AN: ...! My laptop easered a full chapie. I had to rewrite this whole thing!
Any way on with chapter two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic Underground T.T
"W-W-Wes...?" Manic asked as he gasped for air.
"Yes, Mon Voleur*, It is moi." Wes's thick french accent, it was obvious to the barely conscious Manic that Wes was struggling to keep the anger out of his voice.
"You're back..." Manic said forcing a smile on his face.
"Oui," Wes began, "I'm going to move you now." Wes took a breath in "And in your current condition it's going to hurt at lot." Wes looked away to hide his face, pure rage building up in him.
"The... Women." Manic said. He wanted Wes to make sure she was alright, before he tended to him.
Wes shook his head, "I'm sorry Mon Voleur, her head was wacked against the was she cracked her skull, looks as if she died instantly. I'm sorry, but we have to hurry, you need medical care now." Manic could hear the urgency in his voice, and nodded.
Slowly Wes started to pick up the boys broken body, Manic cried out in pain. Every movement hurt him! Each step that Wes took towards home-made him wince or hiss in pain.
"I am so sorry Manic, I should have gotten here sooner." Wes bowed his head in apology, his cheetah ears bowing down as well. Wes is a strong cheetah nobody picked the pace so he could get him and Manic home to Ferral to tell him what happened.
Wes had gotten Manic back to their home in a hurry, but it was all a daze of pain to Manic. Wes and Ferral were now addressing all of Manic wounds, they each had a look a furry in their eyes. Manic knew it was his fault, if he hadn't stood up to that lizard they wouldn't be so angry at him. And what was the point? He killed the cat women anyway! All it had done was get Wes and Ferral to worry over him and get angry at him. He was just trouble!
Manic was beginning to feel cold, like the room temperature had dropped a few degrees. But he couldn't be cold, he was sweating. He just kept sweating, and sweating. Where was he again? Home? Or was he still with that lizard? No! The lizard could get to him. Where is he left? Right? Above him? Manic started to flinch and look around the room. Was he here? Manic heard the voices of Wes and Ferral but ignored them, he was too concerned about the lizard. Manics heart was beating, faster and faster and faster. His breathing was getting rapid, he just couldn't get enough air!
Why did Ferral and Wes need to put so many bandages and him? He was fine! Couldn't they just leave him alone! He was trying to wriggle away from them, what if they were working with the lizard man? Manic world was getting dizzy and weird. Distantly he heard Ferral and Wes's worried voices. He felt them put his legs up into the air. What were they doing?
"Manic! You need to calm down!" He heard Wes call. Wes never called him Manic, only "Mon Voleur".
"Come on my boy!" Ferral called, "Wes, he's going into shock!" Ferral yelled, his voice wasn't angry he sounded so worried. Manic had troubled him again...
"You think I haven't noticed!" Wes's voice wasn't angry ether, he was... anxious? Worried? Or was the incredibly brave Wes scared?
"Come on my boy!" Ferral called again, "Hey, do know how proud I am of you? Well I'm very proud. You Manic the hedgehog are my son, even if you don't see it that way. When Alex brought you to me in that basket, I already knew you were my son." Then the great Ferral shed some tears. "I could not be more proud of you as a teacher and as your father."
"F-Ferr-ral?" Manic had tried to say, as he began to calm down. Ferral was proud of him? This news was wonderful to hear! He thought of Manic like a son...
"Hey Mon Voleur, Pop Ferral is not the only one proud of you." Wes had said. "Your are my bravest student, and your heart pure. Just because wr are thief that doesn't mean we are bad, we are just misunderstood. And you have learnt the most important lesson in which I can not teach. To always do the right thing and never back down, my brave thief." Wes said, his smile was so profound even his voice was smiling.
Manic had begun to calm down after hearing all those praising words. Eventually he drifted off into a light sleep. While Wes told Ferral what he had seen and heard.
Every part of Manic's body ached when he woke up from his rest. He didn't dare move, the fear it would cause him even more pain was too great. Slowly Manic opened his eyes, at first the dull light of his home was blinding. Eventually his eyes adjusted, he blinked away the tears that had formed when he opened his eyes to the light.
"Manic," a voice said "you're finally awake." the voice sounded familiar, it sounded full of relief.
Manic turned his head a saw Ferral sitting there, staring at him. "what...?" Manic had asked. The question lingered in the air for a minute before Ferral said,
"After Wes found you and brought you back here, I was so shocked." Ferral looked away from Manic for a moment then looked back at him. "Listen Manic, you... you went into shock while Wes and I were treating your wounds. You gave us a true scare there Manic." Ferral stopped as if he were thinking back to when Manic was in shock, then he shuddered.
"H...how long...?" Manic asked, letting the question be held in the air.
Ferral looked at the boy, his boy, his son, and worried what would happen if he told him. Ferral looked the boy in the eyes and said, "You were attacked by a lizard, and saved by Wes... Five days ago."
Manic took in a sharp breath. Five days? He had been asleep for five whole days? All that had happened five days ago? Manic thought back, the scream of the women that had died moments later, the fury and rage in the lizards eyes, the words his mentors had spoken... Manic blinked, remembering the words. How could they be this proud of him? He couldn't save one innocent women from deaths grasp. Manic couldn't do anything right, all he did was steel small things, bit of money, a meal every now and then, he never took on a big job he was always scared to.
And he said he was proud of Manic?
Suddenly Wes walked into their home, carrying what looked like medicine and food. He looked at Manic and his fuzzy face lit up. "Ah Mon Voleur!" He exclaimed, his goofy old self was kicking in. "Your awake!"
Manic nodded and Ferral said, "Yes, he woke up a few minutes ago."
"Ah, still feeling a little tired then?" Manic nodded in response.
Honestly Manic was glad Wes wasn't in a scary mood, such as yesterdays. In the time Manic had known Wes, really it was since he could remember, he had learnt Wes would do anything to take care of the ones he cares about. If someone was in danger, Wes would go to the ends of the Universe to save them and Manic didn't doubt it for a second. There were multiple scars covering his body, they him looked older than he truly was, really he was only 24. Theres scars also made people fear him, they could tell the battles he had won. Most people feared, but if are on his good side he's a complete goof, clutz and most of the time an idiot.
"I got some medicine, and bandages, and food, and I think, don't trust me here, breath freshener." Wes had said, seriously looking at the "breath freshener" in question.
"Good," Ferral stated, "I can smell your bad breath from here. Can't you Manic?"
Manic let out a giggle from Ferral's teasing, "Yah, seriously dude, use it now."
"Pop Ferral! Manic!" Wes exclaimed. "You to are so mean..."
The rest of the day was spent with teasing, jokes, and laughter. Manic had noticed the only times Ferral and Wes talked about the recent events, was when they were tending to Manic injuries. Turns out he had one broken rib and lots of bruises, he was in better shape than he had thought he was going to be in.
It had been a week since Manic had woken up from his attack. The day after he woke up Ferral and Wes had asked him how he encountered the lizard. Manic was ashamed as he talked, he was ashamed how he couldn't get to her in time, or how he was too sacred to even move. Ferral and Wes told him it wasn't his fault, he was very brave to go over there in the first place as foolish as it was and he was only a child.
Still Manic knew he had to do something, he hated feeling this useless. All five years of his life he felt he was born for something very important. That he had a destiny, and he wouldn't be stuck in this nightmare forever. Manic felt we was going to make changes in this horrible world when he was older, or was that just a foolish boys dream?
As of now Manic was alone in his "Bed", Wes and Ferral had left to get some food, leaving Manic alone to his thoughts. Latly Manic had thought how useless he was, the women had died because he couldn't do anything, Ferral and Wes rarely brought him into the said they were proud, but were they really? Manic felt he needed to prove himself, to show them he was something to be proud of.
Then he knew what he had to do.
"Manic," Wes's voice called "were back~"
Manic turned his head to the door and smiled, a false smile. "What took so long?" Manic then struggled to sit up.
When Wes saw Manic struggled to sit up, he put down what he was carrying and helped Manic. Manic sighed, now he was troubling Wes, he couldn't do anything.
"What's wrong?" Ferral asked as he placed his stuff on the table, as Wes had.
"Nothing." Manic lied, but inside Manic was at war. He knew what to do, he was just battling to get the courage to ask.
"Come on Manic, I've known you since you were a baby, I can tell when somthing is up with yah." Ferral stated.
"Mhm," Wes agreed, "I have known you since then too. Believe it or not I know when something is going on in that strange little noggin' of yours."
Manic knew he had to ask, there was no question about it. Even though he knew this, he was struggling to do it anyway.
"I've been... Thinking and uh..." Manic began, he was shifting from side to side uncomfortably. "well I know I am still like uh young... But I was thinking that I could..." Manic stopped, he just couldn't do it.
"Come dude, what's wrong?" Wes asked.
Looking Wes and Ferral in the eyes manic then continued to say what he had debated for days. "I think I should join the mouse patrol."
AN: The mouse patrol watch mentioned in ep 3 when they break into robutnics place. So yeah I went back and edited this chapter, and chapter one.