This story may be updated a bit later because I've sort of lost interest in this story, and more into the Jet's Name one. And the fact that I had writer's block for the past weeks doesn't really help.
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Ch. 8: Alliances
Sonic's funeral lasted the entire day. Everyone was there, even his long-lost mother Queen Aleena. (I refuse to believe in Bernie from Archie.) I noticed that many people brought roses, Sonic's favorite flower, to place on his grave. I had one too, placing it right on top of his quills. Amy, Tails, Knuckles, and even Shadow and Jet gave laments about their favorite hero. Amy couldn't bare to finish her's, so Rector did for her.
I sighed, staring at the black tuxedo I wore. I noticed that most of the Ex. World Grand Prix staff where here, along with most of the racers. Except Espio, his killer. Team Dynamite stood mostly in the corner, speaking amongst themselves until asked to throw their roses on Sonic's grave. Nack's rose was white, symbolizing friendship, while the others had yellow roses.
My rose was, too, white because Amy, and Amy alone, could only love Sonic. Sonic and Amy were meant for each other. After that day Sonic first saved her from Metal Sonic, I heard Sonic talk to Tails, saying that their meeting was like an angel zapped him. Zapped? But angels can only shoot arrows!
It lasted for what seemed to be forever, until Sonic's grave was finally buried into the ground in South Island, his birth place. He had a statue behind him, holding a flag that was for justice and freedom. The flag was red and white with a star in the middle: South Island's flag. Queen Aleena weeped when the dirt covered Sonic's coffin, and Madam Vanilla tried to comfort her. But she didn't know what it was like to lose a child.
The Babylon Rogues and I went home. Stream joined us, being Storm's little sister and all. Throughout the entire trip home, no body spoke. Not even the talkative Wave who always had something to lecture with, but for now, she was silent.
I stared at my ceiling. It was light yellow with a solitary black stripe. I tried to imagine pictures on the curvy indents, but I was too angsty. Changing into my regular clothes, I could've sworn someone, or thing, was watching me. Glancing around, no one was there.
My mind must be playing tricks on me, but with Espio and Rodrigo around... I shuddered at the thought. If Rodrigo possessed me like he did Espio, I'd probably be the one in the grave, not Sonic.
Someone knocked on my door. It was Stream. She seemed downcast with a taste of discomfort. I smiled at her, wondering what she wanted. She sat down on my bed, shuffling her feet.
"What's up, Stream?" I asked, lying on my bed.
"...It's...Espio," she murmured, barely above a whisper.
"Espio? What about that guy?" I huffed, anger at him for harming Nack and for his betrayal to Rodrigo.
Stream looked up ahead, straight through me. "H-he isn't a-actually alive, to say. M-merely a soul without a transparent body." She noticed the confusion on my face. "I mean that he's like a ghost that you can touch."
"G-ghosts?" I was somewhat afraid of ghosts. I kept seeing them at this haunted castle with Team Chaotix, and only I could see them. Vector and Espio called me crazy, like usual. Nothing new there.
She nodded, asking what Espio did to me in there. Before I could answer, the other Babylon Rogues barged in unnanounced. Jet grabbed me by my wings, half-carrying, half-dragging me to his office. I protested, but stopped when I saw Kiba and Wave start to bicker over something. Chuckling, Jet sat me on his desk while the girls waited in the hallway to fight. I feel bad for Stream who had to try to and live while they fought.
Jet and Storm whispered something to each other. Storm stood behind Jet, arms crossed. Jet leaned forward; his hands were crossed, and a serious look donned his face. The hawk took off his goggles, placing them inside his desk.
I cocked my head, tired of these setbacks. "What?"
"Charmy, what exactly happened between the confrontation of you and Espio?" Jet asked, though it sounded to me like a demand.
"I told you, already! He and I fought while he was Rodrigo. Rodrigo says that he's going to turn Mobuis into a ship to take over Babylon."
"Impossible." Jet stood up, facing the window. He paced for a few seconds. "Babylon's already here, on Mobius in the desert. That spaceship jazz though..."
Storm glanced over at Jet. "Boss, what's wrong?"
"How can he turn an entire world into a ship? It's illogical. This world is composed of lava and rock. Maybe a few natural gases and stuff, but how can he just turn this world in a ship?"
I crossed my arms, thinking hard. If someone was to turn a world into a spaceship, it would take hundreds of years. Eggman could probably do it now, but he's gone. We think. To turn Mobius into a spaceship, the person would have to change the world completely with alot of technology. Where was Rodrigo going to get all that?
"The Ex World Grand Prix kids!" I cried, making the birds jump. "Rodrigo mentioned something about using the contestants of the Grand Prix racers and staff."
Wave stepped in, dragging Kiba behind her. Stream poked Kiba's limping form. Kiba had a large bandage wrapped around her head. She gingerly rubbed it, wincing. Now, I really don't want to know how painful Wave's punishments could be...
"I think I understand," Wave said, stepping up. "Rodrigo can possess people, like Espio. So, perhaps he can control us as well. Stream, did Rodrigo ever possess you?"
She shook her head. "No, Wave."
Having a disapproving look on her face, she sighed. "Maybe he can clone himself."
"Clone? Wave, he's dead," Storm said, looking skeptical.
"You think of something, stupid!"
Jet slammed his hands on the desk, knocking me over. I winced, rubbing my bottom. Jet shouted at them for silence, aggrivated by their constant bickering. Scratching one of his temples, Jet asked for us to all leave...except me. Damnit. Everyone left, leaving me alone with Jet.
Jet slumped in his chair, sighing loudly. "I HATE YOUR LIFE!"
I flinched at his outburst. "Uh, why?"
"Because Rodrigo took over your dead friend! I feel really bad for you, and now I have to deal with this. Sonic's dead, this whole ordeal just really sucks." Jet slammed his head down on the desk a few times, until he groaned with pain and the fact that his cell phone went off. "Hello?...Carnage? Uh, speak normally! Yes, I kill you if you don't!...No, I don't like-...What? No, don't just come over!" He threw his phone at a wall, watching it bounce back and hit him in the face. Who didn't see that coming, raise your hand?
I stared at him. "Who was that, Jet?"
"An old friend, Carnage the Wolf."
And at that exact moment, a person plowed through the wall. A red wolf with a black jumpsuit on with black jeans. Behind him was a purple tiger with some sort of watch on his wrist. The tiger had a leash on his neck. The tiger was sighing, head down, glaring at the wolf.
The wolf glanced over at Jet, smiling. "Ah, Jet! We am are so happy to see you again!"
"We am?" I repeated, staring at the tiger.
Jet sighed, slamming his head in the table in utter annoyance. "He's retarded. He'll say We instead of I, Ours instead of Mine, and even, well, he's stupid."
Carnage smiled. "We act as one. One mind, one body." Yanking on his leash, he made the tiger fall over. "This is Armand, our slave."
Armand sighed. He fiddled around with the what appeared to be a watch on his wrist. He pressed a button, but, I presume it was by accident, and a lazer beam came out, blasting Carnage in the back on the head. He blinked, watching Carnage fall to the ground. Carnage's back suddenly caught fire, and he screamed something about how that his mind was special.
Kiba ran in, dumped water on him, than dragged him away. "I can't believe I used to work with this guy."
"Kiba, what?" I asked, blinking in confusion.
Her face flushed, and her grip tightened around Carnage's neck. She dragged him out of the room. Multiple punches were then heard, followed by Carnage's screaming. Suddenly, there was silence. Until Carnage screamed something, and Kiba bolted back inside. Carnage was holding a large butcher knife, but was Storm stopped him.
Armand shook his head, taking off his leash and collar. "Seriously, we made a bet to see who could climb a tree faster, but just when I was about to win, he kicked me straight in the face."
"No fair," I muttered.
Jet slapped his hands down on the table, grabbing our somewhat divided attention. The hawk sternly growled at Kiba and Carnage, even though the wolf was still placed in Storm's care. "Can we please get down to business?"
Wave walked in, looking somewhat exasperated. "Apparently, Rodrigo made his move. He just used Espio to attack the church where they buried Sonic."
I flinched. How dare he attack a church? Sure, even if Espio didn't tell me if God was real, I still believe! Besides, the Babylonians would beat my butt if I didn't. I felt my eyes cloud, imagining Espio just attack random people with no purpose.
Using my wings, I quietly hovered out of the room, even though Storm protested. Jet told him to let me go. I needed to be alone. Sighing to myself, I could hear them discuss plans to defeat Rodrigo. I flew off to my room, bashing my fist into several walls on the wall.
Espio wasn't like that. He was kind, maybe a little selfish and egotistical, but he was a great guy! This is all Rodrigo's fault! Maybe, maybe if I never suggested we take that case. That case on South Island...
It's all my fault. I convinced Espio to take that damn case, and I made Vector go along with me. We looked at the clouds on that helicopter. We interrogated a few people, like the person that hired us, what was his name? Oh, Sterling the Owl. No, pardon that statement. To respect him, I'll call him by his true name: Lieutentant Sterling the Owl.
Knock, knock.
"Come in," I grumbled, hiding myself under my pillow.
Storm, like usual, he's come to cheer me up. The albatross gave a little sigh, asking to sit on the corner on my bed. I waved for him to do so. Coughing, I mumbled that I was sick was a dangerous disease that would contaminate whatever I touched. He didn't buy, like I figured.
"You doin' okay down there?" he asked through a whisper.
"Not really."
Storm lied down next to me. I wormed my way to his chest. Whenever I was feeling miserable, Storm was always there for me. It's just like he said to me quite some time ago: He's just like Vector, without the constant need to pay the rent.
Storm lifted me onto his shouler. "Is this getting to you?"
I nodded. "Yes. Espio was one of my very, very bestest friends! Seeing him again, yesterday, that really got me." I touched my heart. "Right here."
Glancing down at his necklace, he muttered, "I'd feel the same if that happened to me and Boss. Ya know, if he just died on me."
"If you died, Storm, I'd be really sad!"
Storm hugged my gently with one hand, the other stroking the top of my head. I smiled as I buried my face into his long chest feathers. Storm was usually the only one that could make me feel truly happy in these situations. Sometimes Jet could, but it was always Storm. No matter how much I cried, he was the one that always wiped my tears.
More knocking. Storm called for someone to come in. I glanced at the door wryly, annoyed that someone dared to interrupt. It was Jet, holding his cell phone. Snapping it shut, he shook his head.
"The Babylon Rogues and the Wolf tribe just made an alliance. We'll look out for each other during this business," Jet said, though it was somewhat distain.
Great, we get to work with idiots...
Meanwhile, down at Team Virtex' home, an extremely mad red hedgehog known as Rector was ready to kill everyone in his house. He was growling like a mad dog. Especially since the wolf tribe was in his house, along with Team Dynamite. And Amy. And Durza, who know went by the name of Psycho. And Psycho flirting with an aggrivated Amy. And Tomo fighting with Bark.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL IN MY HOUSE, FREELOADERS?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"For Sparta!" Rojok screamed, trying to Sparta-kick Rector.
Rector grabbed the kick, whirled Rojok around in a circle, and then fired him out the window. Aikara waved to her cohort as he blasted out the window. Bean gave it a ten. The hedgheog stalked up the stairs, shouting for attention. When everyone was silent, Rector cleared his throat. "Now, if I made it clear when we were at Sonic's terrible funeral, I told everyone to meet up at Tails' workship!"
"Oh, shaddap!" Nack shouted. "I hate that kid! Twin-tailed twerp tried to shoot me when I was running away."
"That was Tails' house? Oh, I thought it was a bathroom," a random wolf said.
Psycho smacked the wolf over the head. "In any case, we're here now, Rector, so there is nothing you can do." He wrapped his arm around Amy, which resulted in him getting slapped in the face.
Howl, taking a stand for his leader, glared at the wolf. He wiped out his sword at lightning speed, pointing it at his nose. "Do you realize that it is disrespectful to hit on a woman whose lover just died?"
He didn't reply, feeling minor guilt. However, the guilt was soon turned in surprise when his eyes caught sight of Aikara and he ran over to her. Aikara punched him square in the jaw.
"Um, okay, but do not do it again, or else there will be dire consquences." Sheathing his sword, Howl carefully walked into the crowd. Calmly, he ignored the glares coming from Psycho's tribe and ascended the steps to join his teammates.
Raine looked around, noticing Nack checking his gauzes. He continued to try and peel the bandages off, even though Bark kept smacking him over the head for doing so. Tomo wrapped his hands behind his back, twisting them. He cried out, scorn running through him. Team Dynamite chuckled, watching Nack hold his wrist in pain. However, Nack shot Psycho in the face with one of his stub bullets, knocking him unconsious.
Rector called out for attention when the wolf tribe started to get testy over Psycho's beatdown. "Shut up! Stupid wolves...Not you Howl, them!" he cried, trying to avoid Howl's sword. "In any case, I'm asking for what I hate to call an alliance yet it is one. An alliance between Team Virtex, Team Dynamite, and the Wolf Tribe. What do you say, Nack?"
"Dynamite huddle," he ordered. The four mercenaries started to ponder over the agreement. However, it included a random fight to break out between Bark and Tomo, and Bean getting smacked alot for stupid comments until they finally agreed.
The Wolf Tribe seemed reluctant. They cocked their heads, muttering their annoyance at the deal. Rojok came flying back in, smacked himself into a table, than flew out the other window. Psycho stood on a table.
"Shut up!" he bellowed, gainging their attention. "This is the only chance we've got to kill Rodrigo for good. Rector, we'll join you. No matter what the leader says."
"Leader?" Tomo repeated.
"What leader?" Rector asked, brow furrowed.
Psycho sighed, looking aghast. "It's...Carnage."
GASP!
"YOU GUYS LET AN IDIOT BE THE LEADER!?" Bark screamed, completely in shock.
Bean fainted, completely in surprise and the fact that he was hit on the head so many times it gave him a concussion.
Rector blinked. He never met "Carnage" before so he wouldn't know the extent of his insanity. Aikara walked up to him, whispering all the crazy stunts she heard him due. Twitching, Rector called out the the group, "So...we good?"
"Of course, with us there is nothing to worry," Tomo smirked.
"MAN AND GAY VERSION OF INDIANA JONES!" Rojok cried, coming in from the same window he was thrown out the first time. Psycho burst into laughter. Nack and Tomo growled. Pulling out their weapons, they pretty much went haywire on Psycho's poor younger brother.
"Hey! Fight outside!" Raine cried.
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Next: Rodrigo's Followers