorry for taking so long!
Isis had reverted back to her human disguise in a storage closet. After she had brushed back her hair, she sighed in relief and then turned off her night vision. Tails was going to be alright and now she could wander off somewhere else. As long as she stayed out of her panther form, the Mephiles-hedgehog-thingy shouldn't recognize her and she would be safe.
"I'm glad this is all over," Isis mumbled to herself, slipping out of the closet, "Now I can go to that bloody witch and –"
"Excuse me, but you didn't happen to see a cat go by here, did you?" Isis turned around to see Amy, looking a little confused
"Better play it cool." "Depends – what does it look like?" Isis replied, smiling. Hopefully she was playing the part of the sweet teenager who just wanted to be popular.
"Well, it's actually a panther – big and black and with lavender eyes…" Amy trailed off.
"Something wrong?"
"Your eyes are the exact same color as the cat's…"
"What?" Isis scanned her body, and mentally smacked herself for not being more careful. Her contacts were gone – they must have fallen out at some point when she morphed. "I…I have to go now," Isis muttered, pushing past Amy and heading for the stairs.
Once Isis went down to the next floor, she started to sprint down the hallway. At the end, there was an open window, and after a quick look around to make sure no one was coming Isis jumped out. She fell a good four stories and then rolled onto her left shoulder, making sure to spread the impact of the fall out evenly. She then dashed behind the hospital and disposed of her disguise.
"Oh, damn it, damn it, damn it…how could I have been so stupid?" Isis cursed herself while she washed out the brown dye in her hair, "Could she make the connection? And what then? Can't be too risky now – I don't know how long I'll be stuck here for…bloody witch, bloody spells…fuck…"
Now she was back to normal – black and red hair and leather clothing as to keep her protected, but to stay silent. She still had two pouches on her belt with supplies, so she wouldn't currently starve to death. She wasn't going to wear a cloak now – cloaks weren't that useful for running through the city, which was what she planned to do.
"I just need a few more people to spin that wheel and then I can get the scrolls, and then I can go beat some mob boss up and then I can see my friends again and go home…oh, fun times." Isis looked up at the sky – it was nearly sundown, which meant soon she could go find more victims. She ran across the back alley and leaped onto the side of a tall building, extracting her claws so she could dig into the brown bricks. In seconds she had pulled herself to the top of the building, and without pausing for a second she ran across the roof and leaped onto the next one.
Isis continued to run and jump from building to building; only taking quick glances back to make sure no one was following her. She continued to run until night fell and then made her way to the eastern part of the city; greeted by a tall clock tower, with the faces of the clock lit up white from the lights behind them.
"Blimey, I'm in London!" Isis giggled before leaping onto the side of the tower. She scrambled up to the top, happy to see there was a good sized ledge underneath the clock. After a quick check with her psychic powers to make sure no one else was around, Isis slumped against one of the corners of the tower, away from the faces of the clock so she wouldn't be spotted.
"Well, I hope Tails will be alright," Isis sighed while digging into her pack for some food. Usually she skipped meals, in order to make her more alert, but fighting always made her hungry. Isis bit into the white flesh of the pear; the juices running down her chin and dripping onto her hands, making everything sticky.
Isis let her mind wander while she ate – for both amusement and to make sure no one was going sneak up on her. She briefly connected minds with people and then moved on – a girl fighting with her younger sister, three boys taking a trip up north, a man with a brand new baby…and something else. Isis frowned and focused her mental energy – there was something close to her, but she couldn't picture it or connect minds with it. After about two minutes of trying, Isis snarled and brought her consciousness back to her body. She dropped the remains of her fruit on the ledge and stood up, snapping her weapons into place. Both blades were black, with purple magic swirling through them, and the hilts were in the shape of dragon heads. They were not quite swords, but not daggers either – the blades were only a foot long, meant for close-range combat and made for someone good at slipping close to opponents. Isis held the blade in her left hand slightly out in front of her while she let the right drop to her side.
"Come out come out, wherever you are…" Isis called softly into the night. She didn't like it when she couldn't picture a being – it meant that something was very wrong, and probably dangerous. Isis could sense it coming, floating up the tower…it was close, only a few meters away, and then right in front of her – but there was nothing. Isis sensed the thing fly right in front of her, but she didn't see anything.
"What the – oh, hell no…" Isis swapped her vision to see invisible objects and looked up. Right above her, a man dressed in old-fashioned clothing circled around and around, carrying a lantern. He was a ghost.
"What do you want?" Isis called out. There was no doubt in her mind that someone sent this ghost to her – the clothing he was wearing was for someone who lived near the sea, and it was highly unlikely he died here.
The man finally stopped circling and floated down, hanging out just a bit away from the ledge. His blue sailor's cap was worn thin and faded, and his plain shirt and pants were torn. His eyes were red and huge, and his nose too big for his face. He looked about fifty or sixty years old, although with ghosts it was hard to tell. The ghost scratched the stubble of his beard thoughtfully, like he was considering Isis' request.
"Hey, I know you heard me! Who sent you?" Isis got into a fighting stance – left leg and left arm forward, blade out, and right leg tensed and ready to spring in any direction.
"Mephiles did, lassie. 'e's not so 'appy 'bout yer interference today." The ghost's voice was scratchy and slow, "I'm tired of bein' 'ere, so if I can get rid of you, I'm free from this damned land."
"That hedgehog sent you to fight me? Pul-eeze…it'll take more than just a simple ghost to beat me."
The ghost grew angry, "Really, nawh? Since ye cannot 'it me with yer psychic powers, yer dead."
Isis snarled. She was hoping to bluff about her abilities and send the ghost away with no combat, but truth was because psychic powers were all about mind and focus, it was nearly impossible to fight ghosts. Ghosts were half-living and half-dead, making them tough to focus on and psychic powers practically useless against them. But few people countered psychics with a ghost because ghosts were hard to find and even harder to convince to fight for you. Since Mephiles had managed to do both, he was good.
Perhaps Mephiles was stronger than Isis gave him credit for. Of course, after that curse she planted on him he must have been mad and ready to go after her. Since he managed to find her in her human form, he must be good – and ready to do anything to win.
She couldn't ignore Mephiles for a second anymore – he was one crafty bastard, and obviously knew what he was doing. He could have spent the day preparing to look for her – it would have only taken a few hours to get everything set up – and seeing her as a threat, decided to get rid of her. But Mephiles didn't really know her – and what she could do. Isis was going to take the fight to the hedgehog.
All of this ran through Isis' mind in seconds, and she was ready to turn the tides on this battle, "Say, what did Mephiles offer you in return for my demise?"
"Freedom from 'tis plane…I've been dead for over two 'undred years, and I'm ready to live in peace nawh."
"Hey, you know what, pal?" Isis slipped her blades back into their sheaths on her hips, "If you lead me to where Mephiles is hiding, I'll set your spirit free. The same reward for a job that's much easier – doesn't that sound like a good deal?"
The ghost's face softened for a moment, and then he glared at Isis, "Sounds like a rotten trick to me. 'ow do I know yer tellin' the truth?"
"How do you know Mephiles is?" Isis replied.
The ghost frowned, and was quiet; thinking. The wind was picking up speed, and Isis shivered despite her flame pendant kicking in and warming her up.
"Alright, but I'm gonna teleport us there with this 'ere charm." The ghost waved a necklace in front of Isis. It was on a black leather cord, and a small white crystal skull, no bigger than a penny, hung on it. "That way ye cannot locate the place again. And as soon as we get there, ye set me free."
"Ok, deal." "If this works, I'll only have to go there once."
"By the way, the name is Mac."
"Cool, dude. I'm Eye, by the way."
"What? 'Eye' be not a name!"
"It's a nickname, and that's all you need to talk to someone. Let's go." Mac nodded and floated closer, leaving a ghostly hand on Isis' shoulder. Isis closed her eyes and let the power of the pendant swirl around her.
There was a bright flash, and now the two were standing in a cave underground. It was completely dark, but Isis opened her eyes and saw little flickers of light. She swapped to night vision and whistled at the sight of all the shining white crystals – hundreds of thousands of them, small as pencils and as big as cars and whales – the exact same type the skull was made out of. These crystals had the potential for power, but didn't compare to that other white gem Isis had sensed earlier.
"Maybe that other gem came from these crystals…hmm…"
"Eye, ye gonna let me go or not?" Isis turned to look at Mac, who was floating in the air and tapping his foot.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Where do I go? Mephiles isn't here."
"Down the white crystal path ye'll find 'im."
"Uh, hello? All of the crystals are white!"
Mac laughed, "Aye – ye said I 'ad to get ye 'ere – nothing was said about it bein' a specific place!"
"Ah, fuck you. But you got me here, so…" Isis slipped a small stone out of her backpack and showed it to Mac. It was a green stone, carved into the shape of a leaf, "Hold this and make your wish to be set free from death; but in return you need to give me the skull pendant and tell me how to use it."
Mac snorted, "That wasn't part o' the deal!"
"Well, you fucked around with me too much. You want to be a ghost forever?"
"Fine!" Mac snatched the leaf rock and dropped the skull into Isis' open palm, "To teleport, ye need to think of a powerful object. The pendant will teleport ye there."
"Thank you. Have a nice afterlife."
Mac nodded and held the stone tightly, then closed his eyes. In a few seconds, he smiled, and his body began to disappear. The stone fell from his grasp onto the floor, and as it crumbled into green ashes the ghost sailor disappeared.
"Well, glad that's done with." Isis kicked the pile of ashes so they were scattered and put the skull pendant around her neck, "Now, where to go…" Isis scanned the cavern. It was almost a perfect circle, but only behind her were paths. There seemed to be no other way to get into here except from one of those – there were no holes in the ceiling or floor, no seemingly hidden doors…nothing that looked like an entrance.
"Ok, so there's only one way to go…" Isis turned around and made her way to the south side of the cavern. There were four paths – the two biggest entrances were right in front of her, there was a slightly smaller one to the right of those two, and finally the last entrance was higher up the wall to the right and the size of an air duct. All four had white crystals attached to the walls on the inside, glowing.
"Oh, great…which one? Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe." Isis pointed at the smallest path, shrugged, and then climbed up the wall.
It was a bit of a struggle to get past the crystals at the entrance without bleeding all over the place, but Isis managed to squeeze inside. With her night vision still on, Isis began to crawl on her stomach down the path. The crystals only continued for a little ways down, then stopped. Now she could move faster without the worry of cutting herself. Only a few minutes later, Isis came to a grating in the wall.
"So this is an air duct? Note to self: when making an evil base, make sure the air ducts are too small to crawl through. Or have laser-bar security systems. Or both. Wait, lasers…" One of her favorite but rarely-used powers (mainly because so many others had it) was laser vision – perfect for cutting through metal on her stomach.
The purple beams quickly cut through the metal grate, and Isis tumbled out into the dark hallway below. She rolled into a somersault so she wouldn't make any noise, and then immediately pressed herself against the opposite wall and held her breath. Complete silence – she had broken in undetected.
"Ok…now to find Mephiles, I guess…" Isis looked each way, but since they looked completely similar Isis took a gamble and went to her right. Her footsteps made no sounds as she walked along the cool metal floor – she was definitely in some secret base.
"Hmm…no guards, no cameras, hell, even no lights…what kind of place is this?" Isis continued walking for a good ten minutes and nothing changed. The walls were all gray metal panels about eight feet high, the lights were all off and the only thing keeping Isis sane was the fact she had not passed the grating again – so she wasn't walking in circles.
"So this base has one good design – your enemies will take so damn long trying to find you that you'll be able to escape, easy," Isis muttered to herself. At that point the hallway suddenly ended with a huge, wooden oak door with golden handles. It was elaborately carved with pictures of angels fighting demons, old gods and goddesses, and was completely out of place in this cold, modern base. "Who the fuck decorated this place? They can't even decide what time period they're from!" Isis walked to the door and looked up. The door was a good twelve feet tall, meaning that at some point the hallways did change – it was just that Isis didn't notice. She cautiously tested the door, and finding that it was open pushed it slightly. She glanced inside – there was light, but she didn't see anyone. Isis then opened the door all the way, rolled to the left and lightly shut the door again. The door made a slight click when it shut, but nobody turned to look. Isis let her consciousness into the room, and once she made sure no one was there she dropped her night vision and pulled her mind back into her body.
The light was coming from a huge stone fireplace directly across from her that went all the way up to the thirty-foot high ceiling – one of those old wood-burning ones; it managed to light up the whole room. There was a giant, fancy red chair in front of it with a small, dark wooden table right beside it. Isis walked over to the chair and saw a closed indigo book on it, with a blue ribbon marking the latest page. Isis put her hand down on the chair – it was cold, so the occupant must not have been here in some time. Isis then turned her attention to the table. There was a small, blue knitted coaster on it, along with a champagne glass. There was a bit of red liquid at the bottom, and Isis cautiously dipped her finger in and licked it. She winced – red wine. She hated all forms of alcohol, although wine was better than most.
Isis popped a piece of citrus gum into her mouth to get rid of the awful taste. She snapped it once, and then looked at the rest of the room. She smiled in spite of herself – the room was a library, with bookcase after bookcase crammed with books and stretching to the ceiling. If she wasn't in some crazy madman's base, she'd take time to read the books.
But for now, she had work to do – mainly finding a map of this place, where Mephiles was and what he wanted.
Isis wandered throughout the library, admiring the fancy bookcases and wood-paneled walls, the smell of old paper and the glittering scrolling words on the spines of the books. "A Darker Type of Magic, 101 Ways to Control Demons, The Ultimate Guide to Crafting Magical Crystals…this Mephiles has some pretty sweet stuff. If he wasn't trying to kill me, I would have to join him."
Isis ended up in the center of the room, where a large desk, made out of the same wood as the small table, was sitting in the middle of an open area, surrounded by piles of books. Another fancy velvet chair, but this one brown, sat close to it, but slightly at an angle like someone had pushed it away when they were standing up. A book was lying on the table – a bigger form of the one on the chair. It had black leather binding with pieces of silver to protect the corners, and a blood-red ribbon marking the place of the latest entry. "Do I dare? Totally!" Isis crept forward and sat on the edge of the desk. She then made note of how the book was placed, pulled it into her lap and started to read.
It turned out that the ribbon wasn't actually placed at the end of the book, but close to it.
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June 7th
Pit and the others are doing pretty well in their investigation. I think I'll have to hint some more at the angel's fate.
Addendum: Even though I didn't know much about Ike, it worked like a charm. Pit completely believes Ike was molested as a child.
"And that accomplished what, may I ask? And who are these two anyways? Ok then…next page."
June 8th
I've been working more on my illusions. Once L.A. gets here, if I can make him believe he's my sex slave…oh, the fun we will have."
"A city as a sex slave? Alrighty then, have fun…ok this book is all about random crap, skip skip skip…oh, here's something interesting…"
June 23rd
My little angel is now seventeen. I haven't written for some time…I don't understand – how could my illusion fail? I had Pit in the right state of mind, L.A. was still frightened of me…what went wrong?
I have the proper method memorized by heart. First, you have to get someone close to the victim's age in the position you want to make the victim believe in. Then, when the victim arrives, you act weak so they believe they'll be alright. And as soon as their defenses go down, you strike – you place the ideas in the head of the other into the victim. While normally sex memories like these are only temporarily there, when thoughts of another are placed into one's mind you can't get them out. Then all I had to do was steal L.A. away, fuck him a bit more – and he'd have been all mine. Then, I could have convinced him he was my apprentice and I could have ruled his planet once and for all!
"Another world domination plot? Yippee…hey, there's more…someone needs to vent…"
But, it didn't work that way. L.A. resisted the thoughts and actually bit off my dick – fucking little hedgehog.
"That's hilarious! But a hedgehog? Who's Mephiles talking about?"
I went to all this trouble to first convince Tabuu to help me, take over Wario's mind, actually rape that bloody hedgehog, and then start planting ideas into Pit's head – all of this trouble for nothing! I used so many damn illusions on that angel to make sure he'd have nothing but sex on his mind – I sent dreams to him, I made a shadow of myself attack him in the shower, hell I even faked one of his friends to tell him a fake story which he bought –
"Holy cow – this guy can actually make solid illusions? Hell, the only person I know who can do that is Sun, and she rarely does it because it takes up so much energy! But…holy cow…this guy really wants this hedgehog. Who is it, anyways?"
and it didn't fucking work! It wasn't enough! Why didn't it work?
"Well, I dunno. Don't ask me! I wonder if there's any more about these illusions – I want to know more. Ah, here we go…"
August 12th
I finally got that fucking silver hedgehog and purple cat away from me. Those bitches won't stop me again. Now I can plan in peace.
I tried the illusion with these two. Silver is convinced he offered his body up to me in order to save Blaze – and Blaze believes it too. This time I planned less and didn't use as many illusions, yet it worked. So why didn't L.A. believe me? I got the scenario correct and the timing right in both situations…but Sonic didn't believe me!
"Sonic? Hold on a second…this can't mean that Mephiles…"
I fucked that blue hedgehog until he screamed; I made him cry – something even Eggman couldn't do – yet I can't get a fucking illusion, my specialty, to work on him?
"Mephiles raped Sonic? Poor, poor Sonic…now I'm on a major guilt trip from sending his friend into a coma…there's got to be more on his plans! Why is Mephiles here?"
September 27th
I've scoured and read every single book in my library, yet few offer me insights on how to correct this problem. However, one titled Masters of Illusions speaks of a woman named Sun who apparently can conjure any illusion possible. She's spent years and years practicing, but this book speaks of her in many time periods. Perhaps she even has the ability to bend reality itself!
I must know how she can do these things. But no book or internet site mentions where she is. The only thing I know is that she lives on an island known as Star-something – but she isn't there half of the time, and the island has many wards disallowing visitors. As well, she has eight powerful friends – including a speedster named Meteor. If I had those two at my side, I'd get that hedgehog once and for all!
"Too bad for you, bitch – I'm one of her friends. Although, since I can't contact her…bah – you're too evil. She won't help you! Come to think of it, am I in here somewhere?"
November 6th
I found out about the panther. She is mentioned in a book of master psychics – a girl named Isis who is friends with Sun. And fancy this – Meteor is her father! Could it be she has the power of super speed too?
"No."
Psychics are weak against ghosts. If I can get rid of her, her death will signal her other friends that something's wrong. When Sun and Meteor come, I'll convince them that Sonic and his friends killed Isis – and to bring Sonic to me.
"Very crafty, I must say – but I don't die that easily. Well, here's the last page."
November 7th
Just past midnight. I sent the ghost after Isis. I highly expect she'll destroy it – but she'll be on her guard now. I'm sure those fools can figure out that the panther and Isis are the same being. It could be Silver just as much as me who sent the ghost after her – Silver may be a psychic, but he does have the potential to summon spirits too. Isis won't know where to turn…and then she'll stay out of this. I have to get Sun on my side – perhaps Meteor too, if I can – for I need to know what I did wrong with the illusion. Sun's the only one who can help me…
But, if I can't do that, I'll go to plan two…
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"Plan two? What's that?" Isis flipped past the page, but the rest of the pages were empty.
"You'll see…" Isis let out a small squeak and dropped the book. It landed with a dull thud on the floor. Mephiles was leaning against one of the bookshelves, glaring at Isis. The psychic dropped to the floor and put her hands on her blades; ready to draw them out.
"Oh, hello Mephiles. Nice place you got here."
"Cut it, Isis. Who sent you here? Sonic?"
"I came myself. Old Mac was pretty easy to convince."
Mephiles snarled, "So he's still around?"
"No, I let him go. But what's all of this – trying to get my best friends to fight for you? Bullshit! Where did you read about Sun anyways?"
"Right here," Mephiles replied, reaching into the shelf beside him and pulling out a thick book with a bright blue cover. He started to walk towards Isis, who quickly moved so the desk was in between the two of them. Mephiles dropped the tome on the table and pushed it over to Isis, "Take a look."
Isis cautiously flipped open the cover. The book was old and the pages were slightly stained, but the words were still legible. It was all about important illusions and how to use them – even some masters of illusions who could actually convince entire cities to turn against one another. And the book called Sun the most powerful of them all.
"You know, Mephiles," Isis coolly said while pushing the book back to him, "I've seen some of your stuff, and you're strong. Why deal with these illusions? You seem to be capable of summoning demons and controlling them quite nicely – so why bother?"
"Illusions and diamonds, Isis – both last forever." Mephiles started to pace on one side of the desk while Isis watched, "An illusion like the thought swapping one can only be controlled and broken by its caster. All minor illusions and most major illusions and attacks can be countered – but not the hardest of them all. I don't suppose you've read Kilie's Chronicles, have you?"
"I have, if you really need to know."
"Ah, well, I suppose you are familiar with his way of casting?"
"Quite much so."
"Ah, yes – the idea of combining mind power with reality and twisting it into what you desire. And the mind power doesn't have to be your own – that's the idea behind thought swapping. Has Sun ever performed such a trick?"
Isis hissed, "She would never perform such evil magic."
"What's so evil behind it?"
"What do you think, dumbass – you have to cause a lot of suffering to get what you want."
"But the illusion is unbreakable, yes?"
"To most, I suppose."
"Yes, well – what do you mean by 'to most'?"
"I know how to counter it. And I know why your spell didn't work on Sonic."
"What? You do?" Mephiles stopped pacing, walked back to the table and slammed his fists on it, "Tell me!"
"Dude, I read your journal – not gonna happen."
"Your Sonic's friend, aren't you?"
"Actually, I'm probably quite high on his hit list right now. I'm neutral in this fight so far."
"But you won't come with me."
"True, but I could just leave this planet as well. You don't know me. And books lie often too."
"They have to go past publishers."
"Take any religious book, for example. While the one religion believes it's right, everyone else thinks it's a pack of lies. By logic in the stories only one book should be right – but they all got past publishers, now didn't they?"
"Don't change the subject!"
"I didn't – I'm just making a point. Qut'ze'n'ith, Sonmuson, Kilibesek…all religious books that are wrong, I'm sure. Especially because they all have paradoxes, and someone divides by zero in the second one."
"I never heard of any of those."
"You live under a rock, then – literally and metaphorically. Not surprisingly – you don't have any balls, literally and metaphorically."
"That does it!" Mephiles' eyes started to glow black, "Tell me or I'll eliminate you!"
"Good luck with that, pal. And fuck you." Isis turned and started to walk casually away, keeping her psychic eye on Mephiles.
Isis ducked once Mephiles shot his shadow ball – and Isis couldn't help but stare in shock at the damage it did to the wall. The wall basically imploded; there was a huge black splotch, and the magic was swirling around like a whirlpool...if she got hit with one of those things…
"I won't miss this time, Isis!"
Isis managed to roll behind a bookshelf to dodge the next attack. She ran through multiple rows of books and then leaned against one.
"Ok, I don't know what powers he has – and although I rarely run from a fight, I can't risk losing the information in this library – I'll need to come back later. This isn't over!" Isis grabbed the crystal skull, "I just need an object of power I can teleport to…um…"
A sudden blast sounded just inches away from Isis, and she could feel the warmth from the magic on her cheek. Isis stood up and ran again, just as another shadow ball hit the place where she had been standing.
"Um, uh…I don't know! The only powerful items I have are with me, and I can't teleport to my current location!" Isis ran past a clock that read six in the morning – with any luck, they'd be asleep…
"Ok, here I go!" Isis held the skull tightly and thought of the white gem she had given to Sonic. The magic swirled around her, and she was gone.
The shadow ball Mephiles had fired missed. Once the magic lights dispersed, Mephiles cursed at Isis' disappearance. She had teleported out and could be anywhere now.
"Well, no matter…" Mephiles smiled, picking up the indigo book from his chair, "As long as she doesn't have this, I'm quite safe…"
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Isis tumbled onto the hospital floor, rolled into a somersault and sat up, panting. What a night – she had no sleep and didn't get a single person to spin the wheel!
"Oh, wonderful," Isis said in her native language; she often spoke the language of other planets because she traveled so much, and only converted back when she was speaking with someone from her world or when she was tired, "I'm exhausted, Mephiles is fucking pissed at me, and…"
Isis then looked up to see quite a crowd staring at her. Tails was still sound asleep in his bed, but everyone else – four hedgehogs, a cat, an echidna and a bat were all looking at her. And none of them looked happy.
"Oh dear…bad timing indeed…"
Everyone gave Isis a strange look when she said the words in her language. The blue hedgehog then got up from his chair by Tails and walked over to Isis, pushing his way through the rest of the crowed. His sapphire fur was rumpled and his eyes were bloodshot. He was shaking slightly from exhaustion and looked ready to fall asleep standing up – but his eyes clearly told Isis that he was ready to chase her until the ends of the earth for hurting his friend.
"Hello, Isis…" Sonic snarled, glaring at her. His emerald eyes were snapping and awake, even if the rest of him wasn't yet.
Isis gulped slightly, nearly swallowing her gum, and then replied in his language, "Hello, Sonic."
I'm just going to leave it off right there for now. I'll try to update sooner next time!