The first thing Rachel opened her eyes to the next morning was that poem from Shadow. That lovely set of rhythmic prose that assured her that the friend she saw in him was one that cared for her quite a lot. It rested delicately on the table, to be treasured... dearly treasured.
She stretched her limbs, yawned, stood, and walked over to the nearest window. There was an odd gloom to the day. The clouds that barely frosted the sky had an odd... eerie feeling. As she put her hand on the window, she noticed that it had a menacing chill.
Ah, what was she worrying about?! It was the end of winter: that stage in the year where the snow began to melt away and become extinct, yet the chill could make one think absolutely nothing had changed.
Still, there was a strange sense of uncertainty looming in the air for Rachel. Her intuition was definitely up to par.
She walked away and took a brush to her hair, then came back and put her hand on the door, even hesitant to leave her own home. Now, this was just unnatural. The outside world was a complete third of her life.
Deciding that this random uncertainty was complete, utter paranoid baloney, she opened the door and strolled right out. Nothing but the eerily breezing chill happened until she was just about to reach the clearing at the edge of the forest.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice crooned "Why, hello there," from behind her. The voice clearly was coming from a male being. An... old, male being. She turned around, realizing that hearing a voice so sinister as that meant anything but good.
She laid eyes on a flying steel bowl-like airship with a fat, portly man smiling evilly down at her from it. It almost seemed like something Sonic had mentioned one time. "Flying airship he could barely fit into," he had said. "Fat, egg-shaped man with a bushy brown mustache."
This man definitely seemed barely able to fit into the thing, and he was definitely fat and egg-shaped... but his mustache was white. This couldn't be. He was wearing a mix of red, yellow, and black. Unrecognizable in every other respect.
"...H-Hello," Rachel muttered, completely dumbfounded.
"How has your morning been?" the man asked, in the same despicably evil tone.
"Fine... I guess," Rachel said, backing up by a couple of steps.
The man moved his ship the same couple of steps toward her before lowering it until it landed gently on the ground.
"Mine's been going pretty great," he said. "Now that I've found you."
"Rapist" was the first word that came to mind. She had known that not everything could be rainbows and puppies in this forest, but she figured she was safe either way.
"Don't try running away," the man continued, climbing out of the ship. "I won't hurt you... unless I have to, that is."
"If you could be so kind," Rachel requested, stepping back ever quicker. "Could you at least tell me what you are trying to get at? Like, are you a rapist or something?"
"Heavens, no!" the man answered. "What are you, 16?"
"Close," Rachel nodded.
"But I digress," the man continued. "No, I need you in my alliance."
"Me?!" Rachel questioned. She and this man had certainly never crossed paths before. At least, not as far as she knew. What would an evil, intelligent man such as him want with a loner-like, stubborn teenager such as her?
"Yes, you," the man answered in annoyance. "I only need to recruit the most intelligent people around. Sources tell me that your intelligence skyrockets through my line of standards, much unlike anyone I've come across before."
"And how, I'd like to ask, did you get that information?" Rachel asked.
"Educational records," the man answered plainly.
School worked rather differently on Mobius than on Earth. It was only required that a student learn basic mathematics, how to read and write, and a basis on how things like the Solar System worked. Rachel had blasted through the reading concept at a shockingly young age, and the rest was also a breeze. She suddenly remembered that.
"There's no other answer," the man stated, taking a few steps closer to Rachel. "You must join me. With your brains and mine combined, the world will be under my control in half the time!"
"No," Rachel answered, fearing for her life.
At that, the man reached for her hand, trying to grab it. She pulled it away in the nick of time, then began to run away.
To her dismay, every time she had the nerve to look back, the man was hot on her tail... getting closer and closer to her every time. If it wasn't for his long, skinny legs, there was no other explanation.
Horrifically, her ankle developed a sharp pain. She could run no longer.
And at that moment, both of the man's hands had a firm grisp on her right hand. He pulled her away, and no matter how hard she tried to resist it, he pulled her back toward the ship. She wasn't sure whether to cry out for help or not. She could, and Sonic could possibly hear her and immediately be at the scene, ready to rescue her. At the same time, though, nothing but a death threat from this man could come out if it.
So... this was what the fear of being kidnapped was like. They totally overglamourized it in the video games. This was not nearly as epic.
She was forced to climb into the ship with this man, where she found that thankfully, there was more room than she had previously guessed.
The ship instantly lifted from the ground, and when it stayed at the same level, it began to fly to what she knew as the east. The sun was rising directly ahead, and it would not shed light on this dire situation.
All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain jab her in the forearm. Had... a needle just broken her skin?
Immediately, her eyes began to close. She felt loopy, gradually losing sight of reality. Then, she blacked out. An anesthetic. Of course.
Right before she did so, however, she heard the man say "Oh, and my name... is Doctor Eggman Nega."
Author's note: Thank you, awesome person, for reading! I will go to great lengths to maintain the update schedule that I promised... and tonight is a perfect example of a great length. Had to write on a different *cough* slow *cough* computer due to the cruel, misunderstood concept known as fate. That should just be for tonight, though! Please review if you please! That'd be SWEET!
Question for the readers: This doesn't have anything to do with this fanfiction... but it does have to do with my Sonic fandom. Who's heard of Organ Trail, the modern, zombie apocalypse version of Oregon Trail? Well, I was thinking of writing a fanfiction where my OC, Rachel, and 4 canon Sonic characters go on the Organ Trail adventure! I have the game, so... yeah. How does that sound? Let me know!