Chapter 3 was worth it to write. I noted some of your questions, and hopefully I managed to answer them well. Sweatdrops and grins Well anyway, thanks for the reviews. ; Here's Chapter 3
By the way, I'm not Lidsey. -;
Silver the Hedgehog and related characters © Sega and the Sonic Team/Archie
Diego and other characters © Me, Kona (Konafox) Do not take with out my permission.
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For a second, Silver panicked. The fall had literally taken no more then a minute, before he managed to get the energy flowing, in the nick of time to save him from becoming a bloodied hedgehog on the pavement smack in the center of Station Square. Sweat no longer clung to his fur, due to the cold wind buffeting them from his body, though his heart was racing like the legs of a cheetah after it's prey.
"That was the stupidest thing I have ever done!" Silver yelled aloud. Louder then he meant to. Quickly he noticed that people were giving him a huge berth of space. Then again, people usually tend to avoid talking (or yelling in Silver's case) cyborg hedgehogs that drop from the sky. The hedgehog blinked slightly, feeling his face turn red. Quickly he jogged his way out of the crowd, not stopping until he was a good distance away.
Once said goal was achieved, the hedgehog took his time to survey the area. He knew where he was, but didn't know where he was. That meant that he knew that he was in Station Square, but not where in Station Square. Upon letting his golden eyes scan the area, Silver noticed this place too was wet. Puddles lined the ground, as if it had just rained, and people carried around umbrellas. That's weird. He thought, The last time I remember rain… was last night when I was… His mind hovered over the word 'Normal' but he couldn't bring himself to think it. Not until he saw himself in a mirror. He could already assume his head was not machinery. His face had blushed, and when he woke up, his head smarted. As far as he could tell, robots couldn't feel that sort of thing. Discarding his worries with the water, he quickly rushed his way into the nearest building, a small restaurant eager to find a mirror.
Inside a rather old man with snowy white graying hair had been cleaning the counter with an old ratty gray rag, humming a cheerful tune. He stopped hearing the door jingle as Silver walked in.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Can I help you, lad?"
"Yeah." Silver replied cheerfully. "I was wondering if you had a bathroom- erm, with a mirror, that is." He was careful not to rest a hand on the freshly clean counter not wanting to mark it up, a taboo of memory of his old limbs.
The old man adjusted his spectacles, his slate gray eyes twinkling with knowledge as he observed Silver. After a moment he nodded, and pointed to a door. "Back there, Dibbler."
"Err, thanks." Silver replied, somewhat confused yet quickly made his way to the bathroom door. What the freaking hell is a dibbler?!
Once inside the bathroom, Silver locked the door and sighed, beginning to mentally prepare himself for what may be looking back at him in the mirror. His metal hand gleamed as he reached up to smooth his head spikes back closing his eyes as he did so. A deep breath was inhaled, then exhaled, and his heart began to beat wildly. Finally, his courage worked up and he turned toward the reflective sheet on the wall.
Looking back at him was no more then what he had expected.
Looking back at him was a silver hedgehog, with arms gleaming silvery metallic. Who's stomach where he had been slashed open was also shining and bright with metal, in this case, slightly more blue due to the way the light was hitting it. Staring at his body he realized that Eggman Nega's symbol was branded on his arm and felt a sudden fury realizing that he (or at least his new biomechanical limbs) were labeled as property! Slightly furious with this discovery, he clenched his fist, and then unclenched it, torn between what to think. He really was Nega's lackey now. Thought of this made him sick. Sick enough to have rather been dead.
To sick to continue looking at the reflection cast by the mirror, the hedgehog unlocked the door and headed out into the main area of the restaurant, and for the first time took notice of how loudly his stomach was growling. Sighing, he took a seat at a bright red stool and looked up at the menu studying it for something light. "Hmm." Finally he nodded, and looked at the old man, who was now fussing with some boxes. "Excuse me, but can I please have the salad?" He asked.
The old man looked back at silver with those gray eyes, and nodded. "Alright. Ranch fine with that?" Contented with Silver's nod, the man walked to the window. "One number four!" Another voice echoed his command.
"NO WAY! That sleaze bag of a doctor cleaned me out!" Silver gasped suddenly, reaching behind his quills trying to find the money left there, before checking in his shoes, and finally socks. It was not to be found. Gritting his teeth with more and more rising fury, the hedgehog looked at the old man, "I'm sorry about the trouble. I don't have the money to pay you, so I'll just g-"
"On the house." The man interrupted
"Huh?"
"On the house," He repeated again, now with the same rag as earlier cleaning a glass with great care. "You look like you've been through some tough times, Dibbler… I can see it in your face." The old one's voice was monotone and low.
"Thanks…" Silver considered telling the old man he wasn't a dibbler, but decided against it, and instead told him his name. "I'm Silver."
"Apollo." Calmly he reached back and took the salad and placed it in front of Silver. "I own this bar and restaurant."
"It was nice of you to give me this food." Silver replied, smiling at Apollo, while taking his fork awkwardly trying to transfer the food to his mouth. It surprised him how hard it was to move, and somewhat embarrassed Silver.
"Those new?" Asked Apollo like he was just starting idle conversation, flicking a hand towards the arms.
"Very." Silver muttered, finally managing to fork down some of the food.
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After eating, Silver made his way back onto the streets. Only an hour had passed, and he found himself wishing it were dark. Once again, people gave him a wide berth, some slowly pausing to look at his arms, while others sped up to avoid a confrontation. I need a jacket. Silver thought, becoming annoyed with this. Finally he headed for the bank where he had an exact deposit of a thousand rings. After doing so he made his way to the tailors to get a leather jacket and costumed gloves to keep his limbs hidden.
This killed maybe another hour and cost him four hundred rings, in which time Silver decided to finally look for some answers. His first thought was to go to Tails. Where the kitsune was, would be where he found Sonic. Quickly, he adjusted the leather jacket to make it more comfortable, and then began to run towards the train station.
Using ten more rings, he paid for a ticket from a man in a blue suit and caught the train on the last call for passengers. His seat was third class, but that didn't bother him. As far as he knew the trip only took another hour. The cyborg hedgehog was in the very last car of the train, in a seat set to the side much like that of a bus. It wasn't comfy, but the hedgehog found himself asleep quickly.
"You're dead when I get you."
"What?! Who's there?" Silver demanded, looking around. This time his dreams brought him to a large river bend, deserted by all life but him, and who the voice belonged to. To be completely honest, Silver new the voice belonged to the Dingo, but habit still requires him to pose the question. Water from the river began to rise and break the bank, making it pool above his ankles.
At some point while this distracted him, the jackal appeared, directly opposite that of him across the river.
"You're dead when I get you, you stupid foolish hedgehog."
Before Silver could do anything, the water rose quick and managed to hit his arms. Almost immediately a shock ran through him, buzzing and cackling madly. "AAAAARRRRGH!" Silver screeched, the pain killing him literally.
The train screeched to a stop throwing Silver forward onto the ground. A voice on the intercom blared loudly, "Will all passengers please remain calm. We are experiencing some difficulties but-" The voice cut off as another movement made everything tip to the right side of the train. Gasping, Silver forced himself up to look out the window, only to feel his heart stop with the realization that the train was swaying above the water on the well known wooden bridge, and a familiar voice filled the air, one that sent a chill down the hedgehog's spine.
"I told you I would get you. Now you're finally going to die."
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That, my friend, was chapter 3. Sorry if it seemed a little rushed. Oh, by the way:
Dibbler- A small Australian marsupial that was previously believed to be extinct. They're my favorite Aussie animal. Look it up on google and you'll find they look like mice mixed with hedgehogs.
