Celestial-Altered Souls { A Sonic fanfic }

Chapter four. Heavy Ache

The shining agate and amethyst within her fingerless leathered gloves remained their shiny touch. Wiktoria could feel herself pained and wistful, even too deep at the centre of her heart. She refuses to let out a soft whimper or a small cry.

It became clear to her now. It was a cloudy afternoon where she finished her training, Doctor Abyss handed his necklace over to Wiktoria before the events of being attacked. He gave her his amethyst necklace, bringing in sudden news, wanting to release her back to her biological guardian and have a normal life on Mobius. Once she finishes the remaining courses within that time matter.

she remembered how despondent and doleful his tone was, knowing someone for a long time, and suddenly you have to let go, because it wasn't meant to be. A tear streams down on her fluffed cheeks.

she quickly wipes the tear away and inhaled. Refusing to cry even in the slightest. She looks back at the window and noticed the sun rising, possibly morning. Her ears lift up, trying to hear any muffled voices or any noise.

" they're alseep...perhaps it is early after all". She looks at a certain clock, she's correct. She had a inability to fall back asleep, so that's no longer an option. Even during her slumber, her energy levels were back to normal thankfully.

She sighed and looked around the room, looking at the end of the hall as she pushes herself away from the couch. She felt her arm cramp and her waist ache, proving to be the devils couch. should've took in more precaution about the subject if only her head didn't cause any more disruptive migraines.

I should just Head to the workshop, no harm can be done if I'm quiet. She inhaled once more, as a ineffective wave beneath her sneakers expanded with a slight faded boom.

She pulls out a pistol With two strands of blue light on the grip panel. She looks inside the magazine and placed in a mist ball ( a reload material ).She points it up to the ceiling and pulls the trigger, as clouds of foggy pastel mist surrounds the room.

the mist faded away in a short matter, revealing no evidence of leftover particles. Wiktoria's right ear lifts up, seeking any footsteps or grumbled voices, but nothing responses. " Definitely soundproof now, I should look into the Fox's computer system to look over those scans, there should be a cause on my memory loss " She puts the pistol back underneath her Jean shorts, as it absorbs through her body, hiding in plain sight.

she enters the workshop, as she passed by categorized booths that consisted of inventions, weapons, mechanical projects, and much to describe. She looks upon the familiar desk and quickly took place on the seat in front of her.

" I can do this. just focus and not implode". She reminds herself, as she closes her eyes, placing her right hand onto the console. A flow of energy passes through, and concentrated in her wanted command.

The console turns on as it's virtual screen pops up, revealing her ruby eyes as she sees coding in access to the desktop. It finishes coding and reveals the similar documents and applications. She examines each document icon and noticed the title " Body analysis of certain chemicals: Subject 066801".

Her ID number was rather...memorable. But she couldn't waste any more time. She takes hold of the mouse and clicked onto the selected document.

it revealed a functional imaging model on the right, revealing her numerous injections and acquired information being noted at the bottom tab. She looked over to categories, and quickly found her " recent chemical dosage " application.

another tab opens up, revealing described details and history of her updated appointments." Okay, it's already been five weeks so...there has to be some evidence to my sudden memory loss". She mutters. She took a brief moment to think and took her full attention on the data log.