At The End Of The Tunnel
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
4,180
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21
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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.
Break-In
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At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
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Harley: Another update. By now you should reckon that we do them about once a week. I could do it more often, but I like to give you time to leave reviews.
Froggy: You heard what she said. Review it now!
Harley: And don’t worry about the sex. We’ll get to it.
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Chapter Fifteen: Break-In
“They act like the Dark Legion, but they’re not,” James muttered to Breech, “What are they?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” said Breech, “The Cult of Darkness. With a name like that, they can’t be good.”
James looked at the two robed guards. One of them looked like a canine of some sort, but it was hard to tell between the hood and all the metal in his face. The other was a short, ugly rat with no visible implants. The canine stepped forward and held his hand up.
“Halt! What is your business here?”
James took the initiative and spoke, “We were held up by important business. We merely wish to rejoin the group."
“I was not informed of any other visitors. Show me your authorization.”
James almost smiled. It was time to take the role of pissed-off superior, “Authorization? Authorization?! Do you have any idea who I am?!”
"Well... uh... no, sir... I don't...I mean..."
James stood up taller and poked the cultist in the chest.
“You would dare to prevent ME access to this temple to our great and terrible lord?! Get out of my way this instant, or I am going to volunteer your sorry ass to be a sacrifice!”
“Well… um…”
The rodent guard stepped in to help his confused companion, “Of course you can enter! Please, accept my apologies, great one! My associate here is a little slow...”
James turned his nose up and looked down at the cultist guards. “Very well. Apology accepted... this time. Come, my friend,” he said, gesturing for Breech to follow him.
I can’t believe that actually worked…
The cat and the fox entered the mysterious structure. They found themselves in a series of metal corridors, dusty and rusted with age. Broken computer terminals spanned its length. Old lighting flickered on and off, still working despite the eons the thing must have lain there. The technology was even more advanced than anything Robotnik had ever made, but it was obvious that it had been built long before his time.
“Whoa... And it just looked like a lump of rock from outside...” Breech said, “But that can't be right! This thing is supposed to be about... 10,000 years old!”
James pondered, “But if this thing is that old... who built it?”
“And what power source could last this long?” Breech asked, pointing at the lights.
Both of them looked at each other, the answer obvious, “The Chaos Emeralds!”
“They must be supplying it with power,” Breech mused, “No wonder Robotnik wants them!”
James frowned and wiped the dust off of a wall panel, revealing large red letters than seemed familiar to him, "A... R... K. ARK. What does that mean?" he asked.
“I don't know... I think there was an Ark in old legends... it saved furries from a flood or something... I don't know the whole thing. Maybe this Ark is named after that one?”
James shook his head. “Maybe... I just don't get it. How is an ancient, Overlander structure with technology comparable to Robotnik's buried out here in the middle of the desert?”
“It might have been some kind of spaceship that crashed,” Breech suggested, “But that's impossible. It's far too old.”
"It’s like some sci-fi movie I saw...it was about a spaceship from the future that got sucked into a black hole and crashed on Mobius centuries in the past."
Breech just sneered, “Let's find the main control panel... maybe we can get info off that.”
James nodded, and they continued their journey through the corridors of the building, looking for some kind of control room, or at least something that would lead them to it. After wandering the place for an hour, they came upon a room that looked like it may have been a command center or lab. They walked up the short flight of stairs that led to the main floor and approached a computer terminal that had a holographic display.
“I wonder if it still works,” Breech commented, and flicked a promising green switch.
The screen above their heads flickered to life, but all that was seen was static. James could hear an angry, somewhat aged voice repeating over and over the same phrase: "All you ungrateful humans... All you ungrateful humans... all you ungrateful humans..." Obviously, the thing wasn't working too well. But still, after thousands of years...
"When in doubt..." Breech hammered her fists on the keyboard experimentally.
Suddenly, the picture cleared, revealing an old, bald human with a handlebar moustache... he reminded James of Robotnik, "All you ungrateful humans, who took everything away from me... will feel my loss and despair!"
"Do you have anything else to say?" another voice asked off-camera.
"No..." Suddenly, the picture disappeared, the red words "transmission ended", on screen.
James shivered involuntarily, "Someone didn't sound happy...."
"That old guy... was in a straitjacket and cuffs," Breech said, "He was about to die." She touched the screen, “We could be here for hours and not find anything... let's try to find that energy source.”
A schematic of a very large hemispherical station came on screen, showing them the details of the thing they found themselves in. James observed the map and stored it in his electronic memory bank for future reference... and then his ears twitched as he heard several feet marching in unison, somewhere in the corridors behind them.
“We shouldn't be here!” Breech whispered to James, “What are we gonna do?”
James wasn't sure. He peered out of the doorway and looked down the hall. Six cultists were marching in a rectangular formation, carrying a large metal and glass tube between them. Fog rolled off the obviously cold device, and some blurred figure was contained within. James quietly drew his sword and whispered, “I say we ambush them.”
Breech shrugged and pulled out her staff, “Okay... you kill half, I'll kill half,” she suggested, as the metal bar elongated itself.
James pressed a button on his sword, and it hummed to life. He crouched down at one side of the doorway and waited... waited... struck! He launched himself at three of the cultists, cutting them down before they knew what hit them. Breech used her staff to crush one cultist’s skull, and then killed the other two with sharp kicks to the stomach and neck, using her claws to disembowel them. James raised an eyebrow, admiring her gruesome work, and nodded his approval. He turned his attention to the icy container on the floor.
“Hmm... I wonder what this is?”
“It looks like a cyrostasis tube - Robotnik's developing them in his search for immortality...” Breech wiped off the condensing ice and read a faded word, "Project Sh-sh-sha d-d-dow... Shadow?"
James frowned and looked at the word with her. “Hmm… strange.” He looked at a control panel attached to the tube and asked, “Do you think we should thaw this out?”
“No way,” Breech shook her head, “It's been in there for 10,000 years, and Robotnik will definitely want to see it. If we wake it without a special thaw tank, it could die from shock,” Breech protested, “Don’t you press that button, James, don’t you press that-”
James rolled his eyes and pressed the ‘thaw’ button. “Whoops.”
“NO!” Breech shrieked, and then grabbed James by the shoulders, “Did you want to kill it?!” she snarled, slamming him up to the wall, “If it dies my neck's for it!”
James narrowed his eyes. Maybe he did want to kill it. Maybe he was crazy enough to cause indiscriminate destruction. It wasn’t like he had a whole lot going for him, being the enemy of his friends and the friend of his enemy.
“Yeah, kinda like me when you killed Max... Look, if it dies, we just don't tell Robotnik about it. Simple.”
“It's not that easy!” Breech snapped, “For a start, I suck at lying!”
A hissing sound came from the cryo-chamber. They both turned to look at it.
“Let's move it,” she said, “Nobody wants to wake up to a heap of bodies.”
James nodded and walked towards the pod. He bent down to grasp the device… when suddenly a white-gloved fist smashed through the glass and gripped his throat. The fox gurgled his surprise and looked past the broken glass and white steam, and into blood-red eyes. Angry eyes. He was lifted and hurled across the room, one-handed. James’ vision swam with stars as he slammed into the corridor wall and slumped to the ground.
“I told you not to open it!” Breech shouted at him as he slumped, her mind working quickly. She looked at the thing emerging, and reached for her weapon.
The creature emerged. It crawled out the broken pod and got to its feet, revealing a hedgehog with black and red fur, a tuft of white on his chest. He was clothed only in white gloves and sneakers. His eyes were red and burned with an intensity that James had never seen before in an organic. The hedgehog looked at Breech and the glock she was aiming his way. He sniffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Don’t insult me,” he said.
Breech stared at the hedgehog, who started towards her. Instinctively she dropped her staff and her gun, “I'm not dangerous!” she insisted, paws in the air.
The hedgehog paused and looked around at the old, dusty station. His eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed. His ears twitched as if he could hear something they could not. He turned to Breech again. “If you value your lives, leave now while you still can…”
“There's nothing here,” said Breech, “Nothing but dead technology and dust.”
The hedgehog smirked wickedly. “You wish. There's far worse things here then that...”
“Hey, there they are! Get them!” a cultist shouted. They had been spotted, and a large mob of cultists armed with energy weapons were running their way. They looked pissed.
“Don’t hit the host!” shouted another.
The hedgehog frowned as he looked at them, and took off down the hallway at ridiculous speeds, gliding on what appeared to be jet shoes of some kind.
“Damn, he's fast,” Breech muttered, and looked at the approaching cultists, “Come on James, let's get the hell out of here!”
Breech yanked James to his feet and ran down the hallway in the direction the hedgehog left. Bolts of plasma splashed on the walls around them, melting metal and hissing sparks wherever they hit. James drew his handgun and fired a few rounds at the cultists.
“Just run, you crazy son-of-a-bitch!” Breech screamed at him.
Breech suddenly skidded to a halt and caught James, forcing him to do the same. They had almost tumbled over a balcony overlooking a science lab. The results would not have been pretty. “Bugger…” muttered James.
Breech turned to James. "Climb on my back," she ordered him.
James didn’t know what she had planned, and felt silly doing what she asked, but he trusted her. Breech gritted her teeth and climbed over the balcony, looking down about sixty feet. Then she gripped the wall with her claws tightly, puncturing metal, and slid down, her claws leaving gaping tears in the walls. The noise was like fingernails down a blackboard, only about two-thousand times more ear-churning.
They reached the floor of the lab safely. High above them, cultists were swearing a lot. Breech shook James off her back, “Okay, we're still alive. Now what?” she asked.
James looked around and noticed that one massive chunk of the wall was missing, a large cave gaping beyond it. They must be up against the crater wall...
“Not much choice... let's see where this cave leads to.”
Breech nodded and flexed her claws, “I wonder if that biological weapon escaped,” she said thoughtfully.
James rubbed his neck as he ran towards the cave entrance. "Didn't look like a weapon to me..."
“It threw you across the room on contact,” Breech answered, “It survived 10,000 years in cyro, and when it came out, it wasn't even sleepy. And weapons or no, it didn't consider me a danger. Did you hear it? It said ‘Don't insult me’. What's more, it didn't attack me once I dropped my weapons...” Breech blinked, “Damn! I left them behind!”
“Well, we can discuss it later, but a weapon is not something you give a body and mind…” James replied.
“Speak for yourself…” Breech muttered.
The two of them raced into the cave, leaving the cultists far behind them. It seemed that they had given up chasing the pair. But why? It didn’t seem right for religious fanatics to just give up. As the two travelled deeper in, an unnatural dread filled James’ heart, although he knew of nothing there that should have made him feel that way.
And then he saw the glow. Lights glistening in the darkness, at the other end of the tunnel. Drawn to the light, they continued on.
“Oh my gods...” Breech whispered, as she saw the gems, “They do exist... I am so getting a promotion for this...”
They were indeed the Chaos Emeralds. Five stones sat on a simple altar in a particularly wide part of the cave, their eerie luminescence filling every corner. The partners gazed at them in wonder.
Breech's mouth opened and closed a few times, then she reached for one of them. As she picked it up, a deep rumble filled the cave. A deep, chilling voice seemed to echo off the cave walls and in their very minds.
Welcome.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” James mumbled.
Breech, who had also heard the voice, replaced the Emerald carefully, “Er... on second thoughts, forget that promotion. Let’s go now.”
Oh, I can't allow that. Not until I've learned all about you... Your darkest secrets and deepest fears...
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End Of Chapter Fifteen
Harley: THEY ARE SO FUCKED!
Froggy: Hey! We put in Shadow!
At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
~~~
Harley: Another update. By now you should reckon that we do them about once a week. I could do it more often, but I like to give you time to leave reviews.
Froggy: You heard what she said. Review it now!
Harley: And don’t worry about the sex. We’ll get to it.
~~~
Chapter Fifteen: Break-In
“They act like the Dark Legion, but they’re not,” James muttered to Breech, “What are they?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” said Breech, “The Cult of Darkness. With a name like that, they can’t be good.”
James looked at the two robed guards. One of them looked like a canine of some sort, but it was hard to tell between the hood and all the metal in his face. The other was a short, ugly rat with no visible implants. The canine stepped forward and held his hand up.
“Halt! What is your business here?”
James took the initiative and spoke, “We were held up by important business. We merely wish to rejoin the group."
“I was not informed of any other visitors. Show me your authorization.”
James almost smiled. It was time to take the role of pissed-off superior, “Authorization? Authorization?! Do you have any idea who I am?!”
"Well... uh... no, sir... I don't...I mean..."
James stood up taller and poked the cultist in the chest.
“You would dare to prevent ME access to this temple to our great and terrible lord?! Get out of my way this instant, or I am going to volunteer your sorry ass to be a sacrifice!”
“Well… um…”
The rodent guard stepped in to help his confused companion, “Of course you can enter! Please, accept my apologies, great one! My associate here is a little slow...”
James turned his nose up and looked down at the cultist guards. “Very well. Apology accepted... this time. Come, my friend,” he said, gesturing for Breech to follow him.
I can’t believe that actually worked…
The cat and the fox entered the mysterious structure. They found themselves in a series of metal corridors, dusty and rusted with age. Broken computer terminals spanned its length. Old lighting flickered on and off, still working despite the eons the thing must have lain there. The technology was even more advanced than anything Robotnik had ever made, but it was obvious that it had been built long before his time.
“Whoa... And it just looked like a lump of rock from outside...” Breech said, “But that can't be right! This thing is supposed to be about... 10,000 years old!”
James pondered, “But if this thing is that old... who built it?”
“And what power source could last this long?” Breech asked, pointing at the lights.
Both of them looked at each other, the answer obvious, “The Chaos Emeralds!”
“They must be supplying it with power,” Breech mused, “No wonder Robotnik wants them!”
James frowned and wiped the dust off of a wall panel, revealing large red letters than seemed familiar to him, "A... R... K. ARK. What does that mean?" he asked.
“I don't know... I think there was an Ark in old legends... it saved furries from a flood or something... I don't know the whole thing. Maybe this Ark is named after that one?”
James shook his head. “Maybe... I just don't get it. How is an ancient, Overlander structure with technology comparable to Robotnik's buried out here in the middle of the desert?”
“It might have been some kind of spaceship that crashed,” Breech suggested, “But that's impossible. It's far too old.”
"It’s like some sci-fi movie I saw...it was about a spaceship from the future that got sucked into a black hole and crashed on Mobius centuries in the past."
Breech just sneered, “Let's find the main control panel... maybe we can get info off that.”
James nodded, and they continued their journey through the corridors of the building, looking for some kind of control room, or at least something that would lead them to it. After wandering the place for an hour, they came upon a room that looked like it may have been a command center or lab. They walked up the short flight of stairs that led to the main floor and approached a computer terminal that had a holographic display.
“I wonder if it still works,” Breech commented, and flicked a promising green switch.
The screen above their heads flickered to life, but all that was seen was static. James could hear an angry, somewhat aged voice repeating over and over the same phrase: "All you ungrateful humans... All you ungrateful humans... all you ungrateful humans..." Obviously, the thing wasn't working too well. But still, after thousands of years...
"When in doubt..." Breech hammered her fists on the keyboard experimentally.
Suddenly, the picture cleared, revealing an old, bald human with a handlebar moustache... he reminded James of Robotnik, "All you ungrateful humans, who took everything away from me... will feel my loss and despair!"
"Do you have anything else to say?" another voice asked off-camera.
"No..." Suddenly, the picture disappeared, the red words "transmission ended", on screen.
James shivered involuntarily, "Someone didn't sound happy...."
"That old guy... was in a straitjacket and cuffs," Breech said, "He was about to die." She touched the screen, “We could be here for hours and not find anything... let's try to find that energy source.”
A schematic of a very large hemispherical station came on screen, showing them the details of the thing they found themselves in. James observed the map and stored it in his electronic memory bank for future reference... and then his ears twitched as he heard several feet marching in unison, somewhere in the corridors behind them.
“We shouldn't be here!” Breech whispered to James, “What are we gonna do?”
James wasn't sure. He peered out of the doorway and looked down the hall. Six cultists were marching in a rectangular formation, carrying a large metal and glass tube between them. Fog rolled off the obviously cold device, and some blurred figure was contained within. James quietly drew his sword and whispered, “I say we ambush them.”
Breech shrugged and pulled out her staff, “Okay... you kill half, I'll kill half,” she suggested, as the metal bar elongated itself.
James pressed a button on his sword, and it hummed to life. He crouched down at one side of the doorway and waited... waited... struck! He launched himself at three of the cultists, cutting them down before they knew what hit them. Breech used her staff to crush one cultist’s skull, and then killed the other two with sharp kicks to the stomach and neck, using her claws to disembowel them. James raised an eyebrow, admiring her gruesome work, and nodded his approval. He turned his attention to the icy container on the floor.
“Hmm... I wonder what this is?”
“It looks like a cyrostasis tube - Robotnik's developing them in his search for immortality...” Breech wiped off the condensing ice and read a faded word, "Project Sh-sh-sha d-d-dow... Shadow?"
James frowned and looked at the word with her. “Hmm… strange.” He looked at a control panel attached to the tube and asked, “Do you think we should thaw this out?”
“No way,” Breech shook her head, “It's been in there for 10,000 years, and Robotnik will definitely want to see it. If we wake it without a special thaw tank, it could die from shock,” Breech protested, “Don’t you press that button, James, don’t you press that-”
James rolled his eyes and pressed the ‘thaw’ button. “Whoops.”
“NO!” Breech shrieked, and then grabbed James by the shoulders, “Did you want to kill it?!” she snarled, slamming him up to the wall, “If it dies my neck's for it!”
James narrowed his eyes. Maybe he did want to kill it. Maybe he was crazy enough to cause indiscriminate destruction. It wasn’t like he had a whole lot going for him, being the enemy of his friends and the friend of his enemy.
“Yeah, kinda like me when you killed Max... Look, if it dies, we just don't tell Robotnik about it. Simple.”
“It's not that easy!” Breech snapped, “For a start, I suck at lying!”
A hissing sound came from the cryo-chamber. They both turned to look at it.
“Let's move it,” she said, “Nobody wants to wake up to a heap of bodies.”
James nodded and walked towards the pod. He bent down to grasp the device… when suddenly a white-gloved fist smashed through the glass and gripped his throat. The fox gurgled his surprise and looked past the broken glass and white steam, and into blood-red eyes. Angry eyes. He was lifted and hurled across the room, one-handed. James’ vision swam with stars as he slammed into the corridor wall and slumped to the ground.
“I told you not to open it!” Breech shouted at him as he slumped, her mind working quickly. She looked at the thing emerging, and reached for her weapon.
The creature emerged. It crawled out the broken pod and got to its feet, revealing a hedgehog with black and red fur, a tuft of white on his chest. He was clothed only in white gloves and sneakers. His eyes were red and burned with an intensity that James had never seen before in an organic. The hedgehog looked at Breech and the glock she was aiming his way. He sniffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Don’t insult me,” he said.
Breech stared at the hedgehog, who started towards her. Instinctively she dropped her staff and her gun, “I'm not dangerous!” she insisted, paws in the air.
The hedgehog paused and looked around at the old, dusty station. His eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed. His ears twitched as if he could hear something they could not. He turned to Breech again. “If you value your lives, leave now while you still can…”
“There's nothing here,” said Breech, “Nothing but dead technology and dust.”
The hedgehog smirked wickedly. “You wish. There's far worse things here then that...”
“Hey, there they are! Get them!” a cultist shouted. They had been spotted, and a large mob of cultists armed with energy weapons were running their way. They looked pissed.
“Don’t hit the host!” shouted another.
The hedgehog frowned as he looked at them, and took off down the hallway at ridiculous speeds, gliding on what appeared to be jet shoes of some kind.
“Damn, he's fast,” Breech muttered, and looked at the approaching cultists, “Come on James, let's get the hell out of here!”
Breech yanked James to his feet and ran down the hallway in the direction the hedgehog left. Bolts of plasma splashed on the walls around them, melting metal and hissing sparks wherever they hit. James drew his handgun and fired a few rounds at the cultists.
“Just run, you crazy son-of-a-bitch!” Breech screamed at him.
Breech suddenly skidded to a halt and caught James, forcing him to do the same. They had almost tumbled over a balcony overlooking a science lab. The results would not have been pretty. “Bugger…” muttered James.
Breech turned to James. "Climb on my back," she ordered him.
James didn’t know what she had planned, and felt silly doing what she asked, but he trusted her. Breech gritted her teeth and climbed over the balcony, looking down about sixty feet. Then she gripped the wall with her claws tightly, puncturing metal, and slid down, her claws leaving gaping tears in the walls. The noise was like fingernails down a blackboard, only about two-thousand times more ear-churning.
They reached the floor of the lab safely. High above them, cultists were swearing a lot. Breech shook James off her back, “Okay, we're still alive. Now what?” she asked.
James looked around and noticed that one massive chunk of the wall was missing, a large cave gaping beyond it. They must be up against the crater wall...
“Not much choice... let's see where this cave leads to.”
Breech nodded and flexed her claws, “I wonder if that biological weapon escaped,” she said thoughtfully.
James rubbed his neck as he ran towards the cave entrance. "Didn't look like a weapon to me..."
“It threw you across the room on contact,” Breech answered, “It survived 10,000 years in cyro, and when it came out, it wasn't even sleepy. And weapons or no, it didn't consider me a danger. Did you hear it? It said ‘Don't insult me’. What's more, it didn't attack me once I dropped my weapons...” Breech blinked, “Damn! I left them behind!”
“Well, we can discuss it later, but a weapon is not something you give a body and mind…” James replied.
“Speak for yourself…” Breech muttered.
The two of them raced into the cave, leaving the cultists far behind them. It seemed that they had given up chasing the pair. But why? It didn’t seem right for religious fanatics to just give up. As the two travelled deeper in, an unnatural dread filled James’ heart, although he knew of nothing there that should have made him feel that way.
And then he saw the glow. Lights glistening in the darkness, at the other end of the tunnel. Drawn to the light, they continued on.
“Oh my gods...” Breech whispered, as she saw the gems, “They do exist... I am so getting a promotion for this...”
They were indeed the Chaos Emeralds. Five stones sat on a simple altar in a particularly wide part of the cave, their eerie luminescence filling every corner. The partners gazed at them in wonder.
Breech's mouth opened and closed a few times, then she reached for one of them. As she picked it up, a deep rumble filled the cave. A deep, chilling voice seemed to echo off the cave walls and in their very minds.
Welcome.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” James mumbled.
Breech, who had also heard the voice, replaced the Emerald carefully, “Er... on second thoughts, forget that promotion. Let’s go now.”
Oh, I can't allow that. Not until I've learned all about you... Your darkest secrets and deepest fears...
~~~
End Of Chapter Fifteen
Harley: THEY ARE SO FUCKED!
Froggy: Hey! We put in Shadow!