Verisimilitude: Invasion, Chapter 1: Cries in the Night
Title: Verisimilitude: Invasion
Chapter Title: Chapter 1: Cries in the Night
Author: Keiji Miashin
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog
Type: Fanfic
Rating: E (Everyone, some language/situations not appropriate for kids)
Warnings/Spoilers: Gen/Pre-slash. You should probably know who Metal Sonic is before reading this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise or any of its characters. I'd like to think that I own the (slight) alternate universe presented here though.
Story Summary: All Shadow wanted was to be given some peace. Count on good old Robotnik to just not let the black hedgehog be, especially when he has the need to show of his new pet, Chaos. Between the water monster and the invasion of the Black Arms, will Shadow even bother getting involved?
Chapter Summary: A beast is released and a lost soul cries out in the night at the approaching doom.
A little over half a year had passed since the ARK incident. The time had gone bye in a practical blur. People went on with their lives but very few ever stopped to think and appreciate that they could actually do so in the first place. Sonic was still everybody’s favorite pet hero, and Robotnik had been unusually subdued, only putting out token attacks just to remind people that; Yes, he was still there.
Obviously it’d be too much to hope that Eggman would have a heart attack/stroke sometime in the night.
Oh and Shadow was dead. Yup, as dead as they come, according to the half year anniversary report that fuzzed out of the radio. With a snort the afore mentioned dark hedgehog pulled the plug on the machine, the power button didn’t work, to silence the annoying voice.
One, he wasn’t dead.
Two, they were late. Two weeks late to be precise, to make it for the half year mark, not that he was keeping track or anything. Nope.
Three, he didn’t need to here even MORE about Sonic.
Of course, on point one, nobody was supposed to know the falsity of the fact. Still, numbers two and three, had no excuses. He’d spent the last half year doing a very good job at NOT existing, and it was just about to drive him out of his mind. Not because he couldn’t get used to the out of the way life, though boredom had its own issues.
Nope, the toughest part was that the living don’t see the dead. Which meant avoiding Sonic, and anybody that knew the hedgehog, like the plague. This odd game of keep away was the one bit of excitement in his life, the only reason to live in Station Square at all. That and when Eggman did make an appearance it made for an interesting show. Like his own private movie theater.
Outside the glassless window the sun’s lower edge was starting to sink dangerously close to the horizon line. Night was Shadow’s time. At night he could run without worry off people identifying the black streak that was left in his wake. Sure his jets could give him away, but hey it was the risk that made it worth the time.
Yeah, he’s life had turned pretty pathetic since ARK. Living on the fringes of Station Square in an old factory turned dump ground certainly was a jump and kangaroo leap from what he had used to have. Oh how the mighty doth fall. But the black hedgehog, as he stretched atop the ripped and torn bean bag that served as his chair/bed, really couldn’t bring himself to care. Such things as comfortable living and wealth had never been anywhere near the top of his priorities list.
The sun balanced right atop the horizon now, the sky turning a bloody hue, and the first star appearing in the sky.
…
That wasn’t right. Shadow blinked at the star, it was far too early and the sun still far too bright for the stars to be out yet. Just one though, winking down at the world as if it had figured out the great secret to winning the race for the night sky against its other solar siblings.
Shadow made to stand from his resting place, no use looking at mystery stars, time to start heading out and see the world for lack of anything better to do. The screech that pierced his ears though, had him staggering back and into the seat again.
It echoed off the factory walls and, the fact quickly dawned on him, over the whole city. A wail that made the little prehistoric part inside him which remembered scurrying around moldy leaves for worms go “EEK!” and demand to curl up in a tight ball. When its last echo faded Shadow let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.
“The hell..” He wasn’t scared, not really, but that sound had set of alarm bells he hadn’t known existed in his head. It was primordial, the response to it pure instinct, 'run.' Though where to Shadow’s instincts were woefully unable to figure. He walked from the office that had once served as a supervisory station above the factory floor, down the metal railed stairs. Often he’d just jump the gap but the sound had subdued what excitement there had been in him.
He was at the large double front doors when the screech came again. This time it was closer. “It’s a hedgehog”, Shadow’s brain supplied unhelpfully as instinct had him standing ramrod straight in the doorway like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding bullet train. “A hedgehog that’s being de-boned alive in a vat of saltwater” he amended as the cry reached a pitch of desperation that set his teeth on end.
And then it faded into the distance. Shadow stayed under his doorway, listening and waiting. All else in the world seemed to have gone silent, there was even a minimum amount of noise from the rest of Station Square. His ears strained forward, twitching at the slightest noise. The cry came again, but this time it was quite far away.
Again and again the screech pierced the twilight. For a full fifteen minutes it went up and down Station Square, and then moved off into the countryside. Shadow wasn’t sad to hear it go. It was a horrid sound, simply because it could elicit that illogical instinctual fear out of him. He didn’t like getting scared.
He didn’t leave the factory either, not until the twilight had completely faded into dark. Somehow, when he finally set out the night felt far more dangerous and ominous then it used to.
The star that had appeared at the setting of the sun vanished as soon as the other stars began to take their place in the night sky. Not that anybody noticed on that first night.
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throoooooooooooooo
Knuckles’ eyes opened to a clear night, the quarter moon waxing above him. He blinked a couple times, as his brain was slow to produce coherent waking thought.
Throooooooooo
That sound! He sat up from his napping place on the smooth stone steps that led up to the resting place of the Master Emerald. He’d heard that sound before someplace.
Thvrooooooo
Standing up, he looked about for its source. It was definitely familiar…and mechanical. Which meant either Sonic or Eggman was coming to pay him a visit, and neither were welcome on Angel Island without a specific invite.
THVRooooooooo
Whatever it was, was getting closer fast. And there was a deeper larger rumble behind it. Knuckles’ hands pulled up into fists as he continued to search the sky, what familiarity he had with the source of the sound told him that it was airborne. If it was Eggman, Knuckles was ready for ‘em, if it was Sonic and he or his machine ended up getting punched through a couple trees…eh, well tough luck for them.
He smirked, hoping it was Sonic. It’d be nice to give him a good punch just for the sake of all the many things he’d promised in time to give him a beating for. It’d also be nice because Sonic, relatively speaking, was an ally and Knuckles would never willingly wish for any enemies to pay him a visit.
THVROOROOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He pinpointed the source of the sound, a fast moving speck of dark against the lighter blue of the night sky. The flare of jets could be seen propelling it forward.
The bottom of Knuckles’ stomach dropped out; it had a hedgehog shape…with glowing red eyes.
Not eyes, optics.
“No..” even as he voiced the denial he was running up the stairs to put himself between the mecha and its course for the Master Emerald.
Part of him really really wished it was Sonic dressed up in a mecha suit. The other part that had remembered the sound the instant he’d heard it laughed at the foolishness of the idea. Yeah they’d destroyed Metal Sonic, a couple times over.
Rebuilding the monster would explain why Eggman had been quiet for so long.
The mecha was almost to the Master Emerald, not slowing despite the fact that now Knuckles’ stood directly in its path. He raised and pulled back his fist. Looked like Eggman had skimped on the intelligence for this version, it was still heading straight forward. His fist slammed home…directly into the after image of the mecha’s face half a foot away from him.
“Oh. Chaos Control!” His brain supplied quickly. Not quick enough to defend against the kick that hit him hard in the back of the head and rocketed him away from the Master Emerald and its high seat. He hit the ground hard, snout first, and then bounced onwards flipping in the process to slam his back against a tree. “Ow…”
Not the most intelligent thing he’d ever said, but it fit the situation well enough as he fell back to the ground and onto his knees. Metal Sonic now stood where only a second before Knuckles had been, looking down upon the fallen echidna. The air was still vibrating with the deep brass of a giant machine approaching their location.
Knuckles’ didn’t have the luxury to look and see what kind of monstrous new flying thing of mass panic and devastation Eggman had come up with this time, Metal Sonic had turned away from him and was reaching for the Master Emerald.
“No you don’t!” Knuckles shouted, scrambling to his legs and leaping, one of his best ever jumps, he’d reflect later, for the mecha with an outstretched fist. The thing looked over its shoulder, just as he reached midway through his leap and vanished. He knew what would come next, but not from where, which meant that he had no way from defending against the kick that landed right at the small of his back.
Knuckles grit his teeth, but the mecha wasn’t finished yet. Its jets burned, propelling it, and Knuckles under foot, downward straight into the ground. This time the echidna did cry out, the ground underneath him cracked from the force of the impact, and he fancied for a minute that he’d heard his spine do the same.
He was pinned, looking up he saw the light of the stars and moon vanish, blocked out by a large flying machine. Eggman’s insignia was emblazoned on its side with garish glow-in-the-dark-neon yellow-green. He glared up at the mecha that held him down, laying a couple choice curses on its head. The Sonic look alike’s eyes seemed to narrow, and before Knuckles knew what was happening pain arched across his entire body.
Electricity, he’d know in hindsight, the blasted thing had run a however many volt electric current through him. He didn’t know for how long, but at some point it must have gotten tired of his twitching and screaming as it leaned down and delivered a solid punch to the back of his head.
It didn’t knock him out immediately, but he sure as heck wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. The mecha lifted its foot of him just as the giant Eggman flying thing shot what seemed to be its entire arsenal at the Master Emerald. Positioned as he was, with his head facing to the side towards the Master Emeralds dais, he could see quite clearly through a single blurry eye the missiles and lasers head for and in the next instant land a direct strike at the emerald.
He wanted to scream, in rage or panic he didn’t know, as the shots landed. Above him the mecha beeped in alarm. The explosion was deafening, raining debris and dust down upon the two figures below, but Knuckles’ didn’t dare close his eyes. Not when he could see the light of the Master Emerald shatter, scattering in a bright arc, over the trees, some embedding themselves into the bottom of the flying machine and others sailing off to nowhere across the trees.
The emerald was shattered. Shock dragged him down, out of reality into unconsciousness, toward guild ridden dreams. He’d failed, the Master Emerald was broken…he couldn’t lose now. He tried to wake himself. He had to get these bastards back, had to punch a hole through Eggman’s gut, had to rip Metal Sonics head straight off its metallic shoulders.
Blackness claimed the corners of his sight as the rest of reality seemed to focus on a pin point of tunnel vision straight ahead. He fancied he could hear yelling, angry yelling at that. As the final wisps of consciousness left him it was with the sound of a long horrid wailing screech, which was quickly joined by another even more bestial one.
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It had been a little over a month since the wailing had started. Every dusk and dawn it come. Running up and down Station Square, frightening all the citizens. A sound of horrid torture and pain…and nobody ever saw what made it.
Shadow had stopped wandering at night. Every rustle and twitch of movement had him grasping for his Chaos Emerald, and reaching for that power inside. Worst of all, for whatever reason, the Chaos Emerald was no longer reliable. His mind flashed back to when a guard dog had startled him and he’d attempted to Chaos Control out of the immediate area.
He’d ended up fifty feet in the air…above the ocean. Definitely NOT where he had been wanting to go. Since that time the Emerald had become increasingly more erratic. Sometimes shooting of sparks of chaos energy like it was some odd malfunctioning appliance and other times dimming to such a dark green that it looked like a painted rock.
Shadow didn’t trust his life on the Emerald anymore. Next time, for all he knew, it might drop him over a meat grinder.
Admittedly, ever since the shrieking had started, his mind had taken a distinctive turn toward the macabre. Only something horrid could make a hedgehog scream like that, right? Of course, that was another contingency point he had with himself. How did he know it was a hedgehog, for all anyone could identify the sound it could be a rusty tire (which a lot of ‘science’ people had suggested on the radio) that is, something completely not alive. No, Shadow didn’t know it was a hedgehog, but that’s what his instincts told him. He tended to trust those instincts. He'd learned, during the course of the ARK incidents, that those instincts often knew best.
He didn’t sleep much anymore either. The wailing had brought on fresh dreams of Maria and the events that happened on ARK. He’d end up waking, ready to pull his spines out in frustration from not being able to do anything, back then and now.
Right now, in fact, Shadow observed from the top of his factory the rebuilding and cleaning of Station Square. It was taking doubly as long as usual. Nobody wanted to be out and about at night. Whenever the wailing started all else would be dropped until the sound finished its routine the next morning. Shadow thought it was ridiculous, as if the sun could scare away whatever was making the noise, though he himself was also staying put at night.
But he was more scared of what would make somebody scream like that, then the one doing the screaming.
As for the rebuilding. A fifty foot tidal wave had flooded station square only two days after the wailing had started. It was kind of interesting, he mused, that everything was now timed for how long it’d been since the twilight noises beginning.
Of course the tidal wave had the kind courtesy of coming in just when Shadow was pulling himself to shore after his failed Chaos Control. It was a good thing he was a very fast hedgehog, the idea of revisiting the salty brine, and this time getting beaten around Station Square by the water, hadn’t sat well with him.
There was no loss of life to the wave. Somehow the government had known very far in advance that it was coming, and had evacuated the endangered areas. The cause? It seemed Angel Island had fallen into the sea, the wave had taken only five hours to reach the mainland from there. The evacuation had started seven hours before the wave reached land.
Nobody else seemed to notice how the math was off on that part.
A dark rumble drew his gaze from the town up to the sky where gray and angry clouds were moving in from the ocean. Hurricane Lati, the radio had said it was called. Shadow just snickered. When it rained it sure poured. He could just HEAR the JOY of the Station Square residents at the prospect of MORE water. Yay.
Well he had no room to talk, he’d had to move his stuff to a first floor office on the inside of the building cause his preferred hide-away hole happened to have very big and very glassless windows.
The leading edge of the clouds was colored a bloody red as the sun sank towards the horizon. The first star flashed in the sky. Shadow stood from his seat and was closing the trapdoor up to the roof just as the first wail rose over the city.
The star. There had been plenty of talk about that on the radio too. Yes Shadow liked his radio, it kept him in touch with the rest of the world. It hadn’t taken long for people to draw a correlation between ‘the screecher,’ as the waling had been dubbed, with the odd star that came out before all the others and vanished as soon as the true first start, appeared in the sky.
The first clue was the fact that the same day the star became first visible in the sky the wailing had started. Another point was that the wailing lasted only as long as the star was visible, and as soon as it vanished so did the sound.
Of course, everybody with even a 10 cent telescope had trained their eyes on the star once the word began to spread. Turns out it was not a star at all. Instead it was a moon/planet (debate was still up on that one) who’s very wide orbit was leading it towards Mobius. What amazed everybody was the speed at which the object was moving. Faster then even a comet, it was practically the ‘Sonic’ of space.
It would join Mobius in its orbit around the sun in a month, circle the sun a couple times in the next two, then join the moon in orbit around Mobius for three, before the process would be repeated in reverse and it would float off into space again.
Cue to the doomsayers and apocalypse prophets. Shadow hadn’t even touched his precious radio in the last couple days because of their rantings. HE had almost destroyed the world and somehow he couldn’t see how a space rock whose course scientists had already plotted could do any better then he did.
In the future he would note to himself that he should NOT tempt fate.
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Published: February 5, 2007
Last Updated: December 13, 2007
Author's Notes: The History Mobius
The written, or at least partially known, history of Mobius is divided into four Eras. Of the First Era little is known, not even how long it lasted, though popular theory and belief has it as the second longest. The only things that remain are a few scattered records of a great disaster and the weeping remains of what must have once been a great civilization on par or surpassing the one of today.
The Second Era was the shortest of all. Marked by one long and bloody war. As of two hundred years ago, the Fourth Era has surpassed it in length.
The Third Era came as a repercussion of the war of the Second. Lasting the longest it was a purgatory of the dark ages.
The Fourth Era begins with the great renaissance, and encompasses the present times.
Prologue: Glimpse of a Flashback | Chapter 2: Dreams of Disaster
Chapter Title: Chapter 1: Cries in the Night
Author: Keiji Miashin
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog
Type: Fanfic
Rating: E (Everyone, some language/situations not appropriate for kids)
Warnings/Spoilers: Gen/Pre-slash. You should probably know who Metal Sonic is before reading this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise or any of its characters. I'd like to think that I own the (slight) alternate universe presented here though.
Story Summary: All Shadow wanted was to be given some peace. Count on good old Robotnik to just not let the black hedgehog be, especially when he has the need to show of his new pet, Chaos. Between the water monster and the invasion of the Black Arms, will Shadow even bother getting involved?
Chapter Summary: A beast is released and a lost soul cries out in the night at the approaching doom.
A little over half a year had passed since the ARK incident. The time had gone bye in a practical blur. People went on with their lives but very few ever stopped to think and appreciate that they could actually do so in the first place. Sonic was still everybody’s favorite pet hero, and Robotnik had been unusually subdued, only putting out token attacks just to remind people that; Yes, he was still there.
Obviously it’d be too much to hope that Eggman would have a heart attack/stroke sometime in the night.
Oh and Shadow was dead. Yup, as dead as they come, according to the half year anniversary report that fuzzed out of the radio. With a snort the afore mentioned dark hedgehog pulled the plug on the machine, the power button didn’t work, to silence the annoying voice.
One, he wasn’t dead.
Two, they were late. Two weeks late to be precise, to make it for the half year mark, not that he was keeping track or anything. Nope.
Three, he didn’t need to here even MORE about Sonic.
Of course, on point one, nobody was supposed to know the falsity of the fact. Still, numbers two and three, had no excuses. He’d spent the last half year doing a very good job at NOT existing, and it was just about to drive him out of his mind. Not because he couldn’t get used to the out of the way life, though boredom had its own issues.
Nope, the toughest part was that the living don’t see the dead. Which meant avoiding Sonic, and anybody that knew the hedgehog, like the plague. This odd game of keep away was the one bit of excitement in his life, the only reason to live in Station Square at all. That and when Eggman did make an appearance it made for an interesting show. Like his own private movie theater.
Outside the glassless window the sun’s lower edge was starting to sink dangerously close to the horizon line. Night was Shadow’s time. At night he could run without worry off people identifying the black streak that was left in his wake. Sure his jets could give him away, but hey it was the risk that made it worth the time.
Yeah, he’s life had turned pretty pathetic since ARK. Living on the fringes of Station Square in an old factory turned dump ground certainly was a jump and kangaroo leap from what he had used to have. Oh how the mighty doth fall. But the black hedgehog, as he stretched atop the ripped and torn bean bag that served as his chair/bed, really couldn’t bring himself to care. Such things as comfortable living and wealth had never been anywhere near the top of his priorities list.
The sun balanced right atop the horizon now, the sky turning a bloody hue, and the first star appearing in the sky.
…
That wasn’t right. Shadow blinked at the star, it was far too early and the sun still far too bright for the stars to be out yet. Just one though, winking down at the world as if it had figured out the great secret to winning the race for the night sky against its other solar siblings.
Shadow made to stand from his resting place, no use looking at mystery stars, time to start heading out and see the world for lack of anything better to do. The screech that pierced his ears though, had him staggering back and into the seat again.
It echoed off the factory walls and, the fact quickly dawned on him, over the whole city. A wail that made the little prehistoric part inside him which remembered scurrying around moldy leaves for worms go “EEK!” and demand to curl up in a tight ball. When its last echo faded Shadow let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.
“The hell..” He wasn’t scared, not really, but that sound had set of alarm bells he hadn’t known existed in his head. It was primordial, the response to it pure instinct, 'run.' Though where to Shadow’s instincts were woefully unable to figure. He walked from the office that had once served as a supervisory station above the factory floor, down the metal railed stairs. Often he’d just jump the gap but the sound had subdued what excitement there had been in him.
He was at the large double front doors when the screech came again. This time it was closer. “It’s a hedgehog”, Shadow’s brain supplied unhelpfully as instinct had him standing ramrod straight in the doorway like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding bullet train. “A hedgehog that’s being de-boned alive in a vat of saltwater” he amended as the cry reached a pitch of desperation that set his teeth on end.
And then it faded into the distance. Shadow stayed under his doorway, listening and waiting. All else in the world seemed to have gone silent, there was even a minimum amount of noise from the rest of Station Square. His ears strained forward, twitching at the slightest noise. The cry came again, but this time it was quite far away.
Again and again the screech pierced the twilight. For a full fifteen minutes it went up and down Station Square, and then moved off into the countryside. Shadow wasn’t sad to hear it go. It was a horrid sound, simply because it could elicit that illogical instinctual fear out of him. He didn’t like getting scared.
He didn’t leave the factory either, not until the twilight had completely faded into dark. Somehow, when he finally set out the night felt far more dangerous and ominous then it used to.
The star that had appeared at the setting of the sun vanished as soon as the other stars began to take their place in the night sky. Not that anybody noticed on that first night.
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throoooooooooooooo
Knuckles’ eyes opened to a clear night, the quarter moon waxing above him. He blinked a couple times, as his brain was slow to produce coherent waking thought.
Throooooooooo
That sound! He sat up from his napping place on the smooth stone steps that led up to the resting place of the Master Emerald. He’d heard that sound before someplace.
Thvrooooooo
Standing up, he looked about for its source. It was definitely familiar…and mechanical. Which meant either Sonic or Eggman was coming to pay him a visit, and neither were welcome on Angel Island without a specific invite.
THVRooooooooo
Whatever it was, was getting closer fast. And there was a deeper larger rumble behind it. Knuckles’ hands pulled up into fists as he continued to search the sky, what familiarity he had with the source of the sound told him that it was airborne. If it was Eggman, Knuckles was ready for ‘em, if it was Sonic and he or his machine ended up getting punched through a couple trees…eh, well tough luck for them.
He smirked, hoping it was Sonic. It’d be nice to give him a good punch just for the sake of all the many things he’d promised in time to give him a beating for. It’d also be nice because Sonic, relatively speaking, was an ally and Knuckles would never willingly wish for any enemies to pay him a visit.
THVROOROOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He pinpointed the source of the sound, a fast moving speck of dark against the lighter blue of the night sky. The flare of jets could be seen propelling it forward.
The bottom of Knuckles’ stomach dropped out; it had a hedgehog shape…with glowing red eyes.
Not eyes, optics.
“No..” even as he voiced the denial he was running up the stairs to put himself between the mecha and its course for the Master Emerald.
Part of him really really wished it was Sonic dressed up in a mecha suit. The other part that had remembered the sound the instant he’d heard it laughed at the foolishness of the idea. Yeah they’d destroyed Metal Sonic, a couple times over.
Rebuilding the monster would explain why Eggman had been quiet for so long.
The mecha was almost to the Master Emerald, not slowing despite the fact that now Knuckles’ stood directly in its path. He raised and pulled back his fist. Looked like Eggman had skimped on the intelligence for this version, it was still heading straight forward. His fist slammed home…directly into the after image of the mecha’s face half a foot away from him.
“Oh. Chaos Control!” His brain supplied quickly. Not quick enough to defend against the kick that hit him hard in the back of the head and rocketed him away from the Master Emerald and its high seat. He hit the ground hard, snout first, and then bounced onwards flipping in the process to slam his back against a tree. “Ow…”
Not the most intelligent thing he’d ever said, but it fit the situation well enough as he fell back to the ground and onto his knees. Metal Sonic now stood where only a second before Knuckles had been, looking down upon the fallen echidna. The air was still vibrating with the deep brass of a giant machine approaching their location.
Knuckles’ didn’t have the luxury to look and see what kind of monstrous new flying thing of mass panic and devastation Eggman had come up with this time, Metal Sonic had turned away from him and was reaching for the Master Emerald.
“No you don’t!” Knuckles shouted, scrambling to his legs and leaping, one of his best ever jumps, he’d reflect later, for the mecha with an outstretched fist. The thing looked over its shoulder, just as he reached midway through his leap and vanished. He knew what would come next, but not from where, which meant that he had no way from defending against the kick that landed right at the small of his back.
Knuckles grit his teeth, but the mecha wasn’t finished yet. Its jets burned, propelling it, and Knuckles under foot, downward straight into the ground. This time the echidna did cry out, the ground underneath him cracked from the force of the impact, and he fancied for a minute that he’d heard his spine do the same.
He was pinned, looking up he saw the light of the stars and moon vanish, blocked out by a large flying machine. Eggman’s insignia was emblazoned on its side with garish glow-in-the-dark-neon yellow-green. He glared up at the mecha that held him down, laying a couple choice curses on its head. The Sonic look alike’s eyes seemed to narrow, and before Knuckles knew what was happening pain arched across his entire body.
Electricity, he’d know in hindsight, the blasted thing had run a however many volt electric current through him. He didn’t know for how long, but at some point it must have gotten tired of his twitching and screaming as it leaned down and delivered a solid punch to the back of his head.
It didn’t knock him out immediately, but he sure as heck wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. The mecha lifted its foot of him just as the giant Eggman flying thing shot what seemed to be its entire arsenal at the Master Emerald. Positioned as he was, with his head facing to the side towards the Master Emeralds dais, he could see quite clearly through a single blurry eye the missiles and lasers head for and in the next instant land a direct strike at the emerald.
He wanted to scream, in rage or panic he didn’t know, as the shots landed. Above him the mecha beeped in alarm. The explosion was deafening, raining debris and dust down upon the two figures below, but Knuckles’ didn’t dare close his eyes. Not when he could see the light of the Master Emerald shatter, scattering in a bright arc, over the trees, some embedding themselves into the bottom of the flying machine and others sailing off to nowhere across the trees.
The emerald was shattered. Shock dragged him down, out of reality into unconsciousness, toward guild ridden dreams. He’d failed, the Master Emerald was broken…he couldn’t lose now. He tried to wake himself. He had to get these bastards back, had to punch a hole through Eggman’s gut, had to rip Metal Sonics head straight off its metallic shoulders.
Blackness claimed the corners of his sight as the rest of reality seemed to focus on a pin point of tunnel vision straight ahead. He fancied he could hear yelling, angry yelling at that. As the final wisps of consciousness left him it was with the sound of a long horrid wailing screech, which was quickly joined by another even more bestial one.
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It had been a little over a month since the wailing had started. Every dusk and dawn it come. Running up and down Station Square, frightening all the citizens. A sound of horrid torture and pain…and nobody ever saw what made it.
Shadow had stopped wandering at night. Every rustle and twitch of movement had him grasping for his Chaos Emerald, and reaching for that power inside. Worst of all, for whatever reason, the Chaos Emerald was no longer reliable. His mind flashed back to when a guard dog had startled him and he’d attempted to Chaos Control out of the immediate area.
He’d ended up fifty feet in the air…above the ocean. Definitely NOT where he had been wanting to go. Since that time the Emerald had become increasingly more erratic. Sometimes shooting of sparks of chaos energy like it was some odd malfunctioning appliance and other times dimming to such a dark green that it looked like a painted rock.
Shadow didn’t trust his life on the Emerald anymore. Next time, for all he knew, it might drop him over a meat grinder.
Admittedly, ever since the shrieking had started, his mind had taken a distinctive turn toward the macabre. Only something horrid could make a hedgehog scream like that, right? Of course, that was another contingency point he had with himself. How did he know it was a hedgehog, for all anyone could identify the sound it could be a rusty tire (which a lot of ‘science’ people had suggested on the radio) that is, something completely not alive. No, Shadow didn’t know it was a hedgehog, but that’s what his instincts told him. He tended to trust those instincts. He'd learned, during the course of the ARK incidents, that those instincts often knew best.
He didn’t sleep much anymore either. The wailing had brought on fresh dreams of Maria and the events that happened on ARK. He’d end up waking, ready to pull his spines out in frustration from not being able to do anything, back then and now.
Right now, in fact, Shadow observed from the top of his factory the rebuilding and cleaning of Station Square. It was taking doubly as long as usual. Nobody wanted to be out and about at night. Whenever the wailing started all else would be dropped until the sound finished its routine the next morning. Shadow thought it was ridiculous, as if the sun could scare away whatever was making the noise, though he himself was also staying put at night.
But he was more scared of what would make somebody scream like that, then the one doing the screaming.
As for the rebuilding. A fifty foot tidal wave had flooded station square only two days after the wailing had started. It was kind of interesting, he mused, that everything was now timed for how long it’d been since the twilight noises beginning.
Of course the tidal wave had the kind courtesy of coming in just when Shadow was pulling himself to shore after his failed Chaos Control. It was a good thing he was a very fast hedgehog, the idea of revisiting the salty brine, and this time getting beaten around Station Square by the water, hadn’t sat well with him.
There was no loss of life to the wave. Somehow the government had known very far in advance that it was coming, and had evacuated the endangered areas. The cause? It seemed Angel Island had fallen into the sea, the wave had taken only five hours to reach the mainland from there. The evacuation had started seven hours before the wave reached land.
Nobody else seemed to notice how the math was off on that part.
A dark rumble drew his gaze from the town up to the sky where gray and angry clouds were moving in from the ocean. Hurricane Lati, the radio had said it was called. Shadow just snickered. When it rained it sure poured. He could just HEAR the JOY of the Station Square residents at the prospect of MORE water. Yay.
Well he had no room to talk, he’d had to move his stuff to a first floor office on the inside of the building cause his preferred hide-away hole happened to have very big and very glassless windows.
The leading edge of the clouds was colored a bloody red as the sun sank towards the horizon. The first star flashed in the sky. Shadow stood from his seat and was closing the trapdoor up to the roof just as the first wail rose over the city.
The star. There had been plenty of talk about that on the radio too. Yes Shadow liked his radio, it kept him in touch with the rest of the world. It hadn’t taken long for people to draw a correlation between ‘the screecher,’ as the waling had been dubbed, with the odd star that came out before all the others and vanished as soon as the true first start, appeared in the sky.
The first clue was the fact that the same day the star became first visible in the sky the wailing had started. Another point was that the wailing lasted only as long as the star was visible, and as soon as it vanished so did the sound.
Of course, everybody with even a 10 cent telescope had trained their eyes on the star once the word began to spread. Turns out it was not a star at all. Instead it was a moon/planet (debate was still up on that one) who’s very wide orbit was leading it towards Mobius. What amazed everybody was the speed at which the object was moving. Faster then even a comet, it was practically the ‘Sonic’ of space.
It would join Mobius in its orbit around the sun in a month, circle the sun a couple times in the next two, then join the moon in orbit around Mobius for three, before the process would be repeated in reverse and it would float off into space again.
Cue to the doomsayers and apocalypse prophets. Shadow hadn’t even touched his precious radio in the last couple days because of their rantings. HE had almost destroyed the world and somehow he couldn’t see how a space rock whose course scientists had already plotted could do any better then he did.
In the future he would note to himself that he should NOT tempt fate.
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Published: February 5, 2007
Last Updated: December 13, 2007
Author's Notes: The History Mobius
The written, or at least partially known, history of Mobius is divided into four Eras. Of the First Era little is known, not even how long it lasted, though popular theory and belief has it as the second longest. The only things that remain are a few scattered records of a great disaster and the weeping remains of what must have once been a great civilization on par or surpassing the one of today.
The Second Era was the shortest of all. Marked by one long and bloody war. As of two hundred years ago, the Fourth Era has surpassed it in length.
The Third Era came as a repercussion of the war of the Second. Lasting the longest it was a purgatory of the dark ages.
The Fourth Era begins with the great renaissance, and encompasses the present times.
Prologue: Glimpse of a Flashback | Chapter 2: Dreams of Disaster