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 Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:17 pm
“It’s snowing.”
“Figure that out yourself?”
“Shut up Sickle.” A Green hedgehog snapped as he turned to his wolf companion. Like the hero ‘Tails’, Sickle had a genetic mutation as well that was in direct correlation to Eggman’s Radioactive city that resulted in multiple tails. The green hedgehog sported a long vest, which should be much to large for him, but apparently was made for an anorexic male. But it hung on him a little like a trench coat. the only thing that bothered the Neon one was that his tail stuck out a little too far. “It’s Station Square. We don’t get much snow around here.”
“So you tell me.” The Black wolf responded. Like most anthro-morphic beings, Sickle wore no clothes. His only feature that stuck him out was a long white stripe that ran from his forehead to his tails. Sickle had recently moved to the city, and only because his hedgehog friend bought him the flat. “I liked it well enough on my own.” He complained as he looked at the rear-view mirror, where it was seen that many drivers were waving their middle finger fanatically at their moving truck.
“And you showing up with large cuts and bruises ever other week? I’d be much happier if you stuck to simple bar fights instead of entire Motorcycle gangs.” The Neon one retorted. “I’ve paid far too many hospital bills for you.”
“Bah. You have no life, Super.” Sickle said, staring out the window at the various shops that dotted the ground, underneath the apartments. “I don’t get it. There are huge complexes with apartment buildings everywhere, and just a few homely shops on the bottom. How do people survive?”
“Their humans. They’re very tenacious.” Super looked his own window as they were stuck in traffic. The moving truck looked massive among the tiny cars. He pitied the few sports cars he saw. Horrid Gas mileage and not too good to have when it snows. He listened to some delightful language as a couple of them started to talk about the weather, to put it simply. “…And very colorful.”
“Indeed.” The Wolf agreed.
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Super hauled the last box into Apartment 184. He gasped for breath as he kicked the cardboard box. “What the heck can you put in these since you never had a home to move from?” He complained as he stretched his back. He groaned as it cracked a few times, and he placed his hand on it.
“Easy. I just took some stuff from your house.” Sickle responded lightheartedly. Super was about to protest when he remembered his own home, which had too much stuff from his own travels in the first place. The black wolf continued. “I took that nice table. It’s over there. The Onyx one, y‘know? I placed your glass sculpture on it, as well as that Arabian clock and Indonesian elephant statue…”
“Ugh, enough. I don’t need to be reminded of every little thing I collected.” Super groaned. Rubbing his back against the wall, he satisfied a scratch that he couldn’t reach with his hands. “I’m just content with the fact my house is a bit less cluttered.” He walked around the apartment. He knew more about it then his wolf friend. A simple Brick layout went along the far wall, an easy accessible fire escape on the third window, and it connected into the kitchen where the refrigerator guarded the part where normal wallpaper and brick met. He looked left as the room split into two other sections, both bedroom space. Super hoped that the black wolf would keep them that way, if ever he had company. Back towards the kitchen, the Neon Hedgehog noticed the connecting bathroom and a small room with a window. Super was going to unload whatever electronic things ranging from TV’s to video games there, in an attempt to set some order to his friends new home.
Sickle walked over and opened a nearby box, which was the last one he had carried up himself. Opening it, he revealed a large bean bag chair, getting a moan of agony from Super. Sickle stuck out his tongue at him. “It’s my bachelor pad. I need to be comfortable.” He defended. Super still gave him a sad look, and he sighed as he pulled out another one, to Super’s distress. “Ha.” He muttered as he walked by and threw them randomly into the mass of boxes.
“I am going to move furniture into the guest room, the den, and Let me guess…” He turned to look at the wolf, who smiled innocently. They both knew it. “I’m going to buy your food for now. But you better have a job, because I paid for this apartment, you better keep yourself afloat from here on out.” spoke the green one. Sickle merely smiled and threw yet another bean bag chair from the box. Super could have swore that’s all that box could have held, but was quickly proved wrong as Sickle pulled out not one, but two more beanie’s out. Super got to work on the guest room, moving in the frame and mattress. Sickle searched for his rug, which he intended to place in the middle of his room.
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Super finished his job in decorating the rooms he said he would do, and walked out of the den in piece. But only for a moment, because he happened upon sickle, laying on a beanbag chair, sipping on a coke he got from Burger King. “Wha---? Oh come on!” He yelled at his friend, who jumped out of his chair. This caused the coke he was sipping on to spill, and the liquid in his mouth to go into his nose, causing a coughing and sneezing and messy fit. Super just smiled as he walked out the door under the premonition of getting the food.
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Super walked outside and unto the streets of February weather. Taking the scenic route to the store, Super strolled through central park, which really was just a small area where an apartment building wasn’t, but it sported a small playground an a gazebo to boot. Of course, nearly no one occupied it at this time, too much in the hype of society to spend much time outdoors, especially since the inhabitants of Station Square were so used to warmer climates, and were not prepared for a quick and sudden snowstorm. Really, it was just a couple inches, but here, it was considered a blizzard. The Hedgehog quickly exited the park after he saw the local gang head in. He wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight with a gang of hormone crazed teens who were packin’ heat.
Turning unto a small grocery district, he was about to reach for his wallet when he noticed everyone was closed due to the weather. A relative Ghost town. He watched as some other people, whose intentions mimicked his own, swore and cursed their ill luck. Super shrugged and decided it wasn’t cold enough not to take a walk and enjoy it’s brisk, cool air. And the fact that he saw a figure on a streetlamp blow it’s light bulb out as it hopped from one to another.
“H-Hey! What are you doing!?” The hedgehog called out as he ran to catch the, apparently, dog-like figure, who in turn, started to hop faster away from her pursuer. Super kept the chase, but he couldn’t run because there was already ice on the ground, which he found out only seconds after he had begun pursuit, s he slipped and slammed into one of the still-fizzling lampposts. Unfortunately for Super, that lamppost must have obtained some extra electrical charge, because a ferocious shock paralyzed him fro a brief moment, before he howled in pain. The creature he was pursuing stopped for a moment. Super noted it’s expression before it darted off quickly. Slowly getting up, the hedgehog leaned against the glass wall of a nearby store window. Trying to shake it off, he literally shook his body to get it out of his system. Super was puzzled. It was certainty a wolf, he knew it now, but when he was hurt, it looked terribly troubled. Limping off, he headed back to tell his friend that he couldn’t get any food.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:23 pm
A couple months after ‘meeting’ with the other wolf, to put it in one way, Super started to hear more about the mysterious broken lampposts. He sighed and leaned back in a chair at Sickle’s, sipping a glass of cool lemonade. The Temperature had warmed significantly, and it was heard that people were putting their plants out again. Super walked to a window and stared out the alleyway it connected with. He leaned on his side so he could see the park through the end of the secluded backstreet. He began to think about the wolf some more, but was interrupted by the noise of Sickle returning home.
“Oi! Super. Hey. Forgot you were here.” He said, scratching the back of his ear. He was wearing an outrages outfit as he walked in. His managers outfit. Upon a visit to the local Burger place, Sickles keen sense of smell and taste lead to him uncovering horribly processed and degraded food. The old manager was fired and Sickle decided he should apply. Upon being hired on the grounds of his animal instincts, The shop had encountered a lull in business, upon the reasons of the burgers were horrid before and the new owner was a dog. A wolf, in all reason, but people say degrading things, sometimes. Super had developed a cheesy plan that somehow worked on a couple people, they sat down with him and tried it, after a over-zealous display of love for the burgers….
“Oh gosh! These burgers are FANTASTIC! Mmm! Oh god! What did you put in these!?” He nearly shouted when the door to the joint was open. It ‘just so happened’ that a couple were walking by and heard the hedgehog. They looked at each other questionably and were about to walk off when the Neon hedgehog stopped them with a quick look. “Come here, you two! You gotta try this! It’s the best burger I ever tasted!” He exclaimed.
They looked at each other again. They held a small, whispered conversation with each other before the man convinced his girlfriend that he was hungry. Her arguments went unheard, mainly because they were the usual ones, about the bad history of the building and the owner being a dog. “Wolf.” Super corrected idly. He received a cold stare from the woman.
The man sat down and patted the hedgehog on the back, Making Super’s head go back in forth violently from the sudden impact. He shook it off as he turned to him. Appearantly it was one of those guys. He suddenly felt very sorry for his girlfriend. But the man yelled out to the only employee there, which was Sickle, as the wolf had to lay off everyone else because of lack of funds. “Hey! You! Wolfie! Get me and my date some burgers! They better be as good as this guy says, Too!”
“Comin’ right up!” Shouted the wolf as he, finally, got to work on a burger. Although the wolf had failed at numerous things at life, super could always rely on the fact that the wolf could cook. And not a hair would ever touch the food. Sickle took food very seriously, which was a blessing and a curse. It tasted wonderful, but it wasn’t any fast food. It took a minute of pacing before the man’s date sat down next to him. Another five minutes passed and Sickle finally came up with two plates of burgers and fries.
The woman looked at the Burger with distrust. She just knew there was hair in it. It came from an animal. A smelly, uncivilized animal. She muttered that exact sentence and Super overheard. He was about to run her out of the store when her beau took a huge bite. Super’s eyes went huge as he looked at the remains of the half-pound burger that laid in front of the man. Nearly a third of it was gone. Super felt full just looking at it. He slowly turned his gaze to the man, whose face was hard to read. Super suddenly felt a tang of fear.
‘Everyone’s a critic.’ they say. Well, in this case, this man was a food critic. And not just any critic. No, this man was a Health inspector. It wasn’t a chance this guy came in and threw on the act. Nope, He was sent here, probably to condemn it. Super’s quills fell sadly.
“BRILLIANT! You know your way around a burger, Young sir!” He exclaimed loudly. Super nearly fell out of his seat. The woman’s eyes bulged in shock. Sickle had a huge smile plaster on his face.
“Y-you mean it?” Super asked. The man noticed the hedgehog eyeing his I.D. He smiled.
“Ahh, so you caught me. I mean it! Now, I just need to do the routine things, but I think I can tell from here, this place is clean.”
Sickle smirked sadly. He was about to talk when the woman spoke up. “Wha-What do you mean!? This… Animal is a cook? Unbelievable! He’s an un-groomed mess of a creature! There’s probably fur all over! Look in your burger! There is bound to be hairs in there! A dozen of them!” She ranted. The man looked shocked. Super had about enough of that lady. He got out of his chair to remove her when the man was more voluble.
“Now you see here, Melissa! This is a hard-working man! A brilliant cook, if I do say so myself! And I’ve already had it up to here-” He raised one hand to eyelevel, “-With your… your.. Racism!” He declared. She looked shocked. Lost for words. She searched franticly for something to come back with. Suddenly she just looked angry and stomped off. The man smiled good naturedly and turned to Sickle. “Well, she’s a bad egg.”
“Don’t get me started on bad ‘Egg’s.” Super said idly, referring to Dr. Eggman. Super took his seat again.
The man was puzzled on the Green one’s last comment, but decided to dismiss it. He got up and walked behind the counter. “I am the Health Inspector. I’ll only be a minute and I’ll return for my burger. To go, please.” He left to the kitchen and the back rooms. Super turned to Sickle. The Wolf had the same silly grin he had before.
“Don’t you, Ever, ask me to act. Again.” Super threatened.
Sickle nodded. “Don’t worry about it. You sucked anyway.”
Sickle’s restaurant really boomed after the Inspector Gordon left it with all marks. Sickle even had it copied, and bronzed the original to be placed near the clock on the top of the counter. He had the copy posted on the window’s and suddenly customers came in. Even Gordon came in. A lot. The three of them were pretty much friends now, especially with Sickle. Super didn’t mind at all. He was glad the wolf was finally getting new friends.
“You look ridiculous. How was poker night at Gordon’s?” Super asked, remarking to the suit and the mangled mess Sickle was in. The wolf smiled and held up a few fifties. Super had only taught Sickle the rules of the game before Sickle beat him at every turn. He could of swore that wolf was cheating, but he had the #1 best poker face. Super had no idea what to do when he had bad cards, and he was a bad poker player because of it. He did know how to keep his cool when he had a good hand, but that was his let. When anyone saw him calm, they normally folded. Super stopped playing poker after their trip to Casinopolis, where he lost $200. He blamed Sickle for keeping him at the table. In the end, they actually came out $400 on top, as Sickle also picked up on Super’s cash, and reimbursed him. “Just don’t get addicted.” He warned. Super had been watching a bit too much 60 Minutes in his free time. But when he wasn’t watching the news, the hedgehog was a carpenter, and a very good one at that.
“Addicted? Nah. Never.” Sickle waved it off. Super frowned. The wolf caught his gaze and frowned. “Alright, Alright, I’ll be careful. Geesh. You act like a wife sometimes.” He commented as he headed to the fridge, taking a cola out. Super rolled his eyes.
“Like you would know. You only get the definitions from T.V.” He retorted. Sickle was about to protest, before he say the point. Super continued. “Anyway, I’m heading out.”
“Already? Why didn’t you leave sooner and leave a note?” Sickle asked.
Super shrugged and grabbed his jacket on the way out. “Didn’t come to mind until recently.” He said. It was Sickle’s turn to roll his eyes. He knew it had something to do with that wolf. Super had slipped him the details of the lamppost destroyer a few weeks back. He was a little ticked that Super hadn’t told him earlier, but shrugged it off. Everyone had their quirks.
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Super sat in the park again. He watched the last of the kids take off with their mothers, complaining all the way about it. Super smiled a rare, warm smile as he watched the last ones go. Stretching, super began to grow impatient and decided to take to the sidewalks again. After awhile, Super’s legs grew restless. They wanted to do what he was born to do. Super didn’t like to run though. He would get noticed and the media would be upon him. Super liked being in the shadows, unknown to public eye. Not many knew it, but Sonic the Hedgehog didn’t do all that adventuring by himself. You can’t take on a mechanical ego maniac without help, especially the entire robot legion he had on his fingertips. It just doesn’t work that way.
After he reached the outskirts of town, it had taken a little over an hour, He couldn’t take it anymore, and took off in an insane burst of speed. He dodged threes and cars as he almost flew through it all. He gained more and more speed as he hit the fields outside of the city. He was running past the speed of sound now. Whooping loudly, the hedgehog couldn’t hear his own voice as he tore through the country-side in an incredible feat of speed. Super couldn’t even stop now. He needed to go faster, and faster, and faster still. His legs carried him all the way. He was traveling at Mach seven, and faster still. He took a glace downwards and noticed his speed allowed him to run on water, as he found himself running out on the water. He was still getting more and more momentum. He couldn’t stop. He was finally getting the rush he always yearned for.
Later, The hedgehog could be seen sitting serenely at the edge of the ocean. He sat leaning on his arms, his leg outstretched. He watched the sunset’s last beams of light go over the ocean. He sat for a couple minutes after, before standing up and giving the ocean one last look before he took off once again towards Station Square. He slowed himself as he neared the countryside. And finally he went at a ‘normal’ pace as he entered the outskirts, until he finally settled into walking. He noticed the lampposts turn on. He stared up at one and stared at it for awhile. It seemed so odd that someone would go around busting them up. It wasn’t anything gang related, because he confronted the local gangs about it.
Oddly enough, they were ticked as well at the vandalism.
He tore his gaze away as he walked on. Taking in a deep breath, he enjoyed the night air. He noticed a figure walking towards him. A human. He passed without so much as a second glance. Just someone who was out for a stroll. He came up to another figure, this one was much shorted and had a tail. After he got closer, he could tell by the small definitions that it was a dog-like creature. The figure stopped. Super did right after. There was a long silence. Super mind began to race as he went over all the possible outcomes to this. “…Sickle?”
The Figure stepped into the light, and Super saw one of the oddest looking wolves he ever saw. It looked very much like a oddly colored ying-yang, and it’s eyes were mismatched. Super knew this wasn’t the wolf he had encountered in the snow. It raised it’s head and met his gaze. It smirked. “Hello, Super.”
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