CHAPTER ONE

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A figure sits on his knees, the cold floor scraping against the sensitive skin underneath his fur. His hands are embedded deeply within his green quills, pulling them so hard that a few are beginning to tear out of his head. His pelt is soaked in so much blood that it obscures the green colour of his vibrant fur.

The putrid odour of blood enters his nostrils, compelling his body to tremble uncontrollably. He can’t determine if the smell is emanating from him - from the gaping wound on his back that is still bleeding, or from the torn flesh on his biceps... or if it is emanating from the cadavers surrounding him...

To be frank, he doesn’t care about the source.  No. The only thing he is solely focusing on right now is the sounds of limbs being ripped off of bone and flesh being loudly chewed on.

A large pile of his own vomit lays besides his frail body, soaking the fur on his left knee while his right one was placed in a small puddle of fresh warm blood.

He grits his sharp, white teeth and clenches his icy blue eyes tightly as tears stream down his cheeks. Loud sobs escape his lips as the sound of gagging continues to meet his ears.

“S...Scou...Scourge...” The green hedgehog releases another wail of despair, knowing perfectly who is calling him, regardless of his eyes being clenched shut.

The emerald male slowly forces his eyes open, putting an enormous amount of effort to do so. As much as he wants to keep them shut, to avoid witnessing the carnage around him once again, he can't help but glance down to what remains of his girlfriend.

The vixen gazes up at him while lying on the ground, only a meter away from her loved one. One of her blue eyes drools down her pale face, as her mouth is filled with a significant amount of blood, slowly suffocating her.

Scourge gazes down at her, his tears falling onto the pile of vomit and blood beneath him as his throat releases a series of anguished whines. The fox looks at him with a desperate expression, hoping to be rescued. However the hedgehog knows that there was nothing he could do to save her...

“Sc...Scourge... Help...m-me...” the red furred female weakly extends a hand towards her boyfriend, giving one last effort to try and reach him.

Scourge slowly lets go of his quills and with one shaky hand he reaches out towards her. The tip of their fingers are just about to meet when a figure suddenly appears beside the terrified fox.

Scourges eyes widen, his voice letting out a blood curdling scream once the figure slams his claws in the fox's throat, before ripping her head off of her neck in one swift motion.

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MANY WEEKS LATER...

“Dude! That's messed up!” Sonic's eyes remain wide as he stares at his echidna companion in disbelief. The crimson male downs his sixth beer before he forcefully slams the now empty bottle on the table.

“BOOM! Six beers in three minutes. That was a piece of cake. Pay up Sonic.” The stunned hedgehog groans in annoyance before taking his wallet out of his quills. He opens it up and takes out five rings before sliding them over towards the other male.

“Bro, how on earth are you not throwing up right now?!”

Knuckles laughs before collecting the rings off of the wooden table. “Well, what can I say? I guess i'm-”

“Sonic!” The cobalt hedgehog jumps in his seat from the unexpected loud voice.

Sonic, can you hear me?” The quilled hero presses a button on his communicator, before he brings it up to his mouth.

“Yes I can hear you. Is everything alright buddy?”

Is Knuckles with you?

 “Yeah, he's right here, he can hear you.” The echidna nods his head before slanting in closer, the blasting music in the club making it a bit arduous to hear.

Dozens of people cram the large area, some dancing, some just sitting at a table drinking, and some being so tipsy that they are making out with their mates or individuals who they don’t even know.

 A sigh is heard from the other side of the communicator before the two tailed youngster goes silent. The atmosphere in the club suddenly becomes gloomy, the echidna and hedgehog momentarily shivering as a result of this.  

“Tails? What happened pal?” Sonic asks, now genuinely getting perturbed about the other’s quietude.

“...It's the Destructix...” Sonic and knuckles make eye contact upon hearing this name, both of them frowning. It had been two months since they had last heard anything about this group of miscreants. They had looted a large quantity of jewellery from a store before they had vanished from the face of the planet.

They had never remained so quiet and inconspicuous for such an extended period of time. Consequently, team Sonic had began to worry that they might be plotting something dangerous. Sonic, however, felt somewhat reassured upon learning that the villains had been seen. Yet, he also felt uneasy due to his brother's peculiar behaviour.

'Chaos, what are they up to now?' he thinks nervously.

“I'm currently in front of their hideout. You and Knuckles need to come here as quickly as possibly. I'll send you the coordinates.”

 “We'll be there as fast as we can. What did they do this time?” Sonic got up from his table, and Knuckles follows suit, but not before leaving a few rings on the table to cover the cost of the six drinks he had consumed.

I'll tell y-you guys once you get here.”

Sonic raises a brow. 'Did he just stutter?' Knuckles' eyes narrow. Something wasn't right. By the way the fox was conversing, he sounded anguished, an emotion which neither of the two heroes had seen too often from the young one.

“Tails. You're getting me worried. They didn't hurt you did they?” A loud shaky breath is suddenly heard from the other side of the communicator. This makes Sonic stop dead in his tracks. His body tenses, afraid of what the fox would enunciate next.

“...Tails-”

T-They're dead Sonic.” Violet and emerald eyes go wide.

“W-what.” The surprised hedgehog stutters, unable to accept the words he just heard. He and the red one fix their gaze on the communicator, feeling a chill run through their veins at the unexpected final words.

“.. They're all dead Sonic... All of them...”

 

 

 

 

 

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