I still believe

Chapter 11

Chapter 11—Wolves at the Door

When peace like a river

Attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot

Thou hast taught me to say,

"It is well, it is well with my soul!"

-It is Well with my Soul, Horatio G. Spafford

Rescue me from my enemies, O God. Protect me from those who have come to destroy me.—Psalms 59:1

Malicious witnesses testify against me. They accuse me of crimes I know nothing about.—Psalms 35:11

Scourge the Hedgehog was not pleased with his first assignment.

I mean, come on! He was the second-fastest thing alive—the fastest, after Lucifer lived up to his promise and gave him the power to kill Sonic—and all that pompous dragon can think for him to do is to sneak around slowly on some Chaos-forsaken island looking for some twit who spends his time guarding a big rock?

And why is he looking for said twit? Because for some reason, that dragon thinks he's one of Sonic's weak points. That in itself was insulting; that some loser on an island who—according to Mephiles—has never even MET Sonic is a bigger threat to him than Scourge the Hedgehog!

If he wasn't sure that Lucifer could give him what he wanted, Scourge would have told him where he could shove this job and walked away.

The hedgehog growled deep within his chest as he pushed away thick undergrowth in an attempt to pass. Somehow he lost his grip on the branches; they snapped back and hit him across the face so hard he literally fell on his back, where he just laid for awhile, waiting for the ability to draw in a big enough breath so he could just cuss out the universe for awhile.

Finally, the hedgehog managed to sit up and touch his throbbing cheek. He felt something wet and withdrew his hand, looking at it crossly. Red.

Great. With his luck, that was gonna scar.

Muttering some unwholesome things beneath his breath, Scourge angrily stood and stomped further into the thicket, completely unaware of the two deep purple eyes that watched his every move.

Sonic was totally psyched. Thanks to his victory message, 15 people had decided to become King's Citizens. That, was beyond cool.

But now it was over and he was once again back at that training ground, standing at that stupid wall and wondering if today, perhaps, it would show him mercy and allow him to scale it and not feel half-dead afterwards.

Thirty minutes later, as his arms burned and his hands swelled while he desperately tried to free his leg from where it had somehow become so entangled in the rope it could no longer be seen, preventing him from moving forward or backwards, Sonic realized it was just not to be.