A Bad Blood Side Story

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January, 2104: The Fallout. In a blinding flash Old SVT City is brought to ruin, widespread destruction, and chaos. Mass looting is rampant as local authorities are spread thin.

Current Time: 2118
Location: The SVT City Museum of History

This once-proud building once housed a fine collection of artefacts recovered by throngs of local adventurers, but is now a dark and depressed husk reminded us that history is irrelevant. Most of the establishment is irrelevant now, too, as riots and ruffians have destroyed most of the precious, priceless exhibits. Until recently, this fact has been glossed over, as more pressing concerns have overwhelmed the peacekeeping forces.

Now, however, it's become quite the concern. With the realisation that a new, Chaos-wielding villain has made himself known to the population, it becomes obviously imperative that the fabled Chaos Emeralds must be recovered, and quickly, before this darker force finds them first and makes use of their amazing power.

The bulletin was released by the city Protection & Defence force this morning:

Dear Adventurers of the City:

"This promises to be interesting" he said aloud in a nonchalant tone and his typical land down undah accent, to anyone who would listen.

He then, having finished cleaning the side arm, re-assembled it and panned across the wall directly ahead of him while looking down the sights. Even before signing on, Alex had been surprisingly well equiped weapon wise, and was no one to be trifled with. The look in his eyes at hearing the bulletin is not one of fear, but one of enthusiasm, one of a sadistic pleasure.

Obsession filled every corner of Matt's mind, his eyes dilating, pulse quickening, teeth nashing together. Finally... something he could live for.

By the time he regained composure, he realized that he had ripped the paper in two. Crumpled, tossed, gone.

So the explosion of the bakery seemed to cause a lot of uproar in the city. That same explosion that disturbed his sleep.

His eyes narrowed.

It turns out that very explosion would be the cause of some excitement for Matt... finally.

Wind came up from behind and patted the diminuative hedgehog on the head. He wished he could remember what it was called when you were talking to yourself in a story for plot development, but the chance for the joke was over. Instead the shaggy elf looked over the bulletein, praying the thought struck him when he least suspected it. Hopefully this time it will leave him his conciousness and his wallet.

"Investigative work, Holmes? If I knew this was going to happen tonight I would've brought my detective hat."

After a few more steps he strained to look up at Wind. "Especially with this weird hedgehog guy running around, you know? It soudns exciting... but at the same time, I'm kinda scared."

The elf dramatically pulled the corner of his jacket over himself for the Dark Knight effect

"Or he's a blood thirsty demon who'll rip out your guts and force you to change your phone service!"

Wind's hands darted out and goosed Ryan in the sides before mussying up his hair

"Bwahahaha!"

He leapt in the air, flipped forward and landed on his feet again. Leapt, flipped, landed.

With a new body he was having to teach himself all his skills all over again. He still knew how to do them, but it was like he was wearing weights or something, that made his body react differently to what he expected. Plus the several months that this body had been in a coma meant it wasn't exactly in top physical shape.

24 and a half minutes. Leap, flip, land. Leap, flip, land. Leap, flip, FALL!

DANNIT! Fireball lifted his face off the ground and straigtened his glasses. A poster, half soaked in a puddle, with one corner blowing dramatically in the breeze as if it was trying to get away, lay underneath his head.

He read it with interest, then a mischievous smile crossed his face.

A slip of paper came through the front door. She drew her eyes from the Television screen (which wasn't as difficult as it normally would be) and went to collect it. As she read thorugh it a smile slowly grew on her face. This was perfect! It looked like a challenge was heading her way.

She put on her black leather boots and left the house, stuffing the slip of paper in her pocket as she went.

The door opened behind him. He turned around to see a worker-type man in an orange over-vest. He nodded to the man and the man let him in.

The room was a little kitchen, with a large kettle, lots of mugs, some sugar spilt over the surfaces, and big vats of tea bags and instant coffee. It smelled over coffee poweder and in the distance there was the hum of factory machines in the background. The table in the centre was covered in opened stapled documents. Socks the Rabbit stood over them looking a little disheveled. His sleeves were rolled up, his top button undone and his tie was loose. Somehow he still looked clean and pressed.

extremely dangerous, big deal he thought to himself What have I got to go on, someone wielding the power of chaos, I've dealt with chaos wielding entities before. Alex continued to walk, remembering the basics of the manhunt if you wait in the shadows, more often than not, your prey will come to you.

He walked until he reached the museum, if he could find anything to lead him to the location of his prey it would be here. Hmm, this entity probably enjoys the hunt as well, we'll just have to see who's the better.

The museum was in sight. Matt sprung airborne, disappearing and reappearing on the museum's rooftop. With a clean landing, Matt smirked. He could feel the adrenline pumping through him. It's been awhile since he'd done any of this ''detective'' work.

Keep calm... That's what he had to do. Collect his thoughts, and keep calm. He would start from the top, and work his way down, keeping a weary eye out for any clues.

The fox scoped the roof, taking notice of every square inch. If anything moved, or looked disturbed or unordinary, he'd know about it.

The elf walked as he talked, reaching the street corner and stopping in his tracks. He took a moment to scratch his chin before inspecting the near empty intersection thoroughly.

"Sooo...which way do we go?"

However now he picked up a slightly different scent. Someone was here, with him, at the site of the museum, and he wanted to know who.

"Hello" Alex says loudly

As the hedgehog passed down the next block, he turned the corner. "Hey, I found it!"

The shaggy elf jogged over, taking a moment to admire the museum's fine, fine archietecture.

"Wow...so.....race ya!"

With that Wind broke into a sprint down sidewalk, leaving Ryan behind in his dust.

Wait a minute, I'm such an idiot, don't look for the location, look for it's source, don't hunt the body, hunt the mind! Alex thought to himself, he had an idea, quite clever realy. He went to the electric company and began to search the records for any place with any drastic change in energy consumption. Anything brandishing that much power is going to cause some sort of extreme interference. Later I'll have to triangulate the previous targets to find the next Alex's thoughts were racing now, he'd picked up a trail that just might lead to his prey.

"Hey kids!" He exclaims as he stands up before them.

He walks closer, and makes like he's going to touch them, but quickly glances at Fireball, raising his eyebrows as if to ask, "Can I touch them?"

"Howdy, Stranger."

He gave Fireball a small wave and trodded to the museum steps. Taking a moment to admire the fox's fine footwear he gave a low whistle

"Pretty fancy shoes. Nike or Adidas?"

In response to Wind. "Cyber Met actually. Just got 'em. Watch this!"

Fireball jumped once, twice three times. The soles of his shoes glowed blue and then-

8 of the closest 9 lampshades explode, leaving behind a bronzen after-image. There's a strange bronze cloud around the 9th as Fireball aims for it several hundred times but just dashes around it. Finally it explodes with impact like the others did. Fireball appears out of the cloud and falls to the ground on his feet. He tries to stand up straigt afterwards like a triumphant gymnast but is pretty dizzy and stumbles a little, looking kind of drunk.

"They call it a light speed attack. Pretty cool, huh? Guess I got my speed back."

Left, right, left, kick, turn and block. Jump and kick, land and roll.

She stumbled across Fireball, Wind and Ryan. She opened her mouth and began to say "hi" but as she realized that she had just began practisng in front of them she became embarrased and instead smiled stupidly, unsure if they would be impressed or look at her like she was crazy.

I'm gonna need more than this to go off of he thought to himself.

I'll get to that later, I've got my list.

Alex then returned to the station and put the shotgun, holster and shells back in their place. He then retrieved a rifle, a 7mm to be exact, equipped with a very powerful scope capable of up to 24X power.

"Rosy? Rosy the Mouse from Sparky's team, how are you doing?"

He glances at the others, then inside the old museum. There's movement in there.

"So... I guess you're all here for the Chaos Emerald thing."

She said slightly surprised that the fox had heard of her.

"I can't find any emeralds. Hey, you wanna join forces and find the emeralds together?"

She sounded, as she heard it again in her head, a little bit too much like a cartoon character.

He sighed heavily. Slow down...

Fireball swaggered through the echoey museum, casually looking at the damaged displays. "Anyway, I know where two of the emeralds are."

"Prison Island... G.U.N are always trying to keep tabs on the emeralds, and if they got their hands on them, which they will have, that's where they'd take them. It's their most secure facility, and from what I hear they've stored them their before."

"Yeah, it's a kind of 'protect our definition of the free world, regardless of who gets hurt along the way' sorta thing. Care to introduce yourself, copper?"

There was a mummy exhibit in the next room; she wanders through, not really paying attention to her surroundings. She pads, as if in a daze, over to a stairwell and pushes the door open. Crystal leans over the rail and looks down at the stairs spiralling down into the basement levels, frowns, then tilts her head up to see the flight ascending to the roof. She stands still for a few moments, then turns and heads back to Hope.

That was one of the things that made Alex so lethal as a bounty hunter in his earlier days, he overlooked practically no detail. When he was on the hunt, no conspicuous actions, no mater how innocent in appearance, went unnoticed, or unremembered.

"Well, I wanna hang around a day or two in case our mysterious arson strikes again, but after that I'm heading out to sea... to see what I can see... and steal back some emeralds." He addressed everyone while he grabbed the spear with his tail, trying to keep it balanced and straigt with a muscle he's not used to using.

But this fox was not normal. He could tell from Hope's features that she must be related to Nyte somehow, most likely daughter. With deductive reasoning, Matt decided that Hope and Crystal had some relations, and that also meant Crystal probably has some weird ability along with Hope. Therefore, Matt did not disregard her. As soon as the young girl came back through the door, Matt teleported into the stair well.

He looked up, and then down, dizzyed by the sight. There was nothing that he could see. Crystal obviously is able to see the invisible, either with good eyes, or she's psychic.

If Matt was a vulter, then Crystal and Hope will lose their supper, because like a parasite, he will feed from their information.

Waving off the subject, Ryan turns to Crystal, now in a more professional manner. "Did you find anything suspicious? Any clues?" The hedgehog waved his finger in front of her eyes, as she didn't appear to be paying attention. "Are you even there?"

"Yes, lots of people would be interested in buying the Emeralds, for a whole raft of purposes. Off the top of my head... Ivo Robotnik, 'Tiger' Lilly Mallone, Rogue the Treasure Hunter...uh... Scovil La Cruz, a whole bunch of dealers on the Chao black market." He looks contemplative. "There's a big market, basically. And the vast majority of them are more likely to steal from each other than pay cold hard currency. Anyway, what's the rush. Weren't these stolen, like months ago during the Fallout? Surely another few minutes won't hurt."

Two dull looking dobermans shuffle about in an alley, warming their hands by an oil drum fire. One, with a scar over his right eye looks at the other, with a mohawk and frowns.

--Cut Scene--

The young hedgehog sloshed in the sewage water with his right hand lit up like a torch. Since the stairwell, Ryan stomped angrily all the way down, through the basement door and now in the sewers. It stunk, it was wet. Why him?

In the next moment, he found himself tumbling into the thick sewage. His hands flailed above surface for awhile before totally submerged beneath the muck. Seconds later, he emerged, right hand lit again, and left hand holding a shoe.

Then it was like nothing else mattered. He'd found their first solid clue... hopefully, anyway. Ryan pulled himself out of the sewage and held his lit hand up at the shoe. It must have been there for a few days, from the looks of its condition.

When he'd tripped over it, he could have sworn that it was pointing in the opposite direction he was traveling.

Now that he thought about it, it made alot of sense that the theives would take the sewers. Where else would they go if they escaped through the roof? Someone would have definately heard a helicpoter, or at least seen them. It also makes sense that the culprits would travel in the sewage. That way, they wouldn't leave any foot prints by walking on the cemented sides.

The youngster took off in a sprint, excited. Hah! Good thing he volunteered to search the sewers, huh? The rest of the yahoos were probably still searching somewhere up above.

He stood there, trying to remain still as he saw Ryan running towards the steps. He had every intention of stopping him to see if he'd learned anything.

"Hey, I found a clue, I found a clue!" he hollored, creating quite the racket as his shouts reverbrated in the stair well.

The air surrounding Alex became stuff, and slowly he could feel his skin and clothes getting hotter. With a sudden jerk from his whole body, Ryan flared up, easily escaping Alex's grasp. The boy stepped away defensively, suspiciously.

"Who're you?"

"A shoe."

Ryan gave it a little wag, splattering sewage everywhere.

"You're gonna kill me because I found my shoe? A bit drastic, don't you think?"

Alex climed the ladder and once at the top proceeded to move the manhole cover out of his way. A funny smell was at his nostrils and it was't the sewage, no. It was something else, a scent more like that of decay.

He emerged from the manhole slowly and the scent became stronger. Sure enough there were two dobermans. Dead. By the looks of them they hadn't been that way for very long. He checked them, rigor mortis had already set in, but then that only takes about 20 minutes. He looked for signs of stab wounds, gunshot wounds, and even after finding no gunshot wounds looked for spent shells anyway. There were none that he found. The scent of his prey was even stronger now. Wherever his target was, Alex wasn't far behind. curse my lack of preparation! I've very little in the way of tools for detecting residual energy.

He began to examine the dobermans again, searching for the next clue. It was here, somewhere. He went through their wallets, hoping for anything, orders, a phone number, an address, anything. He also searched them for any tattoo's or markings that would reveal their affiliation.

He slipped past Hope and eyed Crystal. "Can you see through this crud?"

"Yo, Ace, Got a favor to ask" Alex said as he walked into the lab that had the electron microscope.

"Whatcha need?" Said the Velociraptor as he turned off the propane line to a bunson burner.

"I need this examined more closely, what I realy need is someone to find out what the name on it is" Alex said as he handed the Raptor the small sheet of paper.

Ace took the paper looked at it closely "This could take some time, I think I could have this for you by tomorrow afternoon" The raptor said.

"Excellent, thanks a million" Alex replied, and he was on his way.

Alex makes the decision to return to the museum one last time, maybe one of the girls that had been there could help him.