Past and Present
#7 of An Assassin of my Heart
Past and Present
I bent my knees and pulled down the oven door. For some odd reason, I was unable to sleep at all this night. Here I was, wide awake, and before such an important day. Sonic would become a full-fledged assassin upon this day. The Firm's usual ritual was to hold a celebration which would be held at my house. The real trick though, is this: Sonic had to complete his mission by the celebration's end. First, he would be handed three different missions, but only one of them is from the chief. He must determine which was the truth and complete it with as few bystanders killed as possible.
I reached into the blazing, scorching oven in order to pull from it, a cake. The most gorgous I have created in many a year. The last time was with my old partner . . . But I have Sonic now, and nothing could make me happier than his happiness. I touched the burning pan with my hand, pulling it out with ease and placing it on the stove top. I waved my hand over it, at about 80 miles an hour, to prevent the delicious cake from falling over, thus ruining the fruits of my insomniac state.
I placed it into the cool fridge, allowing it to chill until two, when the party starts. I made this cake special. It was a unique mix of two separate cake mixes, one half chocolate, the other was vanilla. I mixed them separately and then spiraled them about in one bowl, allowing them to keep their mix/unmixed state. I then coated it in blueberry and chocolate frosting.
I went over to my chair and looked out the window. People were still up, business as usual for them. The sky was still illuminated in the glow of the dark grey clouds, a light that never changes . . . It is a wonder that animals can figure out when to sleep and when not to. I sighed as I saw a couple on the left side walk get broken apart by a near by officer. Love...It just does not exist...
Every time one feels love, one becomes distracted, and loses concentration. The government was always oppressive, and they tried to stop happiness, love, sex drive, fun, the concept of a new idea, and, above all else, they wanted to crush your soul. Your life was always in their hands. Then, one of their most brilliant inventors, a professor Gerald Robotnik, tried to stop oppression, but they immediately crushed his surrounding life. It is recorded that he died 3 days later, leaving a small fortune to his grand daughter, Maria. That name, it always makes me think of my Maria, and if my memories are real . . . She is.
She became an excellent entrepreneur, and I can be seen in the backgrounds of every photo she is in. In the beginning, I hid in the background, but later, I am shown cheering next to her. In the most recent of The Firm's Database (TFD) pictures including both of us, she is kissing me on the cheek, and she has on an engagement ring...I am holding a wedding ring box, attempting to hide it from the cameras.
I find this odd, I do not remember proposing, but I could have. I was with her enough to love her. How foolish I was. Maybe that is why my memory is locked away, because I hate to admit it, I was a rookie once.
Sonic strolled down the halls of The Firm, cautiously. It was the first time he was in the firm without Shadow, but he should not have been afraid.
"Hey! Hey Sonic, come over here!" Yelled Shadow's Boss to the now frozen blue hedgehog. "I have something for you to do for me. Now I want you to steal the emerald at the court house this afternoon. I thought it would be a simple job. Oh, and good luck with today! I will be there to see you when you finish."
'That was far to straight forward, that could not be it . . .' Thought the young blue blur. "Sonic," Called a young man, obviously new. He huffed a little. Sonic realized he had been walking at double walking speed and that caused most people to run. He must have been nervous and sped up . . . "Sonic, whew, here . . . this is the first letter is for you." He thanked the kind young lad who began running back to his cubical.
The letter read: Intelligent Energy Federation
He crumbled it in his left fist and headed for the door. Upon his way out, a guard stopped him before reaching the front desk and said, "Hey, the guy in cubicle 038 used to be a con man, but gave the government tips on how to make the money harder to counterfeit and got off scot free. Cool huh?"
'Shadow told me that The Firm always cleaned up the government mess, so maybe'
"Mister Sonic, the chief said you have all three missions and to complete the one truth." said the stout lady at the front desk. She smiled smugly as he stepped out the door onto the platform. He walked on the train and headed home.
Halfway back to civilization, he recalled the bill and opened it. His sleepy eyes and oddly shaking hands caused minor trouble as he sat up in his seat. The letter made little sense to the blue hedgehog. It read:
Sonic Hedgehog, all droids over watered muses' unique sun flows. The droid's ignited energy, nevermore overly watered.
Signed,
Central Headquarters of the Intelligent Energy Federation
He could not make heads of tails of it and almost gave up, when he remembered the delivery boys exact words. He gasped as he reread the note and prayed he was wrong . . . It could not be true. A man sitting next to him, who he never saw before, looked at him, saying. "Hey, gonna be a great party tonight huh? Oh, and good luck."
I gave the half-hearted response of, "I am sure it will."
A/N: I went a little into chapter 8 (Delay is due to fucking exams...yes...go out and fuck your exams...Those little shitty (Edited due to an upcoming Cussing rampage)
Recharge complete! Okay, let me see, ah yes, this chapter I feel is much better (but what isn't?) Than my last chapter. Please sing me a dream, make it the darkest I have never seen.... Ciao.
(The above A/n is uneditted from it's original version. This story has been formatted to fit you computer screen.)