Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog, or Rascal Flatts: Stand, now onto the review replies.
NUTCASE71733: Good guess, I'm slowly trying to prelude the second installment, and yes there is going to be more than one.
Northernmegas: If not book one, maybe number two.
The Conflicted Writer: Pins and needles? Then I have to say, get off them, you're going to hurt yourself! Anyway thanks for the review.
theredone1223: I hate to say it, but this is the last chapter… just kidding, you'll see just read on through.
Faermage-KH Junkie: I am trying to get Michael to say yes to a one time cross over, but even if, not till further in so we can use more stuff without ruining this fic.
Count X. Gamlxltoe Nightmare: That's true…
HyperShanic01: Well thanks for the review, and when I need help I'll be sure to send you a PM.
Shimohi Inferno Tiger: Thanks for the review; I do plain to re-add in the GUN soldier later on.
Darkness in light54: Thanks for the comment.
Gijinka Renamon: Thanks I got the name for this from a Superman comic, and the idea from something I made a long time ago.
Author notes: this chapter is mostly just Sonic telling about his past.
I would like to thank Michael for beta reading this chapter,
And all of the reviewers, who have given me confidence to write, thank you all.
Chapter 5: My life…
(Play Sonic Suai's theme: Stand — Rascal Flatts)
I have never believed the thing about 'you see your life flash before your eyes' thing when you die, though I'm seeing everything that has happened to me, does that mean I'm dieing or dead?
March 15th 1998, age five,
I remember that day... It was the day when my parents got out of the hospital, I kept asking them, 'when will Michael come back,' my Mom would break out in tears, and then my Dad would reply.
"Soon Sonic, soon."
I felt cold, and as if I was being dragged across the floor.
June 7th 2000, age seven,
That day was when we have just moved into are new house, I felt so alone, so sad, by then I thought that he would never come back. Throughout that day I held on to that stuffed bear that my brother got me on my fifth birthday, I thought my life would never be the same…
It feels like my shoulder is being dug into, it's so painful!
August 25th 2000, age seven,
My first day at my new school, that day was when I thought I saw a light through those dark days, her name was Maria Robotnik. She was only one month younger than me, she asked to be my friend, from there on out she's been my best friend.
The pain lessens, I stop feeling everything…
April 1st 2006, age thirteen,
My Dad and I were riding home; it was raining that day, pretty hard too. Then a semi truck right in front of us started to swerve, and then crashed right into a car driving on the other side of the road. Both the semi truck and the car were on fire, my Dad stopped to see if he could help them. The only survivors were a young boy and a baby girl by the names of Miles and Cream Prower, with both of their parents dead they went to live with their grandparents.
I hear a faint voice yelling my name, 'Sonic, Sonic!' though it grows fainter.
March 10th 2007, age fourteen
The anniversary of the day he was kidnapped, I couldn't stand it anymore. I grew so angry I tore apart everything he gave me, his pictures, even the teddy bear, that's when my Dad came up to me and said: "You have to stop this! He's gone, he's gone and he's not coming back, grow up!"
I'll never forget those words, that night I was even more angry than before, I wanted to run away. The only people I told were my friends; Maria, Miles, and little Cream, they came after me, telling me that 'everything will get better, you'll see.'
And for some reason, I believed them…
That's it, I don't feel or see anything, am I dead? Then I want to say this, goodbye Mom goodbye Dad, goodbye everyone…
Boom!
A shock of electricity hit my chest, my eyes shot open and I sat up. I saw Miles, covered with my blood, holding two power cords, and standing next to him… was my brother Michael? He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled, I closed my eyes and when I opened them up, he was gone…
"Sonic are you ok?" Miles asked, still holding the power cords.
"Yeah… I'm alive."
(End: Stand)
That's it; I know this chapter was very short, along with the other one. I'm hoping the next will be longer, comments, advice, ideas, but no flames. Oh and I named Sonic's brother Michael, because whenever I'm writing about him he reminds me of my brother Michael.