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Ch. 14: Lair in the Sky, Traitor in the Mist
Cannon is a freak. No really. He is. He's like a falcon version of Haku from Naruto. I love that show; I love Lee. Not that way, but as a role model. Lee's like that guy you love, but at the same time want to beat him up. By "beat him up", I mean get rid of that stupid bowlcut.
Jet and Wave came back from their love fest. At three in the morning. I freaked out, not knowing it was them and repeatedly smashed Jet over the beak with a fire extinguisher. Storm literally had to pry me away from the fire extinguisher while Wave protected her crying boyfriend with her wrench. It was too late when Storm turned a light on to reveal a bloody beaked Jet and a seething Wave. They forced me to sleep in the closet for the rest of night.
Kiba came home. When we were eating breakfast. One glance at Jet, and she burst into utter laughter. Jet threw a knife at her, pinning her jacket to a wall. Jet growled at her, retrieving the knife, wanting to finish his waffles.
"So, where were you yesterday?" I asked as she sat down.
"Yeah," Storm added, narrowing his eyes down on her. "you did say that you were headed for that Wolf Tribe, but you weren't there."
Kiba blinked, but than she just smirked. "Well, I was actually spying on ol' Rodrigo."
Wave spit her water all over Kiba. The incredolous swallow blinked in surprise. "An idiot like you was capable of actually spying?!"
Twirling a finger through her wet hair, she shrugged before tackling Wave to the ground. Thus, a catfight started. Jet and Storm's beak gaped open slightly. I blinked. They were actually ripping each other's clothes off. This fight was brought to you by Kellis' song Milkshake.
"Charmy, you're not old enough to watch this. Go to your room," Jet ordered without even looking at me. Somehow, Storm found a video camera out of no where and began to film.
"Why?" I whined, watching the topless girls draw their wrench and bat and clobber each other.
"GO!" Jet shouted, kicking me in the butt and throwing me out of the room.
Well, I guess I deserved that. After beating Jet up with that fire extinguisher, I suppose I got off fairly easy. But if I know Jet, I know something terrible will befall me. Maybe involving mustard like last time...
Slumping on my bed, still hungry after the ruined breakfast, I dug around my room, scourging around for some nourishment. Pausing, I found a granola bar in the closet. Shrugging, I ate it and turned to television on.
Welcome to American Idol! I'm your host: Ryan Seacrest!
No.
This...is...SPARTA!
No.
Romeo, oh Romeo, where art thou Romeo?
Heck no!
I turned to news on, seeing nothing worth my attention. After watching boring segments about the idiot president and some guy that caught a thirty foot flounder, I was just about the change the channel when a rumbling started to occur on the screen. The screen swapped to that of a grayish blue, grainy screen with dead trees and grass. In the middle was a cracked well. A woman was crawling out: Sadako.
Sadako appeared urgent. She was sopping wet as I helped her out of the television. Well, she was really a guy, but whatever. If it looks like a girl, I just call on it. She ordered me in this frantic tone to get the Babylon Rogues.
"...Clean that up first," I demanded, pointing at the puddle she created.
"I'LL KILL YOU! HURRY UP!"
At that very moment came Jet and Storm plowing into my room with Wave and Kiba. The girls finally had new shirts on, and I blushed, glancing away. Storm waved to Sadako, greeting her. The others, however, seemed pretty disturbed by some random guy barging in, soaking wet, with blood stains on her dress. Jet cocked his head at Storm, wondering who she was.
Bowing politely, she gestured back inside my television. "Please, come with me. Rodrigo-san is making a move."
"What's he doing?" I asked as we climbed inside her well.
Surprisingly, there was no water. Sadako shoved us down there, but chucked a protesting Wave who was screaming at the top of her lungs that she didn't like dark places. Sadako merely grinned at Wave's suffering. Sadako thrived off the screams her victims made, and she loved when her victim's face contorted to imaginable proportions from a horror movie.
The end of the well revealed the room where Sadako hailed from. There was Vector, looking bored as ever. His expression instantly changed to that of bliss when we arrived. He hugged me, patted Stom on the head, and than got punched in the face by Sadako.
"What was that for?" Vector demanded, rubbing his pour snout.
"For being an idiot, Vector-kun," Sadako scolded as if it were plain as day.
"So, what's Rodrigo up to?" Jet asked, annoyed by the fact he was dragged from a perfectly fine cat fight to waste away in this dump.
Sadako returned to her television and turned it on. On the screen was Babylon Garden, but at the same it, it wasn't Babylon Garden. Heavy storm clouds surronded it, funneling into tornados. The peaceful, nature-filled ruins of a great haven was transformed into that of a demon's lair. Black walls replaced the destroyed cobblestone ones. The trees and bushes and plants all wilted, and they died.
Vector glanced away sadly. "This is just a rewind. Apparantly, Rodrigo sent out Cannon for a distraction on the Wolf Tribe. He had a feeling that you would go there, but that sick crow never expected you to visit Cannon."
"Is that why you throw me in the TV to meet him?" I asked to Sadako, still sore from the bruise she gave me.
The demon nodded and her cell phone suddenly rang. Sighing, she swapped the television back to her portal. "Gotta kill someone. Be right back. Vector-kun, you explain the rest. Chow." She sped through the television and into her well.
"...She's weird," Wave observed after her silhouette wasn't visible.
"Try livin' with her!" Vector complained, shaking his head. "All she does is watch TV! She doesn't even talk to me!" Regaining his composure, Vector cleared his throat. "Rodrigo's using Babylon Garden as his spaceship with the Arks he found. Don't ask me how, I don't know."
"That helps," Jet muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Well, at least I don't have such a freaky voice."
The hawk cringed. "What's wrong with my voice?!"
"You did have the heluim incident a few weeks ago, Boss," Storm commented, cocking his head to the side thoughtfully.
"...Shut up, Storm."
"Sorry..."
Vector burst into laughter. "Charmy had that problem too!"
"Shut up, Vector!" I shouted, clamping my hands on his large snout. "Say anything else, and I'll tell them about that little taco incident with Madam Vanilla."
"You wouldn't!"
"I would."
"Get we get back to business?" Kiba asked, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and remain calm. Too late. She smacked me off Vector's nose and held my under her arm.
Vector nodded quickly, raising up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay! Don't have a cow. What Sadako wanted to do was to alert everyone, which is exactly what she was supposed to be doing...until some idiot posted her version of the Killer Movie on Youtube, and got over five thousand views."
"Who sent it?" I asked, cocking my head.
"That monkey, Aikara. But anyway, Rodrigo's twisted version of Babylon Garden is now on the move. In fact, it's ready to launch of horde of demons to attack the other alliances." Coyfully, Vector glanced over to me. "And Charmy, I'm pretty darn sure that you don't want your little Raine to get hurt, riiiight?"
Blushing, I could've sworn everyone was narrowing their eyes down on me. Jet and Storm were smirking. Kiba paused, trying to figure out something. She was a little slow in the head. Wave smacked me over the head.
"You little pervert!" she accused, grabbing my attenae.
"I didn't do anything! Put me down!" I cried, flailing about. Stinging her gently, in her shoulder, she cried out and released me. I flew behind Vector as Wave started to chase me with that massive wrench of hers.
Sadako emerged from the television, holding something. It was an alarm clock. "Heh, I let that monkey go scot-free since she gave me this wicked alarm clock! She says I can set the time so I know when to kill people!" She giggled manically. All of us backed away from her as she chuckled and started to watch The Simpsons. She rocked back and forth, clutching the clock like it was a messiah.
Vector blinked for a moment before clearing his throat. "To get down to business, all I can say is that-WHOA!" He pointed a finger at Sadako's television while shoving her out of her chair.
Before anyone knew it, Sadako and Vector got into a slapping fight, but no one really noticed it.
On Sadako's television was Rodrigo. He was grinning sadistically while his loyal followers were behind him. Cannon was right behind him on his knee and staring at the dirt. "Well, well, hello Babylon Rogues."
"What'd you do to Babylon Garden, Rodrigo!?" Jet demanded, glaring at the crow for demising his ancestors' resting place.
His voilet eyes danced in glee. Feelings of raw humor broaden his sharp features. Gesturing to his right, the screen focused on a large horde of bird demons.
They are were lurching around, clawing on boulders and some were even fighting one another until Sarge screamed at them to halt. They whimpered and turned back to attention. Sarge ordered them to attack the alliances, saying that they would know who to kill. The demons all cried out with joy and the lust for fresh blood. They dashed off, using their bony wings to fly.
"I believe that pretty much sums it up." Rodrigo grinned at me dastardly. "However, if you don't want your little princesses to die, I'd suggest you'd come to me, Charmy."
...Why does he sound like Orochimaru calling Sasuke?
"Whaddya mean?" I asked, fear creeping in my voice.
"Cannon. Stream."
The birds held up two cages. Cannon revealed the contents of his: Raine. In Stream's was Cream. Cream was terrified, and Cheese wasn't with her, and I knew for a fact that Cream would become insecure if her precious chao wasn't with her. Raine was clutching the steel bars of her cage, and she was glaring at Rodrigo with rage-filled eyes.
"Kidnapping children!" Kiba cried, brandishing her bat. "That's low, even for you."
"Hmph, it matters not. The only one I want is Charmy."
"Why me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes down on him.
"You killed me once, and I killed you once. Currently, it's a tie, and I want to be the victor. To put it in simple terms that a brainless moron like you would understand, I just want to kill you."
Shuddering, I felt absolutely scared. Fear boiled up inside of me and plummeted deep into my stomach. Gulping, I took a shaky breath before replying, "You're...i-insane."
He frowned. "I'm not insane. I'm perfectly sane. I just desire revenge." With those parting words, the television shut off.
Collapsing to my knees, I grabbed the back of my head. His words echoed deep inside my skull. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to see his blood mesh with the ruins of Babylon Garden and the sand.
But what of Cream and Raine? What was he going to do to them? Eat them? Make his subordinates...No! I shouldn't think about them dying! It makes my heart ache. Clutching my chest, I stood up and leaned into something. Expecting it to be Storm, I froze when it turned out to be Wave, and I was right on her chest.
"Oh, shizzle..." Vector mumured as Wave smacked me across the face with her wrench.
Colliding with the stone wall, I slowly slide down it and muttered something about pecan pie. Storm heaved me over his shoulder. He gently touched my Ark. I noticed he was wearing his purple one, while Jet had his green one on.
The hawk glanced down at his Ark, glaring hastily. "Come on! We have to warn everyone!"
"It's too late," Sadako interjected, eyes focused on her television. Gesturing towards it, her hair parted to reveal her disfigured eye with two Japanese kanji inside. The television flashed to static before showing the bird demons attack Station Square, where the Sonic Heroes lived. "The demons are fast, quicker than you all combined on Extreme Gear. We can never make it." Her eyes lifted towards me. "However, I can transport the five of you to his lair on Babylon Garden. It's the fastest way to defeat the demons."
Wave nodded, understanding like the genious she is. "It sounds reasonable, but how do you expect us to venture to Babylon Garden with any Extreme Gear?"
Grinning, her chapped lips sliced up a tad in the middle. Blood dribbled down her lip, but she didn't seem to notice. Her eye flashed down on the TV, causing the screen the flash once more to Babylon Garden. She ordered us to step through, but instead for my case when everyone else got to simply step through, Sadako snatched my attenae and threw me into Storm. She burst into laughter, pointing a finger at me before Vector cuffed her over the head.
Jet blinked, staring at the desert. His eyes averted up to Babylon Garden. Biting his lower beak, he snarled as he saw his ancestors' home become flourished with darkness. Swiping out his bansho fans, he pointed one at the once floating paradise, vowing to return it to its proud valor.
Following Jet to the side of the bottom of the once floating island, a question hit us hard: How the hell were we supposed to get up there without Extreme Gear?
Everyone stared at my wings, and I just blinked. Storm heaved me into the air, and Jet and Wave grabbed my legs. They both shouted at me to fly. Sighing, I reluctantly obeyed. Upon reaching the newly made, dead grass, I stung the two sharply in their chests. Leaving them to writhe in pain, I flew back down for Storm and Kiba. Before I did, I said a prayer.
Dear God, please don't let them be so freakin' heavy that I'll crash into the wall. Thank you. Amen. Oh, for my birthday, can I get an archery set?
I could've sworn God was glaring down at me because lightning suddenly cracked down and smashed the island wall...that was right beside me. Crying out, I zoomed down and snatched Storm and Kiba by their dredlock/ponytail and flew so fast that I dropped them both on Jet and Wave and was still flying around screaming like an idiot. However, I then flew into the side of some slaughterhouse.
The "slaughterhouse" was actually the castle Rodrigo and his cronies resided in. From up close, it looked like a poorly constructed robot created by Eggman. Backing up and sheilding my eyes from the sun, it looked like Dracula's castle. Lightning only added to its demonic atmosphere.
Storm placed his large hand on my head, spooking me. Twitching, I growled at Storm, who only smirked at my silliness. I really don't like spooky places. I was the only one in the Chaotix that could see those pumpkin headed ghosts two years ago at that haunted mansion. Vector called me crazy, and Espio even suggested placing me in a mental institution! Jerks...
Kiba stared at the front door. Long and grey, doubled. She rapped on the front door, and it creaked open slightly. Thoroughly nervous, the panda poked the door before Wave shoved past her and kicked it open. Smirking at Kiba, the swallow gestured for us to enter.
The inside was golden in color that contrasted to its disturbing exterior. There was no furniture, just gold tiles which seemed to recreate the second Ex World Grand Prix' arena. It was aligned with a single stairway that had at least fifty steps, and on top was a door. There was a cloaked figure on top donning a black robe with a hood. A yellow, straight beak the person had with icy blue eyes.
"Welcome!" a raspy, yet familiar voice escaped from the figure.
"Who are you? You don't sound like Cannon," Kiba demanded, taking out her bat.
Snatching the top of his hood, the figure ripped his robe off. The five of us gasped in realization.
"BEAN?!" Jet shrieked, beak gaped wide open.
Cheerfully, he waved at us and leaped down from the stairs. Unfortunately, he landed on the last step and fall flat on his face. Moaning, he rubbed his head before leaping onto his feet. On his wrists were a pair of white flames.
"B-Bean, why?" I asked, fluttering a few paces forward. I wanted to keep my distance just in case he conjured a bomb.
He pointed an accusing finger at Jet. No words, just a look that meant business.
Cocking his head to the side slightly, Jet pointed at himself with a questioning look. "Um, just what the heck did I do to you? I thought we made up." He paused, but than his face brightened. "Oh, is this about that time where I poured sour milk in your cereal when we were kids? Sorry."
"I...Wait? That was you?" Bean's eye twitched. "I threw that sour milk at Storm, thinking he did it!"
"That was you?!" Storm growled. "I thought it was Wave, so I put hot soup in her bandana!"
Wave glared at him. "That was you? I thought it was Jet, which caused me to punch him in the face!"
The four birds burst into an arguement over who did what. Kiba and I just stared at them before sitting and watching. A little brawl broke out with Wave smashing all the male birds into a seperate walls, but Jet landed on the steps. Huffing angrily, she glared over at us for not doing anything. Shouting for them to stand, the three obeyed without question.
However, Bean smirked and punched her square in the face. Backflipping, he managed to avoid getting struck by Storm. Grinning, he twirled around when Kiba came at him with her bat. He created a bomb, and once it reached ground smoke filtered through the air. More explosions, and someone cried out in pain.
Smoke cleared. Kiba was the one found in pain. She held her side, and there was smoke on her jacket. Glaring at Bean, her black bangs crumbled in front of her right eye, giving her a demonic look.
"That's it! I've had it!" she shouted, yanking out her bat. "You four go ahead. Leave this freak to me."
"I thought we were gonna defeat Rodrigo together!" I whined, a desperate tone needed to convince her.
She shook her head. "Nah, I don't like to be treated like crap by a duckie."
"You won't be going anywhere, not so long as I can breathe!" Bean shouted, taking out a bomb.
Unexpectedly, Kiba rushed up to him and plowed him in the face with her bat. She nodded her head at the door Bean was guarding. Bean glanced up over his shoulder, wondering if there was going to be a surprise attack, but was suddenly kneed in the face.
Bean coughed, holding his chest. Gingerly tapping his beak. he found a minor amount of blood starting to dribble down his chin. Clenching his fist, he glared daggers into Kiba.
"Hurry up, already!" Kiba shouted as Bean and herself lunged at it again. "Get...going!"
Jet, Wave and I dashed up the steps. However, Wave was the first one to notice Storm lagging. She called out his name, snapping him back to reality as he hurried up the steps. He glanced back only once to see Kiba kick Bean in his no-no spot.
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Next: Bean's Confession
The authoress, Kiba Sniper, frantically jumps around and shoves Charmy in the face, instantly ending the chapter.
...DON'T LISTEN TO BABYLON SKY HAWK! He's got it all wrong! The reason why I kicked him out of my rent was because he never paid me the rent!
"Yes I did!" he shouts, pointing a finger at Kiba, whom shall be known as Rosemary to not be confused with that idiot panda. Yes, my name is Rosemary.
Josky giggles.
Rosemary pokes SuperGamerGreg94 in the forehead, revealing a five dollar bill. "You only paid me half."
"...That's still not a good reason to kick me out!"
At that moment, SuperGamerGreg94 jumpkicks the door down. Twitching, he stabs another finger at Rosemary's forehead. "I paid you ten bucks for him! Why isn't that fair?"
She pauses, than shrugs. Turning to the camera, she giggles as the boys start to gather weapons to attack her. "Anyway, dear readers...viewers...whatever! DarkspineSilver92 created a new forum called Sonic the Hedgehog Action Fanfic Archive! Wow, long name. So, anyway, peace out!"
Aika08 turns the camera off. "Um, you might wanna look behind you..."
"Huh?"
The two seventeen-year-old authors attack Rosemary with ninja tools, while she retalites with two arrows. Aika08 grins and turns the camera back on to basically get stuff she can put on Youtube. In the background, Josky, WhipOwnsAll, Rojok84, and DarkspineSilver92, can be heard laughing hysterically.
Rosemary pokes her head out of the smoke cloud and points a finger at WhipOwnsAll. "Your Sonamy oneshot's almost done!"
"We're not finished here!" SuperGamerGreg94 shouts as Rosemary runs away, poorly.
Will Rosemary live? That's a hell no!