His eyes narrowed as he pushed himself up, his ruby red eyes darting from tree to tree as he stood to his feet. Where was he? His eyes narrowed and a scowl grew across his muzzle, as he tried to remember what had happened before he conked out. Drawing up nothing but a blank, the black and red hedgehog shakes his head and looks around himself, surrounded by trees on all sides, the sun however, was shining brightly through the thick plants, and a cool breeze blew the leaves across the ground.
Then the loud sound of…a gunshot?
The dark hedgehog's ears flew upward and his body whipped around towards the source of the sound, and not too long a second later were the sounds of screams. He wasted no time running through the woods, until his skates skidded to a halt at a little hill where the trees cleared.
A small, wooden house stood at the top of the hill, and just passed it, a small pond that sparkled brightly in the sunlight. The door to the front of the house swung open, and a...female fox ran out with her hand over her mouth. He watched with wide eyes as she turned around and stared at the wide open front door. Silence.
She didn't move for what seemed forever, and just as he was considering going to her, she finally turned around and began running down the path around the pond. A shed was seen just passed the blue waters, and the onyx hedgehog assumed that was where she was going. With a determined frown, he begins heading up the hill to the small house, his curiosity getting the best of him. Once he stood in the door leading inside, he could only gape.
A male dog lay there, with a dark pool of blood slowly growing underneath him.
And beside him, sat a small, male, blue hedgehog.
The hedgehog was crying, holding onto the elder mobian as if it would bring him back to life. He could only stare, in shock, as he tried to piece this all together. The child looked up at him, with frightened, deep blue eyes, and he felt himself freeze under the hedgehog's stare.
Why did he seem so familiar?
And then the little hedgehog jumped to his feet and ran over to him, with his arms up and beckoning to…be picked up? The little blue mobian was mouthing something, one word that spoke in his head over and over again.
He sat up with a gasp as he awoke, cold air blasting in his face as he inhaled sharply. With shrunken eyes, he bolts to his feet and looks around him, spinning in place as he tried to make sense of what just happened.
Blinking as he noticed that it had indeed been a dream, he tries to focus on where he is. A canyon-like wasteland stretched out below him, and in front of him on the edge of the cliff, was what looked to be a tombstone. Did he do that? He couldn't remember. In fact, he couldn't remember anything at all.
A deep frown curves his lips as he looks over the horizon, watching the sun rise slowly but maturely. With narrowed eyes he tries to think, think, think…
Nothing. He couldn't remember a thing. Despite the blue hedgehog in his dream that looked too familiar for comfort, and his own name, he could not picture a thing.
How did he get here? Was he all alone?
A small tingle made its way through his arm then, and it was at that moment he felt…wrong. He looked at his arms, his wrists, and realized something was missing. He should be wearing something around his wrists, something important, that was not there and it was hurting him. He was losing…energy. Yes, energy, powerful energy. What was it called again? It began with a K? No, no it was kay-something. Something along those lines. All he knew was that it was important, and he needed those…whatever it was he needed.
He scowls and shakes his head. Alright, what else? The grave in front of him had nothing written on it, which bothered him for some reason. A flower, however, sat perched in the ground in front of it, so he supposed that was something.
He must have been sitting here when he fell asleep, but how did he lose his memory?
That kay-stuff energy. That was it. He must have lost too much, he presumed. That could be the only reason. After all, he had to of had his memory when he sat down at this grave.
Was he the only one here?
He turns and looks all around him, seeing nothing but orange rock of canyons and cliffs. An occasional dead tree or shrub lie here or there, but no sign of civilization.
What had happened here?
Too many questions, not enough answers, he thought with a growl. He wouldn't figure out who he was and where this was just by standing here. He needed to find something that would remind him, trigger a memory of what had happened.
With a one-last-glance towards the grave, he frowns and gives it a nod.
"Another story? Really Anonymoux?" Don't worry guys, I plan on finishing this one ;D
I got this idea after playing Shadow the Hedgehog, and thinking about the ending of Sonic X. I never really cared for the Black Arms, or the way SEGA presented it (that DAMN fourth Chaos Emerald), and so I never really got into it. Then after thinking about certain ideas for the Demons Saga, and a comic I am planning and conjuring up, I decided to give it a go.
I don't like the way Sonic X just ended, especially after watching the Japanese Version. I also don't like the way certain things were just left, undone. So, I'm mixing up the games and the anime, and making babies…
Sonadow? It can be taken as that, or just friendship, or whatever you want. I don't know. I don't care. The story is mainly focused on Shadow, and what happens after the Metarex battle.
So, I present to you, another case of writer's block wonderful fanfiction written by yours truly.
Oh, and yes I am siked about Sonic Forces. You don't have to ask.