Shooting Star (A Sonic Movie Fanfic: Book 1 of the Real World Chronicles)

Ch. 2: An Almost Carefree Life

Ten years had passed since that fateful day.

Sheriff Tom Wachowski sat in his police car off of the highway, Route 9. He impatiently waited, radar gun in hand, to catch any passing cars going above the speed limit.

But there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Come on, one car?" He pleaded.

Tom shook his hand a little to relax from holding the radar gun. He then sped his meter gun from side to side, pretending he was catching passing speeders. He accidentally hit himself with the radar gun, but he let that one pass...

Not too long later...

"I'm bored!" Tom flatly exclaimed to himself.

"Tom, do you read me? Are you there? " A scratchy voice called. Tom immediately picked up the microphone on the police radio.

"No, Wade," he replied jokingly. "I'm actually on a yacht in Barbados." He paused for a slight moment before adding, "With Rihanna."

Wade, at the police station, took it as quite a surprise. "Oh my gosh." He chuckled as he cleared his throat. "That's amazing. Please send pics."

"No, Wade," Tom said, truthfully this time. "I'm at the speed trap."

"Already?" Wade asked incredulously. "How did you get back so fast? Barbados is in the ocean!" Clearly, Tom's partner was not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Tom then noticed something out on the road.

"Hang on, I think I got something," he put a pause button in their conversation.

He took his radar gun and aimed it at the road. The target speed read 001 MPH. Tom squinted his eyes at the target; it was only a turtle.

Tom leaned out the window and yelled, "Hey, buddy! Where's the fire? Got kids living around here!" The turtle, with the pace that it was going, didn't take much notice and continued its time-consuming drag across the blacktop.

Tom pulled his head back in, smiling. "I thought it was kinda funny, I'm sorry," he apologized out loud. But he knew the turtle couldn't hear him.

He barely took his sunglasses off just as a force of wind came passing by, triggering the radar gun.

It read 296 MPH.

"What?" Said a confused Tom. He pulled the radar gun out of the rest seat to check it. His eyes peeled the road, thinking his eyes were deceiving himself. There was nothing.

The sheriff didn't even notice a blue figure peering at him from the back of his car upside-down before disappearing.

The force of wind returned form the opposite direction, triggering the radar gun again. Tom looked at the reading with big eyes: 300 MPH.

'Must be broken,' he thought, hitting the side of the radar gun hoping to get it working again.

The blue figure returned behind the car, peering at the new reading. He had a wide grin and pumped his fist in the air, as if he were saying, 'Yes! New record! ', to himself, before dashing off.

Still confused, Tom left the car in search for any clues that there was a passerby. All there was was tall grass along the road, blown all the way down.

Then he saw a faint blue.

He knelt down and picked up what seemed to be a long, electric blue quill. Wait. Blue? That can't be possible. As he inspected it, his thinking was interrupted —