Chapter 2: Darkness Rises Once More

"Coldsteel...wake up…"

Coldsteel heard the voice of his future self. His eyes opened, and he was once again surrounded by darkness, including the darkness of Deathnox.

"Wake up Coldsteel…" Deathnox demanded. "It is not your time."

"Deathnox?" Coldsteel asked confused. "Is that you? Does this mean the future has not changed?"

"No, my universe has been erazed," intoned Deathnox, "But my darkness is so dark that it consumed the darkness of erazure and left me unharmed. But Super-Brightlord still wants to kill you, so you must wake up."

"What's the point?" moaned Coldsteel. "He's so much stronger than me. How can I reach his level of power?"

"His power is indeed great," pronounced Deathnox, "but I know a way to weaken him and even the metaphorical playing field."

"But he's always super!" complained Coldsteel. "Even if I weakened him, he would still be invincible!"

"That is how you can weaken him," explained Deathnox, "by turning him 'normal.'"

"That's imposible!" yelled Coldsteel.

"Wrong," corrected Deathnox. "One man has managed to neggate a Super form: the one known as 'Eggman.'"

"Eggman was killed by Shadow, remember?" reminded Coldsteel.

"Wrong again," retorted Deathnox. "I have seen all the souls in Hell, and not one of them was his. Meaning that he is still alive."

"If he's still alive," realized Coldsteel, "that means I can find him and make him make me a gadget that can unsuper Super-Brightlord!" Coldsteel wanted to thank his tempural duplicite, but he knew that wouldn't be very badass of him.

"I can read your mind, you know," explained Deathnox. "I except your thanks."

With that, Coldsteel woke up.

He found himself in a on a beach. The sun glared in his eyes like a flashlight in an eye test. Getting up, he saw palm trees and a large, resort-like building. There was a sign in the sand that said "EMERALD COAST." Also there was a girl with big boobies next to him.

"Thank goodness you're awake!" she bellowed. "I don't know what I'd do if you died in front of me!"

Taking his gaze away from her massive rack, Coldsteel got a better look at the girl. She was bright pink, with rainbow eyes and bright blue hilights in her hair-quill things, which reached down to just above her ass, which was as big as her tits. She wore a pistacheo green low cut dress with cherry red lines at the end of each part and sleeves that were wide at the end. She wore fishnet stockings and majenta high heels. She wore an orange bow in her hair and had two earrings (the girly kind) in each ear. She had yellow anime-style wings (you know, the ones with the spyrals) on her back, which came out of a hole in the back of her she wore a silver heart-shaped necklace (but it wasn't a locket because lockets can open and her necklace was flat, unlike her chest) that had "$5.99" engarved into it.

"Who the hell are you?" Coldsteel riddled to the voluptoous vyscountess.

"My name is Annabelle the Hookerhog," she unveiled, winking and bouncing her headlights as she did. "You want to buy my services?"

"You are a very sexy and slutty lady," Coldsteel returned, "but I can't have sex with you right now, because I need to show the world the true meaning of darkness."

"Suit yourself," Annabelle smirked as she trotted away in a sexy manner.

Now that he wasn't distracted by her massive melons, Coldsteel could focus on his vengeance. He knew that finding Eggman would be his greatest challenge yet, so he needed to prepare. He went into the building and then out the building; he was now in Station Square. The sun shone like a bright orb of light in the sky. The waves glistened as they pounded at the sand. Whimsical laughter and music came from the amusement park nearby. Cars drove in, out, and around the circle the dark hedgeheg stood in front of. Coldsteel was disgusted by all the sunshine and beauty and happiness he saw. It was the polar opposite of Westopolis's cloudyness and ruin and misery, which was just how he liked it.

His first order of business was to arm himself. I hope they have a gun store in this Candyland, Coldsteel thought to himself.

He walked around the city, passing people smiling and cars playing pop music, and every time he did he nearly threw up. He needed to get what he needed and get out, ASAP. Eventually he came across a pathetically small gun shop at the edge of town, and went inside.

The whole place was so clean it sparkled. No one was in the shop but him and the cashier. And most jaringly, he could only see three guns in the store: an AK-47, a shotgun, and an RPG.

"Hello stranger!" cheered the cashier cheerfully. "How can I help you today?"

Coldsteel scoffed. "Is this all the guns you have?"

"Well, yes," the cashier confessed. "There isn't a lot of crime here, and there aren't any places to hunt, so-"

"It'll have to do then," interrupted Coldsteel. "I'll take all your guns and ammo."

"Well," the cashier noted, "first I'll have to see your lisense-"

"I don't think you understand," interrupted Coldsteel again. "You're going to give me everything you've got, no questions asked."

"Bu-but that's illegal!" blurted the cashier.

"Do I look like the person who cares about the law?" asked Coldsteel.

"No…" replied the cashier.

"Then, unless you want to know true suffering," threatened Coldsteel, "you'll give me the weapons and ammo."

"I-is that a threat?" inquizited the cashier.

"No," answered Coldsteel, "it's a promise."

"W-well I refuse!" screamed the cashier. "I will not arm a criminal like you!"

"Suit yourself," remarked Coldsteel coldly and steelily. (AN: get it?!) He snapped his fingers, and then a ringing filled the room. It was the cashier's cellphone. He picked it up and asked the caller what was the matter.

"Sir, this is the Station Square Police Department," explained the caller, "and I'm afraid to tell you that your husband has been murdered by his own shadow."

"Oh my god, you're gay?" laughed Coldsteel. "You're even more pathetic than I thought. Now give them to me."

The cashier was trembling with fear and true suffering. (AN: this is because Coldsteel told him he'd know true suffering a few sentences ago but in case you forgot) "Please, take whatever you want! I don't want to live anymore!"

"Good," Coldsteel smirked, "now you can suffer the darkness of a life without love or happiness." He grabbed all the weapons and ammo in the shop and walked out the door. "This is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me," he grinned.

Just as he was leaving the store, however, he heard a familiar voice. "Someone help me!" it screamed. It was Annabelle!

Normally, Coldsteel didn't save anyone who cried for help. If anything, he would kill the person, and then kill those who attacked them, just for fun. But he was feeling horny after seeing that gay guy in despair, and if he saved her she would owe him her body, so he decided to make an ekception. He ran in the direction of the voice until he saw her being forced into a police car by the police.

"Let go of her, police scum!" Coldsteel demanded.

"This lady was caught engaging in prostitution, which is illegal in this state," declared a policeman. "We refuse to let her go."

"Pssh…Nothin personell…kid…" Coldsteel remarked, "but if you won't let her go, I guess I'll have to let you go…to Hell!" He pointed his RPG at the police car and fired it, which blew up the car. Everyone around and in it was blown apart and set on fire, except for Annabelle whose hooters absorbed the blast.

"Thank you for saving me!" thanked Annabelle. "I owe you my life…or should I say, my body." She bent over, further exposing her huge ta-tas.

"That's exactly what I had in mind," Coldsteel whickered. "From now until when I kill that goody-two-shoes hedgehog, you will be my sex slave."

"Fine by me," Annabelle orated. "I bet someone as tough as you has a huge dick."

"You know it, bitch," Coldsteel bragged. "But first, let's get down to business." He snapped his fingers again, and in a flash of darkness, a motorbike appeared. It was a Harley, but everything was black because it was made of darkness. There were spikes everywhere, except for the seat but that's obvious. In a slightly brighter shade of darkness on the side, it said "Into the Void," which was its name. (AN: it's also the name of a nine ich nails song)

Coldsteel got on the bike and clutched the handlebars. Annabelle got on behind him, her ginormous titties pressing against his back. Coldsteel clutched the gas, and they rode wawy from the wretchedly pleasant city.

"You know," Annabelle realized, "I never got your name."

"It's Coldsteel," Coldsteel admitted, "Coldsteel the Hedgeheg."