Prologue: Questions
#1 of An Assassin of my Heart 2: One Wish
Author Note: Hello there everyone, this is just to give a full warning disclaimer and info for the following story.
WARNING
This story contains Sonadow pairing, sex, gore, passion, instanity, lack of innocence, and obession with violence/gore. It is not reccomended you read this story if you suspect you have a heart problems, underaged, or have any problem with detailed sex and violence.
DISCLAIMER
I have never owned SEGA, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Espio, Shadow, or Rouge.
SUMMARY
This is the continued story of An Assassin of my Heart. This story can be read and understood without reading the last, but it is recommended that you read the prequel. *The prequel will be rewritten.*
Sonic is unable to remember his other self yet his heart aches for him. Tails creates a device that will let him remember. He no longer cares the cost. He wants to remember. But can love existing only as memory hold him for long?
Prologue
Questions yet to be Answered
"Sonic!" Came the voice of the young fox. I heard him call me, and yet I could not feel a need to move. Everything ended, had it not? The world is safe, and it only cost the life of one. It may be my one, but why must I feel like this. I should be proud, perhaps happy. Yes, I should be grateful he left me with someone who can take care of me. If only I could remember him, maybe things would be better.
Even with it all over, there are so many things left unanswered, so much is still unknown. First, there is the earliest case of The Firm's choice to hire me. Tails told me that he applied for a job at a company called The Firm. However, they choose me for the job instead, even though I never wanted the job. The Firm made me an agent, not the scientist they advertised. As he revealed this to me, I began to wonder if Tails felt resentment towards me due to the whole fiasco.
He explained to me that I didn't want the career. I was forced to accept because declining meant death. He is sure of this, and so I believe him. Then there is the case of being assigned to him, the one I've forgotten. But why?
"Sonic." His voice came again, closer this time. I realized he might worry. I decided, with some hesitance, to answer.
"Yes?"
"I have looked everywhere for you, Sonic." He replied as he drew close. His eyes, they always seem to be on the brink of tears. I don't recall him acting this way. At least, not all the time. I also feel like he is demanding, as though I were a child. But his eyes, they tell me he is really the child. The one who always needs it his way.
He then smiled, oddly. I must have appeared to zone out, because he continued, "I made fish." A bribe. I felt like he was mocking me, like he thought I needed some reason to get up. Nevertheless, I did not argue; I stood. He took me by the shoulder, and we walked to the cottage.
That was another question. When did he move? Tails could answer this too. He moved when he was denied the job. The Firm was known by Tails, and they had to force Tails to leave the city. Since Tails was a supporter of The Firm's work, he left obediently. On occasion, he would send an invention idea to The Firm, and in return, The Firm sent food and other survival supplies that Tails needed.
The most interesting of all the inventions was Tails' latest machine. It allowed the user to warp space, time, and the universe itself would bend to mech's will. However, it would only do as much as a single wish called for. The brilliance of this machine took the youth's life to put on paper. The time, cost, labor, and search for the parts must have taken well over 6 years. Tails admitted it to be his initial idea to give The Firm. However, he was asked to add seven slots for gems which would provide energy for it. The fox told me this over dinner, and I asked of the machine's fate. Tails said, "It was recently completed as they asked." I knew he must have been in sorrow that his life's work would never bear fruit.
He did not show me the machine, but I asked about it constantly over the next few days. Tails, reluctant to show his greatest idea, gave me the blue prints. It fascinated me, the idea that a wish, whatever it may be, can be done. Tails admitted one flaw in the wish, but it was not big: You cannot affect free will.
I stepped into the house and Tails followed closely. He went to the stove and continued cooking. Such a strange thing to do, cooking . . . I do not remember cooking much at all. I can only remember being served, treated highly. There does not seem to be that much I can remember for a long time. I don't remember a blue sky until the day I woke up here. My strongest memory is of blood. Pain. The horror of a hallway closing in as I kill someone in chase; A mirror of myself, killing another.
There are so many questions to be answered, and so few answers can even be dreamed of. The idea of me killing another is unthinkable, and must be a mere nightmare. However, the mirror of myself, I feel I understand that he had to, like it was natural.
I must have been so dependant on him, for he has cut me so deeply. My heart beats for him, and now I can hear the name of the shadow I cast, yet too low to hear. The name is so close...
The meal which now sits before me cools, and I hear the annoying, small voice of the fox. Why do I hate him? He has been so kind to me, and yet I despise him now. Has he done something? "Sonic?"
"What . . . ?" My voice seems melancholy, annoyed. An odd mix of two tones is apparent, and the fox does not respond. This is so wrong, so . . . terrible. I feel horrid.
"Sonic, I think we should start trying to help you regain your memory. I have been toying around with a few theories, but I am still not close to understanding the mind of a hedgehog. It is a lot more complicated than my mice." His explanation was solid, and in a firmer tone than that of a child, almost official this time. His whining voice became that of a scientist, even if for a moment.
"So, you are telling me it may be a while?" I asked this, trying to understand what he is getting around to.
"If you wanna pursue this, yes..." Again, a voice of authority. However, his voice also showed despair or disapointment.
"It seems worth the trouble." My answer secured my future, I will know who he was. I will know why I ache for him, even now when my memories fade. This is selfish of me, but how can I live without ever knowing? "And Tails, I promise to find a way to pay you back someday . . ."
With this said, I pushed out the chair and stood. I left my meal uneaten and headed to my room and slept. I slipped into a dream, a place I can be calm and happy.
In all of reallity, the dream that night was nothing special. However, I could see a distant figure. It ran through a village, hearing something the creature thought unthinkable. She (or so the furry appeared to be) frantically found her way to an open field. She saw a hedgehog....me? "I" took a glance at her and glowing lights danced about me. She swore vengance as the blood that stained "me" was her friend's blood. Watching this, I felt confused, but the other self seemed to understand. Within a light of gold, "I" vanished from sight. The girl cursed the ground she stood, and her pain manifested itself. In her grip appeared the concetration of sorrow. Even in this dream, the purple emerald means so little.
A/n: Not quite the premiere I expected either. The rest of the story is a bit faster, but this introduces things as a prologue. I want to start by again thanking the screeners, my editor/beta, Sonadow.com, and Sega for assisting in the creation and success of the previous story, An Assassin of my Heart. And, I really believe that this story is going to be much better than the last one since my ability to write has improved. Also, this story will be happier, but stay with me throught the bad times, kay? Anyway, please comment on the chapter, and tell me what you think. Hell, if you get really inspired, (I know, no one will be inspired*SAD*) draw a picture. I would love you FOREVER. One more thing, whoever put up a page to me on Wikifur, thanks, I feel, flattered........ (Mostly...)