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Last of a Dying Breed	By : ninjafeet Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 1879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Last of a Dying Breed
- 2-Chapter 1
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Prologue.

Bitter
cold rain fell in heavy sheets from a sky that seemed to curse the ground
below. Angel Island floated in the midst of the
torrent that rivaled the wrath of the gods themselves. Even though lightning
crashed all around within the swirling maelstrom illuminating all with a
sickeningly evil glow, for one, blackness was all that could be seen.

A
stream of crimson washed over his face from the sockets of his now useless
eyes. Having lost his ability of sight only mere moments before, the warrior
lifted himself from the damp mud and tried to balance on one broken leg. Jolts
of pain racked from the appendage as the serrated bone fragments jutted out in
ugly disfigurement from where his left knee should be. Lifting his left arm,
the warrior placed his gloved hand on his right shoulder. With a sickening
crack that rivaled the sudden clap of thunder that followed, he re-joined his
dislocated shoulder back into the already bruised socket. After hissing out a
silent oath to whatever gods might listen to his last plea, the warrior sprung.
Lifting a white gloved hand high above his head, the warrior brought his
clenched fist down in hopes of an impact. After striking nothing but the damp
earth below, a new and horrible pain racked his already weakened body. Slumping
forward, he would have collapsed on the rain battered ground except for the
metal rod that was now protruding from his chest, that being the only thing
propping his limp body of the ground in a broken kneel. Blood sputtered from
his mouth as he tried in vain at moving any of his sore and spent muscles.
Without even the strength to lift his head, the warrior finally came to grips
with his own mortality. He had failed in his life long duty. Not only had he
failed in his responsibility, but he had failed to keep the promise he had made
to the one he held dearest to him; the one who had shown him a world beyond his
cold, morbid existence; the one who taught him how to truly live. His greatest
regret that he felt as his breaths slowly began to shallow and his heartbeat
was neigh more than a faint whisper was that he would never be able to tell his
beloved his true feelings.

And
on that night where the sky darkened an unholy black and the air around hung
heavy with the relentless pounding of the bitter cold rain, the life of the
crimson guardian known as Knuckles the Echidna, the last of a dying breed, was
extinguished forever.

A
great congregation of friends and former foes alike all stood outside in the
bitter cold as the body of a great warrior was committed to the ground. The
words of the priest fell upon deaf ears as all who attended were still fighting
to come to terms with the loss of a dear friend. Many owed the hero their
lives, and some owed him even more than that. For one individual, the debt owed
him was more than what could be paid in several lifetimes yet he had given his
own life to spare hers. It was in that singular act that Rouge the Bat knew
that she was truly in love with that man. Now, however, she is only in love
with a memory and that tore at her insides worse than anyone there could
understand. The blue hedgehog tried to comfort her when he mustered enough
courage to inform her of his close friend�s fate, but grief and pain made her
numb to his attempts. The only thing she could do was stare emptily at the dark
pine box as it slowly made its final decent.

The
blue hedgehog in question was almost as mortified as the bat was. It was he,
after all, who first found the body of Knuckles still skewered to the ground
with head hung low and blood slowly dripping from his eyes nose and mouth, his
body cold and lifeless. One may never see an instance like this ever again, but
Sonic the Hedgehog broke down into hot, swift tears. His eyes stung as he
cradled the head of his former friend and companion in his hands. Disbelief
showed on his pain stricken features as he lifted his head up into the chilling
rain and cursed the heavens themselves. He stood in the graveyard wearing a
black tuxedo looking blankly at the flower arrangement that sat atop his
casket. A sobbing Amy Rose clung to his side as he made a weak attempt to hold
her when he himself wanted to be held.

There
were many others who had attended Knuckles� funeral. All of which remembered
him to be as courageous as he was strong and loving. He was always truthful to
himself and never backed down, and the world will never be the same without
him. Even the lone hedgehog that at first showed no interest at all in the
death of the noble warrior stood solemnly behind an old dying tree and allowed
a single tear to roll down his ebony quilled face. None would be able to see
said tear because as soon as it had freed itself from his stone cold eye, the
sky opened up with an all too familiar biting cold rain�

Author�s
Note: I know it has been a loooooong time since any one�s heard from me and I�d
like to be the first to say, yes. I am dead. I�m just in zombie form at the
moment. See, I got my grubby hands on the Necronomicon a few years back and�.. Never
mind, that�s beside the point. Anyway, this idea has been stirring around in my
head for quite some time now and I�ve only recently been able to bleed it out
on paper. Now this is just an experiment and I still don�t fully know where I
want to go with this one, but I just have to get it out of my system before I
can finish my other work. I have my fingers crossed that I won�t write myself
into a corner, because that would just suck huh? Anyway, now that I�ve got that
off my chest, I can begin writing chapter 2.
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