Lost potential: A Weapon's Lament

Lost potential: A Weapon's Lament

  • WpView
    Reads 25
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing43m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 21, 2024
Refusing another task once again only to be dragged back from the dirt, things can't seem to get much worse from here right? I already knew it was going to be a cold night in the lab again.... caged like a dog only company was a glass tank on a table where lab rats were kept, they weren't like me though constantly exploring the large glass tank or even fighting with each other.... I still remember when I had been brought into the facility... Just a weapon was all I was to these humans and that seems to be all they desire from me.. No guidance like my creator intended no cure either just an experiment and a weapon was all I am now.... I had nothing left to fight for.... This story dwells into the past of Shadow the hedgehog from ark to time with GUN before the fifty years being in stasis during his isolation, it'll also go into future as well.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Hidden Treasure (Sonadow)
  • ShadAmy: Return To Darkness
  • Blood to Blood (Sonic Fanfic)
  • Sonic Otherworlds
  • The Light In The Dark
  • Wrecked Experiment
  • Bound by Chaos AU
  • 50 Years Ago (Live and Learn)

Once the cat was done cleaning up, he looked to the woman for what to do. "Mrs. Aleena, I have finished." He said, piling all the disposable items he collected into the trash. "Good," Aleena said, wiping away what little sweat had formed on her forehead. "Now, put your hands up." She growled, swiftly pulling out a barrel gun from behind her back; she pointed straight at the cat's forehead. The cat froze and looked at her confused. "Wha-" She didn't let him finish before she pulled the trigger. A momentous shockwave sounded from the gun; blood splattering everywhere opposite of the woman and her child. Baby Maurice wailed at the blast's pressure on his eardrums. "Wahhh!" He cried into his mother's chest. She looked down at her baby, a frown wavering between her lips. "I'm sorry, Maurice, but this is all necessary." She repeated this, more for her own condolences. "I'm sorry, Maurice.." She swiftly returned the blaster behind her shirt and went to stroke her child's quills back; each stroke made Maurice more sleepy until he eventually passed out into another intoxicated sleep. "Good boy . ." Aleena softly whispered into his ears. "Good . . boy . ." __________________________ ↪ Warnings ↩ Read at your own risk (RAYOR); contains, mature themes, child-napping (not sleeping), blood, graphic scenes of all sorts (not just gore), stimulants, drugs, hallucinogens, dope, junk, gear, guns (blasters, etc.), head slicing, foul language, minimalist expectation out of people (idk, it ticks off some people), furries, animals, slurs, cuss words, ravaging of dead bodies, cannibalism, heart breaking scenes, and more.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines