Fiona giggled in my arms as we ran along, seeming perfectly adapted already to the speeds we were going. My heart thumped wildly as I felt her half-human hair tickle my arms as I held her tightly to me. We were going pretty fast, and I didn't want to hurt her.
"Is there another way into the jail besides, of course, the obvious?" I asked her with an air of sarcasm.
She gripped onto my chest fur for support, thinking a little. "Hmm…yeah! Rumor has it that the people who used to live here built the prison over a graveyard here before the times of the Ancients."
I made a face. If that meant dealing with spirits of angry Ancients (that is, people who lived before the common era), then I wasn't into it. My stomach clenched in response. "Yeah. And?"
She giggled, looking up at me. I could feel her fingers tracing my muzzle. "What's wrong, Sonic? Afraid of ghosts?"
"No way!" I growled, pulling away from her playfully. "So, about the Ancients' graveyard?"
She looked puzzled for a moment, and I waited as patiently as I could for her to remember her train of thought. "Oh! Right! Well, local superstition has it that a guard heard someone tapping on the wall, so he took out the brick. Of course," she shrugged. "No one was there. But, the government never bothered to seal it up properly, so…"
I was always one to catch on quick. My bright green eyes shone on her in the darkness of this strange land. "There's a false brick?!"
"Well, it is just a legend…" She mused. "Wanna give it a shot?"
It was a shot into complete darkness. But, it was our only shot right now. And, with two lives on the line, it was a shot I wanted to take. "Totally!" I answered before speeding up.
Her screams were lost in the wind I was making.
This is just a little prelude. It will probably be replaced with the full chapter, but this is what I've got for now so…enjoy while you can!