{Sonic} A Medieval Story

Renegade Rupture

~Midnight~ (Scourge's hut)

The girls burst into Scourge's hut out of breath and singed. "Oh, bloody hell!" A topless Scourge shouts, pulling away from a half-naked Rosy. Rosy gasps, "By the Gods, are you guys okay?!" Scourge frowns, scanning the girls, "Never a moment of peace with you ladies, is there? Rosy, you know what to do." Rosy nods, quickly putting on Scourge's shirt.

The girls trudge their way to Scourge's table, plopped down in the chairs, and then put their heads down on the table. He slowly placed four mugs on the table in front of each girl, staring at each of them as he did. Cuts and bruises were quite visible on their bodies, as well as their torn clothes. 

He chuckles, "You ladies look like shit. Though I have just the thing for your troubles." He pours ale into the mugs while Rosy comes in rubbing Rouge's arm with a plant, "I know it's not what you're used to after living in that castle and all. However, I find nothing works better than; rubbing aloe on those burns and drinking your troubles away." 

Scourge sits down in front of them and pours himself a drink. He takes a sip and then watches Rosy rub the aloe plant on the girls. Once she was finished, he pulled her into his lap and then smirked at the girls. Their heads were still on the table, and they hadn't said a word.

Scourge takes another sip, then sighs, "So, what happened?" They slowly lift their heads, looking sullen and still silent. Scourge smiles at Rosy, "It's so precious when they pretend they can't hear me." Rosy pouts, "My love, I think something bad happened to them." He playfully pouts back and wiggles her pushed-out lip, "Well, that's something for them to tell me now, isn't it?"

He dramatically places a hand over his face, "Ah, it seems I have to ask again. Perhaps, I wasn't loud enough. Luckily for me, my partner over there has a powerful voice. Mystique, sir, if you please." 

Mystique, who was sitting in his nest in the corner, squawks in response to Scourge. He began flapping his wings and screeching loudly. The girls covered their ears as he continued to screech. Scourge smiles at their responses and then orders Mystique to stop, "Now, I'm sure that got your attention. I feel this is my time to shine." He clears his throat, then opens his mouth.

"The king is dead...and the Broncos kingdom was chasing us..." Amy says before Scourge says anything. Scourge yelps as he accidentally bites his tongue. Rosy's eyes widened, "Dead?!" Scourge frowns, then stares at Rosy in disbelief, "Did she just cut me off?" "Scourge, did you hear what she said?!" He dramatically scoffs, "Did you just call me 'Scourge'?!" He glares at her as she pouts. Scourge groans, "Fine,"

He turns to Amy with a falsely sympathetic expression, "I am so sorry to hear that. How did the king die, Amy?" Amy grew a saddened expression, "I...I killed him." Scourge's expression shifted into a serious one, "Really? Well, congratulations! Shall we celebrate then?"

Rouge slams her hands on the table, "No...we can not celebrate. The king is dead, and now everyone knows we are the renegades. We not only have the biggest targets on our heads in Mobius, but now, the entire faction will be after us because of the king's death. And for what? A stupid crown we didn't even get?!"