The Weapon

by FaithMcKoy

After finding an old newspaper, the gang goes out to find a mysterious weapon. Only, Tails is quick to think that the Sonic is the weapon and tried to prove it to him but gets in a fight with him over the topic. Now they are going to find something that even the blue blur himself, didn't know. His past.

24. Chapter 24

Commander Towers p.o.v.

The sky was eerily dark as I stared out from the safety within my own office. Standing tall and firm, hands behind my back, I recalled the look my little weapon stared at me with before I had total control over him. Defiance. He wasn't scared of me yet... He rarely spoke out of line. Why was that? Was he, deep down, actually scared? Was he just waiting to see what the outcome our talk was going to be about? It was only in those few moments did he actually talk out of line and I saw that defiance ran deeper than that. Someone had given him that confidence...

And I would recognize that look from anywhere. Project Shadow. He must have met him before and actually talked to him. That would explain the actions that project did and said before. Like he actually cared. But when has Project Shadow ever learned to care after the Ark Incident? He didn't and then the Black Arms invasion he cared even less, only willing to help when it only seemed to benefit him. Sometimes he would ignore everything around him only to do what he wanted. Others he would end up getting rid of some of those aliens while others he had completely gone against us and made some casualties as well as deaths. He was unpredictable during that invasion but when he had gone against the leader of the Black Arms; Black Doom, it made his actions plaintive clear. He was only doing what he thought was right and had done his actions just to get his own way.

Doesn't that make sense for what I'm doing? My actions, my reasoning, I'm not the bad guy. Just merely trying to get a weapon that was meant to do one simple job, and complete that job. It's not difficult to decipher and it's not rocket science either. I forged a weapon - weapons are made to do the job they were made to do. Doesn't that sound like a plausible solution?

I'm not the bad guy, just trying to get my weapon to do what I want it to do.

It's as simple as that.

After all, humans relied on weapons their entire lives. A weapon could be your fists, your mind, or something more physical. My weapon? I created a weapon. And I will use it. No matter what.