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Chapter
Three - Edge of the Blade
Ten
years after the Coup�
The
ringing sound of guitar chords echoed off the walls of the small house as Sonic
the Hedgehog strummed out his favourite tune. Though it was old and battered,
scarcely able to hold it's tuning for more than an hour and much afflicted with
fret rattle, it was his very own guitar, salvaged from the scrap yard he lived
next to and restored as carefully as eleven-year-old hands could manage. The
sound it produced from the similarly-salvaged amplifier was muddy and somewhat
distorted, but good enough to use to practice with.
"Sonic?"
His 'Uncle' Chuck called, walking into the room.
"In� here, Unc,"
Sonic called back. Though they were both hedgehogs, Chuck wasn't his real
uncle, but a friend of his foster parents they had met through the Freedom
Fighters. Calling him uncle was a convenient thing to tell any nosey teachers
or other authority figures as well as having the added bonus of making Sonic
feel like he still had something resembling a family.
"Still
practicing there, sonny boy?" Chuck asked with an affectionate smile.
"Sure
am, Unc," Sonic replied, "'Cos I'm gonna be
a famous rock star someday!"
"Well,
if you can manage to sound good on that old thing, you can sound good on
anything," The older hedgehog chuckled.
Sonic
laughed at his Uncle's teasing, "So Unc, what's up?"
Chuck's
mood sobered, "I'm going to have some of my colleagues over in an hour or
so, Sonny," He said.
Sonic's
ears pricked forward, "Freedom Fighters?" He asked eagerly,
"What are you planning?"
"Sonic�"
Chuck said warningly, "You're not old enough to join the Freedom Fighters
yet,"
Sonic
rolled his eyes, "So you keep sayin', Unc. But I wanna fight Ro-butt-nik! You've
let me go out on missions before!"
Chuck
pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, "I've let you
help out on simple scouting missions, when your speed means you're unlikely to
get caught. You're only eleven years old, Sonic,"
"Nearly
twelve," Sonic corrected sullenly.
Chuck
sighed and reached over to rest his hands on Sonic's shoulders, "I just
don't want you getting hurt, okay?" Chuck's dark eyes held Sonic's gaze,
"Someday you will join the Freedom Fighters, when you're old enough. But
you have to understand that it is dangerous. We're risking our lives all the
time, every day, I just want to keep you safe as long
as possible, do you understand?"
Sonic's
shoulders drooped, the sullen pout vanishing from his expression, "Yeah,
Unc, I getcha,"
Chuck
patted him gently, "Good. Then you head out and play for awhile, hm? I'll
call you back inside when we're done."
"Okay,
Unc," Sonic said softly. He carefully put his guitar away and headed
towards the door.
"Oh,
Sonic?"
His uncle called when he reached the door.
"Yeah?"
"Try
to avoid attracting too much attention, huh?"
Sonic
sighed. 'Not attracting attention' translated as 'Don't use your speed', which
meant this would be even more boring than he expected, "All right,
Unc," He replied with a groan as he slipped out the door.
Sonic
wandered through the scrap yard, kicking irritably at the bits of debris that
got in his way. �Now that the initial
rush of sympathy for his Uncle's point of view had worn off, resentment had
quickly rushed in to fill its place. Robotnik and his forces had taken away his
family, polluted the skies and water, turned half the population into mindless
robotic slaves and forced him to live in hiding, forever careful about what he
said and did lest he accidentally reveal Chuck's connection to the Freedom
Fighters.
It was a
lonely way to exist, sometimes. Though he was fairly popular at the small
school he attended, thanks to his cheerful personality and accepting nature as
well as his considerable skill at sports, he was never allowed to invite any of
his friends over, and forbidden from trying out for the school sports teams in
case his most remarkable gift - his super-speed - slipped out of his control
and got him noticed. Attracting too much attention was never an option.
"Stupid
Robotnik," He muttered, kicking at a rusty can that rolled across his
path, "I should be allowed to fight! I got more reason than almost
anybody. It ain't like those stupid slo-mo bots could catch me�so why won't
Uncle Chuck let me fight?"
"Would
you like me to tell you the answer?" A low tenor voice rang through the
air from above him. Sonic looked up sharply, dropping clumsily into a fighting
crouch. There was a brief dark flicker in his peripheral vision. He turned
quickly and saw a dark-cloaked figure perched on top of a wrecked bus,
silhouetted by the deep orange glow of the afternoon sun.
Sonic
shielded his eyes and tried to make out more details, unable to figure out even
the species under that heavy cloak and hood, "Who are you?" he
demanded.
The dark
figure ignored the question, "You can't fight because you're clumsy,
uncoordinated and completely unable to defend yourself. You're weak." The
words were spoken flatly, but Sonic head something that sounded suspiciously
like disappointment in the tone.
"Shut
up!" Sonic snarled, hands curling into fists. His legs bent in preparation
for a jump, ready to get to this arrogant asshole that was insulting him and
beat him bloody.
The
stranger saved him the trouble, though, as with a flare of his cloak he jumped
down from the bus to land next to Sonic. Without stopping to think, Sonic
charged, completely forgetting his Uncle's injunction against using his speed,
wanting nothing more than to spindash this guy into
the dirt.
The
cloaked figure simply stood there, feet firmly planted on the dusty ground,
apparently completely unafraid of Sonic's reckless charge. At the last possible
second, he moved; stepping neatly to one side, catching Sonic's ankle with his
foot and sending the blue hedgehog sprawling face-first into the ground.
With a
growl, Sonic began to roll to his feet to try again, but a flash of bright
light flared in his eyes for a second, distracting him. When he regained his
footing, he realised that the other figure had settled into a, obvious and
classic fighting stance, with a shining sword grasped firmly in one
white-gloved hand. Sonic stopped abruptly, the belligerence draining out of him
as he realised how outclassed he was.
"If
you're ready to listen," That strangely compelling tenor voice spoke
again, totally unfazed by Sonic's desperate - and totally failed - attack,
"I can correct it for you. Teach you, make you worthy to be a Freedom
Fighter, if that's what you want,"
"Who
the hell are you, anyway?" Sonic asked, rubbing at his sore nose.
"No
one of consequence," The figure replied, "But if you accept, I'll be
your teacher. I never go easy on my students and you may grow to hate me, but I
will give you what you need to take on Robotnik," The last was spat out
with a not inconsiderable amount of venom.
"You're
gonna teach me how to fight?" Sonic asked, baffled, "I don't even
know you! You could be anybody - hell, you could be working for 'ole Buttnik
for all I know!"
The dark
stranger snorted in contempt, "I'd rather drown myself than work for that
traitorous glob of lard - and if I really wanted to, I could have killed you
five times over by now." The stranger looked over the scrapyard briefly,
finding a slender metal bar, he reached out with one
foot and casually flicked it into the air and caught it in his right hand
before handing it over to Sonic. Sonic gripped it uncertainly, giving it a
couple of quick swings to get the feel for it.
"Not
perfect," Shadow said critically of the metal bar, "but it will do
for now. Shall we begin, then?"
Sonic
settled into an awkward imitation of the stranger's flawless guard stance,
"Sure," He replied uncertainly, resolving that if this got too heavy
he could just run for it. But there was one other thing� "But if you're
gonna be teaching me, I'm gonna need somethin' to call you, right?"
Though
Sonic could not make out his features beneath that deeply cowled hood, Sonic
got the distinct feeling that the stranger was smiling.
"Yes,"
He replied at length, "I suppose you will. In that case you can call
me�Maestro."
The
soft, amused tone vanished with his next words and his voice suddenly cracked
like a whip, "Now, your first lesson will be about footwork. Always
remember the first principle of defence - If all else fails, defend with the
feet! You can't get hit if you aren't there."
"So,
run away?"
That
strange hidden smile was back, "Indeed," Maestro replied, "But
first, to correct your stance�"
For some
inexplicable reason, Sonic found himself smiling.
To Be
Continued in 'Destiny's Force'
- 3
- 4
- 5
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