And the quote of the chapter is..."Life is a shit sandwich, and every day is a bite."
Wow, that last chapter went quick! Now, maybe I can get chappie numero siete up in around the same amount of time? Possibly? I guess that school is good for my fanfic production, I have been pumping out these chapters like fat-pills at Dunkin' Donuts.
And then there was work, instead of pumping out chapters I am raking in the cash. More money to buy toys for me!
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I slowly awoke from a state of dreamless, peaceful, sleep. Opening my eyes I could see blue sky with a couple fluffy white clouds overhead. I was honestly expecting the white plaster ceiling I was used to when waking up in the morning. I must have fallen asleep outdoors. When I sat up I came to the realization of the past events. Oh ya...
I remembered that we were in such a rush, and that white flash. I knew what that was! I don't think I had ever gone that fast in my life! At least we are safe. Upon looking around, I also realized that my friends were not with me, and Blaze was not here either... I looked around, apparently I had been dropped off in some desert like place, there was about a mile of open desert ahead of me, and that led into a thin prairie. Well, I am going, THAT way. Where there are plants, there's water, and maybe a village. I can figure out where the hell I am.
I got up and stumbled backwards slightly, then my foot slipped into a woodchuck hole. Then kept going, after a millisecond or so I was curious as to why my foot had not hit the bottom. Hold on, no woodchuck hole is like this! I glanced backward and could see a shear cliff, in a split second my heart beat was up past what it should be. I continued to tip backwards. I made the split second decision to launch off the edge, maybe I could recover in time with my tails, I knew it would not happen tumbling down the cliff. I planted my feet into the edge of the cliff and used what remaining vertical inertia I had to crouch down, then sprung off the edge as hard as I could. I flew out about 20 feet and began to spin my tails. I went into the standard skydiving position and angled my tails in such a way that they would want to push me down as I spun them. One thing this did was use the airflow to help me out in speeding them up, the other thing it did was keep me from tiring quickly. Like a helicopter auto-rotating, my tails spun faster and faster, to the point where I could begin to tilt them the other way and start to slow myself down. Of course all this spent up over half of my room, and I was going terminal velocity at this point.
Shit! This is not good! Oh crap! I slowly pitched my tails to try and recover, like a manual transmission car slowly taking off as the clutch was let out. I began to slow down, but that ground was coming up fast! There was no way I was gonna make it! I kept pitching my tails more and more, moderating their RPM, if I just pitched them all out they would stop turning and I would fall faster. The ground was right there! 50 feet away. Still going at least 60 miles an hour. I kept trying to slow down. 30 feet. 50 miles an hour. No, not gonna make it. 20 feet. 40 miles and hour. Shit! 10 feet. Oh god I am tired. I couldn't slow down more! Oh damn!
I steered my self toward the smooth down slope of the bottom of the cliff, I was going to tuck and roll this one out. Still going 35! I let off my tails and tucked up like Sonic used to try and show me how to do. I always looked up to him and that way past cool spin dash of his. I couldn't ever do it quite right but got close. I squinted my eyes and impacted the ground.
All went black...
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Blaze's POV, who'da thunk it?
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Well, that was fun. Maybe I should have sent Tails to get my parents and gave him the Sol emerald. I really screwed this one up. We had no time though, I Chaos controlled us to wherever we were right now. Speaking of "we." Where is every body else?
I talked to myself mentally as I strolled along in a not so crowded ghostly looking city. For the strangest reason, nobody was here? What was stranger was that it looked like I was in the old west. Nothing was painted. Everything was all faded wood and dusty as a desert. The buildings around me all where labeled with signs that were very western looking. They had all the letters painted red, most of them did, and they were cut out of wood and nailed on the sign. There was one named "Saloon" in the distance. I figured I would head there. Someone would be there for sure, I know all the bars in my world were crowded often. Not that I went in them, but I could often see from a distance.
As I walked down the empty road, I saw an ominous looking tumbleweed stroll by. Wow, that was strange. I thought I heard something to the left of me, when I swung my head around quickly at the window it came from, I was greeted with a set of slamming shutters. At least there were people in this dump.
I opened the swinging doors to the saloon, there were people here. Thank you! All of them, however, looked like some pretty shady characters. All of them appeared as brown, black, and other dusty colors of various animals. Cats, dogs, squirrels, and others, they were all the colors of the buildings. One particular character caught my eyes though, he was purple! When I looked in his direction, he glanced back at me.
"What is a sweet little thing like you doin' in a place like this?" He asked, walking toward me. Now that he was closer I could see him more clearly. Appearing to be a weasel, he wore a dusty vest and hat (in color and just dusty.)
I placed my hand on my hip and gave him a sassy look. "Don't be a stereotypical jerk, and don't call me a 'pretty little thing.' I just came here to find out if I could find some of my friends."
The purple weasel gave me a smile with his white muzzle. "Ahh! Well what do they look like?" He asked. Mood swing much?
"One is a brown and dark orange raccoon, about yay high." I held my hand about up a little over my shoulders. "Another is a light orange fox, he has on clothing similar to mine. About yay high." I held my hand up as high as my head, we were the same height. It was then that I realized I had been wearing these red flannel PJs for over a week now, eww...
I did not tell him what my parents looked like however. They could get by on there own, I honestly was only worrying for Marine. She was a little young to be out around a stingy place like this alone.
"Ahh. Well maybe I can help ya." He gave me another smile, this one showed a single white canine tooth mounted to the top of his jaw that went down the outside of his bottom lip. He held out his arm for me to grab, like he was leading me to the highschool prom.
"No." I said, crossing my arms. "What is your name playboy?"
"Nack the weasel, bounty hunter." He said with a valiant bow. Oh great, now I am associating with trash like bounty hunters. From princess to peasant in a week and a half. Great. He tried to grab me by the arm, big mistake. He instantly withdrew his hand and shook it violently.
"Don't touch me." I said indifferently. "Just either say that you will help or you will not."
He continued to shake his hand, his glove had the palm burnt through and his hand was beat red. "Goddamn woman! I thought you were hot but sheesh. Now why you gone and burn my hand?"
"Stop being so disrespectful you jerk!" Alright, this guy was getting on my nerves. I began to notice that everybody in the saloon was backing away from Nack, and me in the process. But I could tell it was not me they were terrified of, it was Nack. What was so special about this loser?
"Hey! Don't you speak that way to me you broad! You haven't a clue who you're dealing with!" He said in a loud tone, he was obviously angry. Oh great, what did I get myself into now?
"Listen buddy, I don't want trouble. But you get disrespected by me if you treat me disrespectful. Don't call me a broad. I am warning you one last time, call me any other names of that sort and you will be one roasted weasel!"
"I'll call you whatever I want! Now come on back with me, I can help you out." He said with a dirty look on his face. Alright, I had it, time to beat the snot out of this jerk.
My fist instantly extended in the blink of an eye and connected with his jaw, he was sent flying across the room and into one of the tables, which split in half and collapsed. Everybody in the room gasped and looked at me like I was the walking dead. Then at Nack who looked royally pissed off. He took his hat and whipped it at me with an incredible speed, I snatched it out of the air with one hand. What was that for? I don't get it? Upon closer observation, I could see a small needle dripping with god-knows what.
"Typical of a bounty hunter, cheap cowardly tricks." I said, looking at the hat. I whipped it back at him twice as fast as he threw it at me. I also set it on fire for good measure. Nack ducked and it pinned itself to the wall.
The owner of the saloon splashed a glass of water on it to put out the flaming hat. "Sorry!" I cried out to the proprietor. He looked at me and shook in fear, then ran away and hid behind his bartender's table. Everyone else that could fit back there did the same. The rest just huddled in a corner. Nack must be dangerous!
"Argh!" Nack flipped a gun of some sort out of its holster at his waist and pointed it at me, then pulled the trigger. What surprised me was all that happened in less than a quarter second. Not faster than me but still freakishly fast. I held out a hand and and caught the bullet inbetween my pointer finger and thumb. I only wanted to scare this guy, last thing I wanted to do was kill some person I don't know from some place I don't know. Bad things might happen.
I THREW the bullet at him with a great force. It went straight down the barrel of the gun and made the next round go off and blow up the butt of the gun. It exploded in his face and covered him in soot. I giggled at the looney-tune-ish looking sequence that had just played out. Nack had a stunned look on his face.
"What would ya say if I offered you a job toots, as a bounty hunter?" Nack asked me, rubbing off the soot from his face with a towel that someone just gave him.
"I'd say go to hell. My talents go towards doing my job, not toward being a lowly bounty hunter." I said to him. "Now tell me, have you seen my friends or not?"
"Why you! I just offered you a job! Now take it!" Nack said, obvious frustration on his face.
"Listen, I don't wanna embarrass you anymore. You had better stop being so disrespectful." I said with a mellow face, this jerk was not worth my time. Not at all. I crossed my arms and leaned back slightly with my feet put together.
"Just... Leave! Now!"
"You don't have to tell me twice." I said, turning on my heel and walking out the door. Unbeknownst to me, Nack had grabbed his pistol by the barrel and hauled back to throw it at the back of my head. He let it loose, unfortunately for him it made a sound. I turned and grabbed the weapon before it could hit me, then held it in my left hand as I took off my right glove, and rolled up the sleeve as well. (Both would catch on fire or melt with his sort of heat.)
Placing the gun in my right hand, I turned up the temp, the gun began to glow red-hot, then started to turn white, and disform. Drips of molten metal dripped from my hand and burnt through the wood floor. Nack, who had pulled his scorched hat out of the wall, dropped it to the floor after seeing me do that. "What are you?"
"Blaze the Cat. I was named that for a reason as you can see." I felt on top of the world in coolness at that point, I turned and walked out the door.
I stopped and thought for a second.
"That was a total waste of my time." I said, I could swear I could hear a manly voice echo the same thing...
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Anonymous POV. OOOO! Who could our first mystery guest be?
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I was out tending to different matters, working on the flying machine. Etc. When I happened to hear a series of sounds that resembled, "Ahhh! Thud! thudathudathudathuda snap!"
'Well, that was queer.' I said to myself. I got up to investigate whatever this was, it came from the north facing fence, the same one that had a large cliff right after it. I hope nobody made a fall down that hill! They are likely dead. UGH! I hate digging holes, this one can have a shallow grave...
When I peeked around the corner of the barn, there was a light orange fox, sprawled out unconscious on the ground. On top of my fence I had just put up yesterday! Damnit! I ran over to check this out with a closer view. When I got there, I could see that this fox was not beaten up too badly, he should be cracked like an egg after a fall like that! Somehow he managed to slow himself down. I noticed another thing, he had TWO tails! Wow! Don't see a two-tailed kitsune everyday now do ya?
I guess I had better see if he is alive. I bent down on my knees and lifted his wrist. He had a pulse, his chest rose and fell peacefully as well. Yep, tails is alive. Ha! That is a good nickname for this dude, tails. I like that nickname...
Oh well, I flipped him over to check for any bad physical injuries. I also felt up his arms and legs to check for broken bones, don't want to make them any worse if I move him. Lucky for him, he was fine, being in extremely good shape probably helped with dampening the injuries he would suffer from the fall. He probably passed out from shock, no traumatic head injuries, no bruising I mean, or bumps, or road rash on his head. I dunno how he managed to keep his head from being injured!
His arms, legs, and back were pretty scratched and bruised. Mostly his back and knees. It was as if he had curled into a tight ball before hitting the ground, that helped him a lot too. Kept his noggin in one piece, that is the most important thing. I picked him up and flopped him over my shoulder to carry him into my house. He was a heavy one! Must eat his pork and beans.
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Marine's POV
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Alright, that was a rather random, rushed, and overall discombobulating experience. I had just woken up from some sort of state of unconsciousness and sat up to take an inventory of my surroundings.
Well, ain't where I was hopin' to be, that was for sure. I looked around, I appeared to be in a cave of some sort. I sat up so I could look behind me as well. Blaze's parents where there!
"Oi thought I'd never be 'appy to see you two!" I said happily, scooting towards them. They had a small fire going inside of the cave so we could see.
Blaze's father was dressed up in his usual royal attire. A brilliant red coat with long sleeves, the seam in the middle of it was buttoned together and ran in a diagonal from his left shoulder down to the bottom right of the coat. Below that were red pants that where straight and formal, along with red shoes that did not really draw the eye quite like the rest of his outfit. All of this complimented his pitch black fur. He was a rather handsome cat!
Blaze's mother was a lavender cat just like Blaze was, only a lot lighter of a shade. She had the same type of cloak that Blaze wore as well, and the outfit was in general, the same. The only difference to be noted was the lack of a gem smack in the middle of the forehead and her hair was down, not up. Also her cloak was a two-tone white and orange color.
Mrs. The Cat opened her mouth first. "Oh great! Marie woke up. I told you we should have left her out there." She sighed, dropping her head into her hands. Her husband looked semi-glad to see me though.
"Glad you woke up Marine, forgive my wife, she does not really like strangers."
"Oi think the word ya was lookin' for was 'racist'."
"That too... But inside she is a nice person. Just cause she is racist does not make her a bad person." Mr. The Cat insisted, I personally had other opinions.
"Listen you!" I stuck my finger in Mrs. the Cat's face. "You had better treat me with respect! Cause here, you ain't got any authority!" I shouted at her like I always had wanted to. Blaze's mother was not exactly a fair person when it came to another species. Wait till she saw Blaze and Tails! She is gonna FREAK out! I glanced at Mr. the Cat, I had a huge feeling they were betrothed.
"Sorry Marine, I am stuck with her, we were betrothed. That seems to be the way it goes." Mr. the Cat said, drooping his head with an 'I hate my life' look on his face.
"Ya ain't stuck in yer original world ya know. You two can separate now. Blaze had always told me you TWO weren't nice, but tall and handsome seems fine." I said, winking at Mr. the Cat.
"Uhh, sure Marine, but more importantly, how do we get out of here?" Mr. the Cat asked. Mrs. the Cat sat back, looking at her nails. What a bitch! I would not be surprised if I smacked her in the face before we got out of this cave.
"Oi believe we should look for Tails first. He will have a better hold on the situation than Blaze, and we will get outta here quicker." I explained to Mr. the Cat.
"I really want to find Blaze..."
"Well, bitch over there cares for Blaze. I think. Lets have her look for her." I said, with a frustrated tone. Finding Tails was more important. Cause we will find Blaze much easier with his help. But Blaze will not be a very big help for finding Tails.
"How dare you question my love for my daughter!" Mrs. the Cat shouted. "I will look for her, you two look for 'Tails', whoever he is."
"Ya, who is Tails?" Mr. the Cat asked me.
"Well, he is a yellow-orange fox about the same height as Blaze, and he has got two tails. He should stick out like a sore thumb." I explained. "He is the one that came back to our world with Blaze to save us. When he told the story it was not on purpose though..."
"...Well? Where do we start looking?" Mr. the Cat asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Any livin' places in the distance?" I asked. We all walked out the cave to take a look. Over our heads was a sheer cliff going straight up, I'd hate to fall off that!
"How about you and me follow this cliff to the right, my wife can head in the left direction. They are bound to go somewhere important eventually."
Mrs. the Cat scowled. "Fine." She turned left and walked that way.
When I was sure she was out of earshot I turned to talk to Mr. the Cat. "How did Blaze turn out so kind when she is the daughter of that thing?" I said, that earned me a smack in the face.
"My wife was not always like that!" Whoops! I offended pretty bad that time! Mr. the Cat looked pretty miffed, he had an angry look and was pointing at me.
I held my cheek and started to apologize. "Sorry, it was not my place to say that."
He got out of his offended stance and sighed. "It was not my place to smack you for it, but she used to be a kind cat. But that is a rather lengthy story to tell."
We were both quiet for the rest of our walk. Good going Marine, this time my big mouth struck a nerve pretty deep. After thirty minutes of silence or so, curiousity was getting the better of me.
"It looks like we have a ways to go, lets hear it." I said. His facial features drooped slightly.
"Alright...It all started like this..."
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Tails' POV
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I slowly opened my eyes for the second time today, at least this time I was on a comfy bed. Not perched precariously at the top of a 200 foot cliff. I sat up to look around the room I was apparently in, as I did so the covers fell off of me. At least off the upper half of my body. I looked around the room...
Yep! Not my house. Everything was dim and dusty. A ruddy window let in a scattered beam of light that lit the room just enough to make out colors well. There was a simple table across the room and to the left of the door that led...somewhere. The aforementioned window was even farther left, so far, in fact, that it was on a different wall. The wall to the left of me. Towards the right was nothing really important, just a dusty, wooden, wall.
I tossed the covers the rest of the way off and twisted so my legs dangled over the edge of the bed. Then hopped off and lazily stumbled toward the door. My legs felt a little sore and were a bit wobbly. Oh well. I grabbed the door handle and turned it quickly and flung the door open.
Wait, how come I have not questioned where I was? I stopped. Where am I? Not my house? Not with Blaze? Not with anybody I know! So where was I? Was this Mobius? Or some other place that I don't know anything about?
"So you're awake." I heard a soft feminine voice call out. I thought my face was gonna fall off, am I in Mobotropilis? Cause Nicole was standing in front of me, although dressed like she was in an old western movie.
"Nicole? Where am I and why are you dressed like that?" I asked blankly.
"Nicole? I dunno who ya mean buddy. But ma name ain't Nicole, not by a long shot." The apparently not Nicole lynx said. She was just as pretty as Nicole, maybe with a little ruddier hair, but that went along with the old clothes. I walked up closer to her, if this where Nicole, and we were not in Mobotropilis, she would be nothing but a hologram. I stuck out a hand and poked her. "Hey!"
"You're real!" I exclaimed, this wasn't Nicole after all. BUT, Nicole might have had a model for her nanite body. "Who are you?"
"The name's Jennifer. But my buddies call me Jenny, or Jen. It don't matter." She said with a smile, and striking a pose while pointing at herself. She was very cheerful, full of life, so to say. She reminded me of Marine. "And as for where ya are! Yer in ma home of course!" She had a southern accent, BIG time. So thick it was almost sickening.
Yep, very much like Marine. I sweatdropped. "Really? I thought I was in hell for a second!" I said, smiling sarcastically.
"Hey hey, don't be a hatin'!" Jenny said. "Yer in my home, and as long as yer here, you 'oughta help me out. Read the sign." She pointed over her head at the wall at the end of the hallway. Just as bossy and full of herself as Marine, that's for sure.
It read: "Smokers and chewers will please spit on EACH other, refrain from polluting walls, floor, stove. ~Proprietor~" I read it aloud as well. The lynx gave a frustrated sigh. Then got behind me. She stuck both of her hands on the sides of my head and aimed it slightly to the right.
"THAT, sign. Ya idiot."
I read this one aloud as well. "The cost of life is always the same, everything you've got."
"Ya, so if you wanna live here, you gotta pay up with everything ya'll got. And since ya ain't got cash or booze, yer payin' with work. Now get outside and fix that fence ya broke while fallin' down that hill!"
"Alright, I will, but only if you give me some tools. I am not gonna use my head as a hammer. I like to think with it instead." I said smartly.
"Cut the wise cracks smart-ass an' folla' me." She said blankly. Then turned on her heels and walked down the hall, I engaged in pursuit. We went down the hall, then there was a door on the immediate right, which Jenny opened. Then we both went outside.
"Ya'll find the tools in the shed over there. Lumber should be there too. Now do a good job or yer gonna be makin' me an entirely NEW fence." She said flatly, I think she had done this before. "An' don't try ta run. Cause then ya'll have to do this work with no kneecaps." She said, then turned inside and closed the door.
"New fence she wants, new fence she gets!" I looked out at the old fence, part of it was collapsed and smashed. Obviously the place where I had fallen into it. I walked sharply to the right and down the dusty wasteland she thought was a yard. All of it was cracked, rough, and uneven. EXCEPT, for one finely tended quarter mile strip, I dunno what it was for. But it was strange to see that. This strip in question ran parallel to the sheer cliff and it was across the yard in front of the house. I was in the backyard and about half of the way to the shed.
The shed was a pretty large shed, it looked like it could house more than just some fencing tools. It was actually more secure looking and possibly larger than the house I just came from! Maybe she lives in there! Although the part I was pointed to was a small section of the large shed/home. I headed towards it then opened the unlocked door. This small section was, well, small. It had a few shovels, hammers, and various other tools of the trade in the back. On the left was a small stack of split rail fence rails. I picked up four and a post. As well as a shovel, and headed for the other end of the yard where it was broken.
About half way there, Jen, or Jenny, whatever. Opened the screen door that lead to what I was sorta almost sure was the home. It was the building I was just in. "Wow! Ya'll do eat yer pork and beans! 'Bout as strong as a mule!" She complemented. I sighed. I get that a lot. I am pretty, well, huge. Nothing obscene but I was well built and could lift a fair load. Being a freedom fighter keeps you pretty darn active, ya know? Although my muscle was well hidden under the fur. So I did not look big and strong.
"I get my exercise!" I called back. Lugging the heavy supplies the rest of the way. I dropped them on the ground and began to pull two of the broken split rails out of the fence posts. Then the other two that where only cracked and twisted. Then in the middle was a broke up fence post, the bottom was still intact enough for me to get a good grip on it...
I yanked that outta the ground quickly, but not so easily. Jen had buried it a frickin two and a half feet in the ground! Lucky enough for me, the hole that it was in was still intact. So all I had to do was drop in the new post, place the new four rails, and carry the broken wood over to the pile of firewood I saw over next to the house. Unless she lives in the shed. Whatever. Now I could ask questions and hopefully find out where I am. Wherever I was I hope it is Mobius. And the Prime Zone.
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Wow, So guess who read almost all of the Archie Sonic Comics? ME! But don't ask where I got them... Cause I won't say. So that really ate up typing time. I have also been much more involved in flying my models lately. Likely cause the end of the flying season is nearing. So that means less typing time. I also have been reading a few FFs here and there.
I barely read this over before posting so there may be a few grammar errors here and there...
AND IT IS SUBJECT TO EDITING AND CHANGE IF I SEE FIT!
~The Guy in the Background~