CHAPTER I
When The Saints Go Marchin' In
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WATERBURY INSANE ASYLUM
T'was the night before Halloween as the full moon shone brightly in the blue sky above.
The stars glistened over the earth as the trees danced with the chills of October.
The woodland creatures slept peacefully in their habitats.
The ponds and rivers moved against the winds of the night as the shore soaked in its chilly temperature.
Parents lay awake with the moon; sipping their red wine and champagne.
While naive adolescents were tucked in tightly, sleeping the night quietly away.
All seemed to be right with the world...or so it appeared.
As the night treached on, a group of teenagers can be seen casually drinking and smoking inside Waterbury's Insane Asylum, to celebrate the ghostly Holiday.
Unknowingly to them, this would be the last night they saw their dear friends alive...
Just as midnight approached, one particular echidna crept slowly through the night.
His muscular, tall body avoided the light beaming from the moon as he snuck his way into the massive structure.
He made sure not to make a sound as he carefully locked the entrance doors behind him.
He did the same with the others. Locking one after the other, doing his best to keep his sound limited.
He lurked around for a brief moment before finally locking the last.
Now, everyone inside was sealed in.
No one could get in or out.
His pearly white smile pierced through the darkness as he scanned the wide corridors for a particular white bat dressed in black.
"Where are you batty…?" He thought to himself. He crept around a bit further, lurking in every hospital room and office; but to no avail. He finally reached the quiet lunchroom as he carefully made his way inside. He scanned over the large area for a brief moment, only darkness and silence staring back at him. He slowly turned, but the sudden clack of heels immediately caught his attention.
"Hey, idiot!" She strutted towards the red figure. He smirked at her dominating demeanor jingling the keys up and down.
"Well, nice to see you too, Rouge." He chuckled. She smacked him upside the head. "Hey!" She held her finger up to silence him.
"Did you do what I asked?" She crossed her arms.
"Of course." He scoffed copying her actions.
"So help me, if you fuck this up-"
"I won't, alright! Just make sure you have the food and we'll do all of the dirty work while you sit back and look pretty." He mocked. That earned him a kick to the groin.
"Mhhh… you stupid little bitch!" He groaned, falling to the floor.
"How's that for dirty work?" She smirked victoriously. He struggled to get up, still holding his private area as he glared at her. "Speaking of dirty work, where's the other idiot?" She dialed the hedgehog's number letting it ring for a few moments before someone abruptly picked up.
"What?" His dark, raspy voice answered, with slight annoyance.
"Where are you? Have you finished yet!"
"I've got him in my sights now. Be patient, princess."
"I swear you and Knuckles are the most incompetent assholes I have ever-" I hung up the phone, rolling my eyes in annoyance. She can talk to her little boyfriend like that, but I'd be damned if she treated me with the same scrutiny. I turned the corner from the hallway I was lurking in, still keeping my eye on the security guard ahead of me.
"Oh, When the Saints go marching in..." The content man whistled. He had no idea what was to come as he turned the corner. I took no time as I crept slowly behind him, being cautious not to make a sound.
"Oh, when the Saints go Marching in..." he continued cheerfully. He was inching closer, and closer, and closer until the security guard quickly paused in his tracks, alerting the dark hedgehog as he stood still in the shadows of the hallway. The man turned slowly, as he scanned over the silent corridor. Nothing but darkness stared back. He shrugged carelessly, bringing the smirk back to the hedgehog's face.
"You fool..." He thought to himself. The tall, lanky security guard continued, finally reaching what he assumed was the main office. He opened the small room as he carefully tucked his supplies away. It was time. The figure slowly crept out of the shadows, the security guard still oblivious to his presence.
"Oh, how I love, to be in that number..." He was nearly there as he retreated to his waist for the pistol that was neatly tucked away.
"When the Saints go marching in!" The janitor finished with a small laugh. The figure placed his finger on the trigger as the lanky man finally noticed him.
"Hey! You can't be in her-"
BOW! BOW! BOW! The gun ranged loudly through the corridors.
The poor Cameleon dropped lifelessly to the floor and just that quick, the poor bystander was gone. He was nothing short of a gentleman to everyone who had crossed his path; He was a kind man. But the hedgehog didn't care as he grinned after his work. He was so proud that he began to chuckle menacingly as the blood coated the white and black checkered patterned floor that lay beneath him.
"Sorry, Mr. Tim…" He commented half-heartedly tossing his name tag to the side. "No hard feelings." He began to whistle the same tune as he pocketed the security guard's keys and carefully cleaned up the messy floor.
"When the Saints go marching in..." The hedgehog continued. He mopped the floors in content before bagging the lifeless body. He dragged the unfortunate Cameleon carelessly down the many flights of stairs.
"Oh, when the Saints go marching in..." He threw the lifeless body down the stairs leading into the basement.
"Oh, how I love to be in that number-"
BLINK! BLINK! His phone chimed. He rolled his eyes, reaching into his small pockets before retreating and scanning over the large device's screen. He immediately recognized the caller before answering.
"What Rouge?" He asked.
"Is it done yet?" Rouge asked impatiently. She seemed a bit aggravated at the stranger's brief pause before he spoke again.
"Yes...it's time." He answered looking back to the lifeless Cameleon.
"Then let the fun begin..." She smiled deviously from the other end. He let the menacing smile creep back to his lips as he hung the device up.
"Oh, when the Saints go marching in..." He finished in content. He sealed the door to the basement closed before making his way up the stairs and through the dark hallways, as he prepared for the malicious events to come.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This was originally not going to be the first story I uploaded, but I wanted to do something nice for my favorite holiday Halloween!
I did post this story last year, however, it, unfortunately, went through some edits whereas it's a completely different story from the one I posted a year ago!
Anyways, who do you think the third killer is? And what do these malevolent characters have in store for our sonic friends?
Stay tuned and find out! Let me know what you think, and I'll see you in the next chapter!
Mariah Masters ❣
