Sonic felt the transformations begin.
"W-What about the moon?"
"You don't need it! That's the beauty of the procedure. Your body has an inner clock that has now been programmed to recognize the time and begins to shift into Fury!"
'Who- Who is Fury?" Sonic stuttered as his bones began to grow and mutate.
"Sonic- its you."
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Sonic screamed as his muscles quadrupled, his body felt heavy, so heavy. His knees shifted and his joints rotated. His vocal chords changed as his muzzle and teeth grew. Greenbrooke watched the transformation with delight. Now if only he could find a way to make it permanent. The doctor reached over and pressed a button on the side of the wall. A metal wall began to divide the room in half. Greenbrooke could still watch sonic on a computer screen in the corner. He turned his swivel chair to face in that direction. Pressing an intercom button, he spoke to Sonic slowly.
"Fury, we need you to calm down a bit."
"Don't you tell me to calm down string bean! Just wait until I get out there! Ill tear you apart!" Greenbrooke heard Sonic's fist slam the side of the metal wall. Such anger!
"Sonic- I need you to control yourself."
"Control myself? How about you shut up?! Your going to wish you did once I break out."
"Sonic, gain control of Fury, you need to control your emotions if we are going to use you on the field."
"Ill destroy every inch of this place! There wont be a brick left!" Sonic roared. The doctor watched calmly as the beast tore up his bed, sending bits off fluff flying. Even more amazed, Greenbrooke watched as Sonic bent the metal safety bars and hurled them at the wall.
"Ill kill you! Ill kill all of you!"
"Sonic, you know you would never do that."
"I am NOT Sonic! I am Fury!"
"You are the same person! We aren't dealing with split personalities. Pull yourself together!"
"Doctor? What have you done to me?" A small voice asked before the rampaging continued.
"Sonic, listen to me! You are the same person! Get under control!"
Mighty, toeless masses beat against the wall again. Greenbrooke started a sigh which turned into a gasp as a dent appeared. The fist hit again, and again, and again. The dent grew larger with every beat. The metal wouldn't hold up much longer. Greenbrooke fumbled with the buttons on the intercom, hitting the a red button.
"Sedate him! Sedate him now!"
Greenbrooke watched the computer screen as it fogged up with gas. He hit the intercom again.
"Very good, please take him to surgery and notify Robotnik."
In the medical room, Eggman stood and walked over to the door. He held it open for the rolling bed which held Fury. Two human guards rolled the beast in and Eggman winced at the sudden memory of the beast attacking him.
"Set him right there please."
"Ah! Doctor Ivo Robotnik!" Greenbrooke walked into the room and approached Eggman. "Glad you decided to join me!"
"Of course! You have done quite a deal of work that I admire!" Eggman looked at Fury. "But what about him? Why was he so worked up?"
"My best guess is that the true story of his friend, Miles Prower, ruffled his quills quite a bit. But this only means that my theory is correct. All of the anger, besides the chemical imbalance we gave him, originates from somewhere. Maybe past abuse, loss, or rejection. Who knows?"
"We could always do a little research on the fur ball's past ourselves."
"Of course! But now, we need to focus on getting an X-ray of those front paws of his. They don't help him walk, and certainly don't help him in the field. Their only use is to crush, as you previously experienced."
"Then let's get to it!"