At The End Of The Tunnel
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Category:
+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
4,179
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
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.
Dugout
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At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy 22651
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Harley: Ant, you really shouldn’t hate a character you know nothing about. Curtis could be the victim here!
Froggy: Oh, come on Harley, be honest with him. If you hate Cur for any reasons, they’re probably the right reasons.
Harley: Froggy! You’ll spoil it!
Froggy: Not for another three chapters at least.
Harley: Hey, did we ever say we don’t own Sega?
Froggy: Don’t know. Does it matter?
~~~
Chapter Fourteen: Dugout
In the middle of the Great Desert, there was a massive crater. Some scientists believed that this crater was the result of an asteroid impact with Earth sometime in the past, a cataclysmic event that had dire consequences for life on the planet. It was there that the Cult of Darkness made their encampment. No one was allowed in except for members of their order, not even servants of Robotnik. This was the heart of their faith, their holy ground.
Cultists, cyborgs covered in dark robes, busied themselves with the task of digging something up. Something big. Large pieces of equipment and digging vehicles surrounded a spot in the center of the crater. It was an excavation. What they were digging up was big, really big, spherical, beaten and dented, and looked vaguely metallic through the dirt and dust that covered it. And the three that stood on the edge of the crater looking down at it had no idea what it was.
“What the hell is that thing?” Curtis asked as he looked down into the crater with a pair of binoculars.
Breech snatched them away and looked down with them, “It looks like some kind of… giant sphere…”
“Whatever it is, it’s been here for a long time,” James said, breaking his quiet contemplation.
Breech scanned the cultists’ movements, and noticed them focusing their efforts on one spot on the spherical object.
“The cultists are trying to clear an entrance... so it must contain something important,” she reasoned.
James had to know more about whatever it was that lay at the center of the excavation site. He could no longer just disregard the cultists as crazy fanatics; they obviously had stumbled onto something important. There could be something in that spherical object that would be useful to the rebellion.
“Well, we aren't going to learn anything just sitting here. Let's go down there and check it out. Curtis, you're the best marksman; stay here and cover us with the rifle.”
Curtis grinned and pulled out his sniper rifle, “Don’t worry, sir. You’ll be safe with me here.”
“We'd be even safer if you didn't have the rifle,” Breech replied dryly, somewhat emboldened by James’ presence.
“We’ll see. Hopefully I won’t ‘accidentally’ blow your tail off,” Cur growled as he cocked the rifle.
“That’s enough, both of you,” James snapped back at them. They had enough to worry about without fighting amongst themselves.
Breech tucked her staff and 9mm into their respective holsters, “Let’s get going. We’ve got snooping to do,” she said.
“Let’s do it to it,” James agreed. Breech sneered at his obvious use of Sonic’s catchphrase.
James chambered a round into his gun and slid it into its holster, and quickly hopped down into the crater, making his way down its slopes, hiding behind boulders, concealing his presence as well as he could. Breech followed him closely. He noted that she was always in a perfect spot to use him as a shield if the cult found them. How thoughtful of her.
“We have to get to a doorway,” Breech said.
James looked around at the digging equipment and rows of cultist workers with tool in hand, and noticed one small group of the robed cyborgs purposely making their way towards an entryway into the structure. He pointed towards it.
“There… that’s our way in.”
“But there's loads of them using that door! We'll be noticed for sure!”
James narrowed his eyes and continued his watch of the area, his gaze stopping on a pair of cultist stragglers taking a sly cigarette break behind a bulldozer. He grinned wickedly.
“Follow me.”
The two of them snuck along the crater walls towards the unsuspecting slackers. The fox was about to give them an important lesson in situational awareness. A couple of blows to the head later, and both of the cultists were unconscious on the ground. James wrapped one of the stolen robes around himself and handed Breech the other one.
“Welcome, fellow fanatic, to our hokey religion. Here's your cliché dark robe,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face.
Breech giggled as she took the robe, but forced herself to become serious again. She put the garment on. It was far too long for her, dragging along the ground, but it would have to do, “You do know that they will be on the lookout for spies from Robotnik?” she asked him.
“I know. But if anyone can get into a camp of brainwashed fanatics, it’s another brainwashed fanatic," he said, tapping his head, "Just stick close, and we'll be fine.”
Breech nodded, trusting James, as they began to walk towards the structure. The fox put a swagger in his step and held his head high, making himself look as authoritative as possible. Intimidation was a powerful weapon. Breech, on the other paw, became more nervous as they neared the two guards stationed at the entrance.
~~~
Curtis lay down on his belly and propped the rifle up on a rock. The blond fox looked through the scope and carefully aimed this way and that, observing the positions of each cultist, mentally tagging them with a threat level, and calculating the angle he would have to fire, depending on distance, wind direction, and wind speed.
He changed his focus to his two partners as they scrambled down the hill. As they paused behind a boulder, Cur zoomed in on Breech and followed her movements, watching her healthy young body through the crosshairs. Finally, he rested the crosshairs on the feline’s tail-end. He shivered with perverted pleasure, watching the movement of her butt as she ran, and absent-mindedly rubbed his crotch.
His grin became wickedly cruel, and he stroked a finger lightly against the trigger. But no, Prower wouldn’t like that. He’d put up one hell of a fuss. Seemed to have taken a liking to the feline for some reason.
Prower…
The grin on Cur’s face melted away as he switched targets. He placed the crosshairs firmly on the back of James’ head. He started to squeeze the trigger, but just stopped short of going the final, fatal millimeter. He relaxed his finger, sighed, and went back to scanning cultist targets. Prower could wait. Right now he had a job to do.
~~~
End of Chapter Fourteen
Harley: Hmmm... like I said, hate Cur all you like.
Froggy: No, Harley, I said that.
At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy 22651
~~~
Harley: Ant, you really shouldn’t hate a character you know nothing about. Curtis could be the victim here!
Froggy: Oh, come on Harley, be honest with him. If you hate Cur for any reasons, they’re probably the right reasons.
Harley: Froggy! You’ll spoil it!
Froggy: Not for another three chapters at least.
Harley: Hey, did we ever say we don’t own Sega?
Froggy: Don’t know. Does it matter?
~~~
Chapter Fourteen: Dugout
In the middle of the Great Desert, there was a massive crater. Some scientists believed that this crater was the result of an asteroid impact with Earth sometime in the past, a cataclysmic event that had dire consequences for life on the planet. It was there that the Cult of Darkness made their encampment. No one was allowed in except for members of their order, not even servants of Robotnik. This was the heart of their faith, their holy ground.
Cultists, cyborgs covered in dark robes, busied themselves with the task of digging something up. Something big. Large pieces of equipment and digging vehicles surrounded a spot in the center of the crater. It was an excavation. What they were digging up was big, really big, spherical, beaten and dented, and looked vaguely metallic through the dirt and dust that covered it. And the three that stood on the edge of the crater looking down at it had no idea what it was.
“What the hell is that thing?” Curtis asked as he looked down into the crater with a pair of binoculars.
Breech snatched them away and looked down with them, “It looks like some kind of… giant sphere…”
“Whatever it is, it’s been here for a long time,” James said, breaking his quiet contemplation.
Breech scanned the cultists’ movements, and noticed them focusing their efforts on one spot on the spherical object.
“The cultists are trying to clear an entrance... so it must contain something important,” she reasoned.
James had to know more about whatever it was that lay at the center of the excavation site. He could no longer just disregard the cultists as crazy fanatics; they obviously had stumbled onto something important. There could be something in that spherical object that would be useful to the rebellion.
“Well, we aren't going to learn anything just sitting here. Let's go down there and check it out. Curtis, you're the best marksman; stay here and cover us with the rifle.”
Curtis grinned and pulled out his sniper rifle, “Don’t worry, sir. You’ll be safe with me here.”
“We'd be even safer if you didn't have the rifle,” Breech replied dryly, somewhat emboldened by James’ presence.
“We’ll see. Hopefully I won’t ‘accidentally’ blow your tail off,” Cur growled as he cocked the rifle.
“That’s enough, both of you,” James snapped back at them. They had enough to worry about without fighting amongst themselves.
Breech tucked her staff and 9mm into their respective holsters, “Let’s get going. We’ve got snooping to do,” she said.
“Let’s do it to it,” James agreed. Breech sneered at his obvious use of Sonic’s catchphrase.
James chambered a round into his gun and slid it into its holster, and quickly hopped down into the crater, making his way down its slopes, hiding behind boulders, concealing his presence as well as he could. Breech followed him closely. He noted that she was always in a perfect spot to use him as a shield if the cult found them. How thoughtful of her.
“We have to get to a doorway,” Breech said.
James looked around at the digging equipment and rows of cultist workers with tool in hand, and noticed one small group of the robed cyborgs purposely making their way towards an entryway into the structure. He pointed towards it.
“There… that’s our way in.”
“But there's loads of them using that door! We'll be noticed for sure!”
James narrowed his eyes and continued his watch of the area, his gaze stopping on a pair of cultist stragglers taking a sly cigarette break behind a bulldozer. He grinned wickedly.
“Follow me.”
The two of them snuck along the crater walls towards the unsuspecting slackers. The fox was about to give them an important lesson in situational awareness. A couple of blows to the head later, and both of the cultists were unconscious on the ground. James wrapped one of the stolen robes around himself and handed Breech the other one.
“Welcome, fellow fanatic, to our hokey religion. Here's your cliché dark robe,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face.
Breech giggled as she took the robe, but forced herself to become serious again. She put the garment on. It was far too long for her, dragging along the ground, but it would have to do, “You do know that they will be on the lookout for spies from Robotnik?” she asked him.
“I know. But if anyone can get into a camp of brainwashed fanatics, it’s another brainwashed fanatic," he said, tapping his head, "Just stick close, and we'll be fine.”
Breech nodded, trusting James, as they began to walk towards the structure. The fox put a swagger in his step and held his head high, making himself look as authoritative as possible. Intimidation was a powerful weapon. Breech, on the other paw, became more nervous as they neared the two guards stationed at the entrance.
~~~
Curtis lay down on his belly and propped the rifle up on a rock. The blond fox looked through the scope and carefully aimed this way and that, observing the positions of each cultist, mentally tagging them with a threat level, and calculating the angle he would have to fire, depending on distance, wind direction, and wind speed.
He changed his focus to his two partners as they scrambled down the hill. As they paused behind a boulder, Cur zoomed in on Breech and followed her movements, watching her healthy young body through the crosshairs. Finally, he rested the crosshairs on the feline’s tail-end. He shivered with perverted pleasure, watching the movement of her butt as she ran, and absent-mindedly rubbed his crotch.
His grin became wickedly cruel, and he stroked a finger lightly against the trigger. But no, Prower wouldn’t like that. He’d put up one hell of a fuss. Seemed to have taken a liking to the feline for some reason.
Prower…
The grin on Cur’s face melted away as he switched targets. He placed the crosshairs firmly on the back of James’ head. He started to squeeze the trigger, but just stopped short of going the final, fatal millimeter. He relaxed his finger, sighed, and went back to scanning cultist targets. Prower could wait. Right now he had a job to do.
~~~
End of Chapter Fourteen
Harley: Hmmm... like I said, hate Cur all you like.
Froggy: No, Harley, I said that.