Chapter 2: A Scourge Ending, Another To Replace It
Moebius. 6:30 pm, Castle Prison.
It was quite funny how in one turn of events, the scariest, meanest version of Sonic was reduced to a raging, blubbering animal. He went from being the big bad, mean green speed machine, to a powerless, angry psychopath rotting away in a cell.
How long had he been in there? When was the last time he showered, or even put on deodorant? Nobody could tell, but anyone who went to his high security cell had to wear special masks to not gag from the god awful smell that permeated the room… And the halls. It honestly smelled like there was a walking corpse in there.
The irony here is that Scourge had recently recieved news that he would be executed for treason, betrayal, murder, theft, vandalism, and countless other crimes that would make even Dr Eggman in the Prime Zone drop his jaw.
But did he care at this point? No. Why should he? He had lost everything. EVERYTHING. His father, his mother, his uncle, his gang, his crown, his subjects (playtoys really) and even lost the girl who he originally actually gave a damn about.
The very same woman, who, in another ironic twist is the very reason he had been thrown into that cell in the first place. Scourge knew he was done for. He had a suppression collar on, courtesy of the Zone Cops, and it drained him of his speed, as well as his strength. Did that stop him from being angry about it? Was it ever going to stop him from being bitter?
No. He was helpless once. And he was helpless right now. But that wasn't going to stop him from going down swinging, whether it be physically, or verbally.
He sat on the cold floor, his sunglasses rest on his head, eating a dried up bun, growling as he did. Just then, one of his captors, a Moebius guard, came to his cell door, wearing the typical gas mask.
Guard: Still mad are we?
Scourge just grunts as he keeps eating, not even bothering to look the guard in the eye.
Guard: You aren't getting–
Scourge: I KNOW!! You show up every hour, of every day, to remind me of that fact, and I dunno how many times you're gonna do it before I kick the bucket a week from now, and I really, REALLY, DO NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK EITHER!! I got no help from the outside, or in, and I got no plans, and no tools to get me out! But that won't stop me from being mad about it! Now fuck off!! And GET ME SOME DAMN WATER OR THE NEXT TIME I'M BROUGHT OUT, I'LL RIP YOUR GUTS OUT YOUR THROAT!!!
That was new. Scourge kept his angry expression, but even he was shocked at what he just said. He alluded to stuff like that before, occasionally being blunt, but this time he was so mad, he stopped caring about what came out of his mouth. The guard shook his hood and walked away, Scourge just growled angrily. He then gets up, looking in the mirror. He had definitely seen better days. His fur was ragged and unkempt, as he hadn't given himself a proper trim in a good while, and somehow, he had gained sky blue stripes to match his eye color on his quills. He grunted, being reminded of Shadow the Hedgehog before he flops down onto the cot he slept in. Or rather just lay in. He didn't sleep until he was too tired nowadays. Probably why he forgot how long it's been since he had been locked up…
The fact it had taken the Moebius King and his advisors so long to decide what to do with him spoke volumes to the amount of damage he had done as king.
He smiled a bit at that thought. Then quickly went back to being mad, as once again, he reminded himself that he had nothing.
This was the end of the road for him, in a week. He was too angry to cry, too angry to be scared, too angry to be anything but. That's when five guards showed up, and opened his cell… And Zone Cop Zonic, was with them.
Zonic: Get out.
Scourge: Execution isn't till a week from now, blueberry wannabe. Fuck off.
Zonic: Change of plans. It's happening tonight, at 8:30 pm. Get up, and come out, or we'll drag you out.
Scourge grunted as he got up, walked out of his cell, and walked ahead of everyone. As soon as he exited the dungeons, he was then pelted with rocks, fruits and various other things, some of which gave him some nasty cuts, and one rock nearly took his eye out of its socket. He just kept on moving. The faster he could get this over with, the faster his problems would be over.
When he finally stopped, it had just hit 8:25 pm, and he was greeted not with a firing squad, not with more Zone Cops. Instead? He was greeted by his own dad. Anti Jules. Anti Jules was VERY displeased.
A.Jules: 25 years. 25 years ago, you were captured and left to think about your actions in that cell. 25 years ago, you caused nearly irreparable damage to the peace of Moebius, usurped the throne, and tried to conquer the multiverse. Why?
Scourge: I dunno, pops. Maybe it might have something to do with the fact you didn't make time for me, and kept making empty promises?
A.Jules: I TRIED! I honestly did!
Scourge: So the attention you got as king was more important than your own family, huh? Well, can't say I don't know what its like, cuz I enjoyed the praise I got when I was king.
A.Jules: You were NEVER a king. Just a tyrant. A tyrant taking his anger out on the world because one person wronged him.
Anti Jules would pull from a holster a gorgeous pistol. Scourge briefly looked at it, smirking at its beauty and craftsmanship. Then he came to the sudden realization.
Anti Jules was the one who would carry out the death sentence. Judging from the look in his father's eyes, it was obvious that he would, no matter how much Scourge pleaded for his life.
Then again, Scourge wasn't going to plead. He would not beg. He would not ask for mercy, he would not ask for a second chance.
He got down on his knees, looking at the ground, his anger never leaving him as Anti Jules leveled the pistol to his own son's head.
Scourge: What are you waiting for, last words?! Do it! I got nothing left to live for.
… There was a moment of hesitation. Scourge would snarl, getting angrier.
Scourge: DO IT!! PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER!!
Anti Jules continued to hesitate. Then Scourge looked his father in the eye.
Scourge: DO IT!!!! KILL ME YOU–
BOOM. Scourge's yell was cut off by a single gunshot ringing out, and his body fell to the side with a quiet thump, eyes wide open in anger, a hole in his head. There would be no burial for him. His body was instead taken to the biggest ravine on Moebius and tossed into it. And that was the end for Evil Sonic…
… Or it would have been. 3 long days, 3 long nights passed, and through some miracle, Scourge's body was healing. On the third day, he snapped awake, and figured out he was alive again. He was going to ask how when he stepped on some crystal shards.
He picked them up, and went wide eyed. He held in his hands the shattered remains of an Anarchy Beryl. Its power, gone… The gem was dead, and so shattered into pieces.
Then it hit him. It hit him like a Eggman train carrying freight at Mach 8.
The Anarchy Beryl could revive the dead, but shatter afterwards.
Upon this realization, he grinned wickedly, and then began to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
He then realized that the ravine he was in was FILLED with Anarchy Beryl. His grin grew even wider.
He had a chance again. So he gathered the amount needed, and laughed all the harder, as his quills began to point upwards, defying gravity, his fur turned purple, his eyes black and red, and he tore open a portal to the Cosmic Highway.
With every ounce of power he could draw from the Anarchy Beryl, he raced towards a zone he believed had a Sonic in it.
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