Krissie: Hey ya’ll! Here’s Chapter 2.
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Chapter 2: Beginnings Part 2
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Several Years Later…
The blue hedgehog strummed on his guitar. “Come on! I wanna
get this going!” He called over to his friends.
“Have a little patience, Sonic.” Rotor carefully put the
powder mixtures into a metal casing. “It takes a little while to get all these
bombs ready.” He put it with a neat stack of other completed bombs.
“30 seconds is my limit, Rot.” Sonic impatiently tapped his
foot. He counted the number of bombs already assembled. “Surely 20 bombs can
take out Robuttnik’s new factory.”
“Je ne sais pas.”
Antoine handed the walrus another metal casing. “Robuttnik builds hiz factories
with ze zick walls, non?”
Sonic shrugged and resigned himself to strumming away on his
guitar. After a few notes, he sighed and fell on his back. He didn’t know what
song he wanted to play. He pulled at the silver chain around his neck and
fiddled with the medallion. He held it up to sky and puffed out air.
“When do you think we’ll be able to get Uncle Chuck back?”
He muttered wishfully.
Rotor froze as he looked up at the speedster. He wasn’t sure
what to say or do. Sonic was always smiling and joking around. A sad Sonic was
never a good sign. He screwed the top of the explosive on and placed it into
the stack as he tried to figure out what to say.
Antoine D’Coolette walked up to Sonic and leaned over him
with a big smile. “As soon as we build a de-robotizer! Then we will get
everyone back and Robuttnik will have ze egg on hiz face. Zen we will come home
and party! You will play songs on ze guitar and I will zing ma mere hymns off
key and you will throw ze pie in mon
visage. Zound great, non?”
Sonic stared up at the coyote’s silly face and couldn’t help
but laugh. Something about Antoine always made him laugh ever since he was a
kid, or well, a little kid. Maybe it was his funny accent or his weird haircut.
Maybe it was how easy it was to pull pranks on him. Either way, Antoine was an
instant smile for Sonic Hedgehog. He laughed as he sat up. “You won’t even try
to sing on key?” He carefully tucked the medallion under his shirt. “Are you
guys ready to go yet?”
Rotor counted the bombs. They had about 50. Surely that
would be enough. He put up the materials and nodded. “Yep. Put the bombs in the
bags and we’ll be all set to go.”
Antoine saluted as he set to the task. He had barely gotten
one bag full of bombs before Sonic finished off the other four. Sonic threw one
bag over his shoulder as he picked up two others.
“Let’s go get see if the girls are ready, Ant.” Sonic began
to walk off without him. He paused to hand a bag to Rotor before continuing.
Antoine put one bag on his shoulders before following the
blue hedgehog.
Magenta fur
flowed in the breeze. She cringed at the awful smell. Sure she lived in the
city, but even the city smelled of gross smug. Everyone who lived within the
thick city walls of Robotropolis was used to it. Everyone except Sonia. She
hated the smell and the charcoal sky. But she knew there was nothing she could
do. It was either follow the rules of Robotnik or become a robot. Her best
option was to wait it out and be a loyal subject.
“Sonia, come down from there!” Lady Windermere called.
Sonia smiled down at her adoptive mother. She was such a
kind woman. She had puffy, brown hair and wore elegant gowns covered in various
purples and teals. Sonia loved the woman as if she really were her mother. She
knew that a lot of people had advised the human woman not to adopt Sonia, a
hedgehog. But Lady Windermere stood firm on her decision to take the child in
as her own.
Sonia did a back flip off the top of the roof. She landed on
a tree branch and did another flip and landed gracefully on the ground. “Hello
Lady Windermere!” Sonia greeted with a bright smile. “How was your trip to the
store?”
“It was good. I bought some of that jam you like.” Lady
Windermere smiled as her 15 year old daughter took some of the bags from her
arms. “What were you doing on the roof dear?”
“Oh…” Sonia hummed. She wasn’t sure why. The roof was just
her favorite place to sit. She would sit there for hours, staring off into the
distance. She always felt like something was missing She felt depressed as she
waited for what was missing. But what was it she was waiting for? Unsure how to
answer, she just shrugged, “I just wanted to feel the wind.”
Sonia didn’t see it, but Lady Windermere gave her a pitiful
look. She often felt like her charge was waiting for something on her roof.
Sonia’s sweet hazel eyes couldn’t lie to her. She could see the longing clear
as glass in those eyes.
“Have you done your lessons yet?” She asked as they put the
groceries away.
“Yes Lady Windermere.” Sonia nodded. “I finished them while
you were away. The books are ready to go to the school for grading.”
“Very well, I’ll look over them for you. Then tomorrow,
we’ll have Winston take them to the school for us.” Lady Windermere stated.
Winston, Lady Windermere’s butler, was very nice. He usually
just acted as her chauffer, but he would also go pick up or drop off things for
her when needed. Winston mainly saw to it that Sonia got her books from school.
She lived in a mainly human district of Robotropolis, so the schools weren’t
able to accommodate for Sonia. Also, being a hedgehog wasn’t easy either.
Robotnik hated hedgehogs, any and all. So Lady Windermere purposely kept her
child out of the schools and safe at home.
Big brown eyes stared in awe at his latest find. He had hit the
jackpot today and it was only 3:30.
Not bad. Not bad.
He counted the money in the wallet. He stuff the money in his socks before
tossing the wallet into a trash can. The streets were busy this time of day.
People were out and about and so was Manic. As long as he stayed in a mainly
mobian populated area, he wouldn’t stand out. He had gained $250 in cash and
several credit cards. He would have to take them to Ferrell. He also had several
watches. No one ever seemed to miss them which surprised him. He loved watches.
He liked the ticking sound they made. It was like a heartbeat; constant,
reliable, always there, never leaving. The only thing it wasn’t – warm.
Manic loved warmed things. If there was anything he
collected it would be surf boards and warm things. He wasn’t sure why. He just
did. Ferrell told him he was like that, ever since he found him in a basket one
night. Manic would curl up next to anything warm; a blanket, camp fires, the
furnace, and people.
Manic couldn’t count how many times he went to sleep far
away from people and woke up practically in their sleeping bags. It annoyed all
of his partners in crime. Nack, Bark, Fiona, Sleuth, heck, it even annoyed
Bean. The only one who didn’t seem to mind was Rouge. But that was probably
because Manic had given her some jewels he found before then. He didn’t work
the bat often because he didn’t deal jewels. He fiddled with the pearl necklace
he had snatched and shoved into his pocket. Maybe the jewel thief would like
it? He would have to find her later.
He took a turn in the sewer and gave a weak smile as he came
into Ferrell’s and his make shift living room. “I’m back.” He called softly. He
closed the door and made sure it was good and tight. It’s cold in here. He sat on the couch with a depressed slump and
began organizing his goods. He placed his cash in his hiding place and then
stared at the watches and bits of jewelry. He would have to wait at least a
week to pond them. And even then, he couldn’t pond them. Hedgehogs going into a
store was never a good idea. Robuttnik kept surveillance in pond shops and most
stores. If he ever saw a hedgehog, he would have them instantly picked up by
SWATbots and robotized. The green hedgehog cringed. He didn’t want to be a
robot. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around
himself.
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Deathy: Thank you for reading. Hope you’ll share your
thoughts with me. I’m now off to write chapter 3. I’ll try not to make you wait
as long for an update I promise!
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