Sonadow: The Rich Master And The Werehog Slave (SLOW UPDATES)

=Chapter 4=

(I'll tell u when to play the song and the lyrics below r changed or missing some on purpose for the story)
-Sonic's P.O.V.- *Sat*

I've have the whole house to myself again because master went to pick up his friends for the meet up we have at 12.

Cleaning.

That's all i did. Well kinda. I cooked for master, cleaned for master, sung for master before he left, and more. Though, cleaning while master's not home had it's benefits. For example, I never got to search through master's stuff until now. I know it's bad but I'm curious. That's one thing my family loved about me, how I always looked for trouble.

I giggled to myself as I let out a tear, wishing everything went back to the way it was. Me being a troublesome goofball, my sister being a funny asshole, my mom being a loving woman, and my dad being a selfless hero. The day i was taken away playing through my mind...

~Flashback~

Explosions.

Screams.

Fire.

All these things are what I saw, heard, and was scared of. I was running along with my family to the house. My 12 year-old sister, Symphony, and my 40 year-old dad, Jules, were our 'protectors' as Symph would call them, if the family. Both excellent fighters and are both nothing but selfless hedgehogs. While i, a 9 year-old hedgehog and my 40 year-old mother were in no state to fight.

"SONIC, GET BACK IN THE HOUSE!" Symphony yelled, her sword drawn and my father with his gun, aiming for attackers outside our house.

"But I want to help!" I protested like the stupid child I was.

"If u want to help, than stay inside!"

"But mom needs you, I want to take over while you help her!"

"Wut does she need help with!?"

"There's an attacker we locked in the basement! Mom's hurt!"

"Mom..." "Bernadette..." both my sister and dad said.

"Dad, take care of them will you? I need to help mom!" Symph said, handing him bullets and some guns

"Okay, go!" Dad ordered.

Symphony ran towards me, picked me up quickly and ran inside. She set me down on the couch. "Whatever you do, don't go in the basement. Give mom this," she said and gave me a small black bag of sometype of powder, "it should heal her. If it doesn't, then call for me, okay?" She asked. I nodded and gave her a determined smile. She chuckled and rustled the quills on my head. She laughed softly and ran off to the basement while i ran upstairs to mom.

Once I got to mom I told her what Symph told me. She nodded and opened her sweater, revealing a bullet wound. She took the yellowish tan powder on two fingers and gently rubbed it on the wound, hissing in pain. I looked at her with worry, but got a reassuring smile as a response. I smiled, when suddenly I heard the front door bust open. We heard quick footsteps and Dad and Symph barged in. Dad grabbed mom and Symph grabbed me and carried us bridal style. Dad said something about 'them looking for Sonic' and I immediately cried, Symph hugged me tightly as I cried into her chest.

Smoke.

I smelled smoke coming from the front and I told the others. The wall collapsed onto the grass outside, fire still on the chunks of wood. Symph held me to her chest and covered me with her arms, head, and chest. Next thing i knew, mom and dad had the same position and we jumped out the opening.