At The End Of The Tunnel
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Category:
+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
4,173
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Traitor
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At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
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Harley: Look, could you review more than once? Tell me what you think of each chapter? Please? And then you'll get a treat later... tasty and full of yummy Vitamin Sex!
Froggy: Sex is a vitamin?
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Chapter Eight: Traitor
When James opened his eyes the next morning, the first thing he saw was Breech leaning against the wall, a large stick in one paw. She appeared to be muttering in her sleep. Nack was lying face down in her lap, snoring loudly – and for real this time.
Now would be a really good time to kill them both, reasoned his Royal Guard’s thoughts, while he looked at his sword.
But of course, he couldn’t do that. He’d made a deal with the feline – Breech. And while he knew she was a murderer, a traitor, a spy and a liar… there was still too much about her he didn’t know… and too many questions he still had to ask.
He crawled over and tapped her on the shoulder. There was a blur of movement, and he was suddenly on his back with his own sword pressed to his throat. Then her eyes opened.
She’s just waking up, James thought, admiration clouding his fear, She started moving while she was still asleep!
Breech blinked, “Oh, it’s just you,” she said, sounding rather relieved, “Morning, Prower.”
“Morning Breech, glad to see you’re not a slow riser,” James managed, “Uh… Can I have my sword back?”
“Huh? Oh, yes.” Breech got off James, and dropped his sword at his feet. She walked over to Nack, who hadn’t actually been woken when Breech had jumped at James, “Nack, it’s time to get going, we’ve got terrorist rebels to rat on.”
James half expected her to smile.
She didn’t.
~~~
The journey back to Robotropolis was not overly pleasant. Breech didn’t seem comfortable about looking at James’ face, and Nack wouldn’t talk to him at all, acting as if he didn’t exist. They didn’t run into anybody though, for which James was grateful – the last thing he wanted was to be recognised with these two criminals. Walking there took almost the entire day.
When they reached Robotnik’s throne room, which had once been Max’s throne room, James watched as Nack and Breech bowed before Robotnik.
Breech elbowed James, “Bow,” she whispered, “Unless you want to be kneeling in the gutter looking for your head.”
James bowed, disgusted at himself.
“Who is this, Loader?” Robotnik’s voice even sounded fat.
Breech’s voice lowered itself to a low quaver, “Er… his name is Stone, sir. Axel Stone. He, uh, helped us find Knothole.” She smiled, “We found Knothole!”
“You did?” Robotnik was suddenly an excited pile of blubber, “Where? Show me on this map!”
Breech nodded, and picking up a large pen, marked a reasonably accurate area on the map she was given. James gritted his teeth – he could only hope that Knothole had been evacuated safely. He felt like a traitor…
“And Stone… I suppose you want to work for me?”
“Yes, Doctor Robotnik.”
“I can see the armour. There are very few Royal Guards left. I hope you killed one for it?”
“No, Doctor. It’s mine.”
“And your grudge is…”
James thought quickly, “Max thought I was better suited on the battlefield rather than for interrogation… so I’m gonna prove him right. When we bring him down, I want to pull his bastard son’s intestines out with my claws.”
Robotnik laughed, “You’re sure? Most just want to fuck his daughter.”
James felt slightly sick, “Yes, I want to make that ignorant little shithead suffer.”
“Very well… at least you won’t have to share,” Robotnik leered down at James, “Do you know why the good guys always win, Stone?”
“Er… they get lucky?”
The disgustingly obese Overlander continued to leer, “You will find, Stone, that there are no such things as good guys or bad guys. There are only the winners, who write history, and the losers, who become that history.”
“Er… yes sir.”
“Loader knows it. Nack knows it. And now you know it. In a hundred years, children’s history books will recount the terrorist organisation based at Knothole that tried to destroy the technological advancements of Lord Robotnik’s Empire. In other words, they will be the bad guys.”
James felt sick at the thought of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren learning from that history book. But no matter how insane the Doctor was, his words had an echo of truth – history was written by the winners, and they could write what they wanted.
But it only strengthened his resolve to fight – and win.
Robotnik cleared his throat, “Repeat after me, Stone… I, Axel Stone, swear my life-long service to the great, magnificent, and inordinately handsome Doctor Robotnik, soon to be Emperor of Mobius.”
James repeated the words.
“Now kneel,” James knelt, “Remove your armour and lay your sword before me.” James complied, and watched as the sword was examined closely, “These peons may know nothing about the significance of a Royal Guard’s sword, but I do. Even you turncoat wretches know it.”
Snively scuttled forward and hung dogtags around James’ neck – dogtags identical to those that Nack and Breech wore. James became aware of a very slight vibration from them.
“These tags are made of Metagel, the strongest metal on Mobius. Only recently developed, there is nothing stronger, not even your sword. They will only be removed in the event of your head being removed from your shoulders. They will enable you to detect when another agent is near.”
James looked at Nack, who was playing with his tags absent-mindedly.
“And now, as you show your final alliegance to me… you will execute this traitor.”
A young fox was lead into Robotnik’s throne room.
“Another of my mercenaries found this little idiot trying to send information to Knothole. Spies disgust me. Unless they are my spies. Now…” Robotnik tossed James a gun, “Kill him.”
James stared at the fox. He was barely into adulthood – he couldn’t be much older than Tails. Breech hadn’t told him about this part of the initiation. He looked at the gun.
“I’m waiting, Stone.”
James looked up at Robotnik. He wanted nothing more than to fire the bullets into the obese dictator. But then he’d never get out of this place alive, and anyway, Snively would take charge, and he would mimic his uncle as much as possible. So James gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. There was an empty *click*.
“Now watch while Nack does it with bullets,” said Robotnik. Nack drew his gun and fired, once into the cub’s kneecap, another time into his stomach, and finally into his chest. The boy slumped to the ground, gurgling quietly, “Oh, come now, Stone,” Robotnik chuckled, seeing James’ face, “You didn’t think I was fool enough to give a Royal Guard a loaded gun in my presence?”
James just stared at the cub, who was dying slowly on the ground. It would probably take about an hour for him to die.
“You are dismissed, Stone.” Robotnik heaved himself out of the chair and waddled away, laughing quietly to himself, as James seethed.
Once he was out of the room, Robotnik turned to a shadowy figure, “I know I’ve seen his face before. It’s just a feeling, but I trust my hunches. Follow him. If anything is out of place, I want to know.”
~~~
End of Chapter Eight
Harley: Sorry for the slightly short chapter. But if you’d seen the length of it before I split it in two…
At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
~~~
Harley: Look, could you review more than once? Tell me what you think of each chapter? Please? And then you'll get a treat later... tasty and full of yummy Vitamin Sex!
Froggy: Sex is a vitamin?
~~~
Chapter Eight: Traitor
When James opened his eyes the next morning, the first thing he saw was Breech leaning against the wall, a large stick in one paw. She appeared to be muttering in her sleep. Nack was lying face down in her lap, snoring loudly – and for real this time.
Now would be a really good time to kill them both, reasoned his Royal Guard’s thoughts, while he looked at his sword.
But of course, he couldn’t do that. He’d made a deal with the feline – Breech. And while he knew she was a murderer, a traitor, a spy and a liar… there was still too much about her he didn’t know… and too many questions he still had to ask.
He crawled over and tapped her on the shoulder. There was a blur of movement, and he was suddenly on his back with his own sword pressed to his throat. Then her eyes opened.
She’s just waking up, James thought, admiration clouding his fear, She started moving while she was still asleep!
Breech blinked, “Oh, it’s just you,” she said, sounding rather relieved, “Morning, Prower.”
“Morning Breech, glad to see you’re not a slow riser,” James managed, “Uh… Can I have my sword back?”
“Huh? Oh, yes.” Breech got off James, and dropped his sword at his feet. She walked over to Nack, who hadn’t actually been woken when Breech had jumped at James, “Nack, it’s time to get going, we’ve got terrorist rebels to rat on.”
James half expected her to smile.
She didn’t.
~~~
The journey back to Robotropolis was not overly pleasant. Breech didn’t seem comfortable about looking at James’ face, and Nack wouldn’t talk to him at all, acting as if he didn’t exist. They didn’t run into anybody though, for which James was grateful – the last thing he wanted was to be recognised with these two criminals. Walking there took almost the entire day.
When they reached Robotnik’s throne room, which had once been Max’s throne room, James watched as Nack and Breech bowed before Robotnik.
Breech elbowed James, “Bow,” she whispered, “Unless you want to be kneeling in the gutter looking for your head.”
James bowed, disgusted at himself.
“Who is this, Loader?” Robotnik’s voice even sounded fat.
Breech’s voice lowered itself to a low quaver, “Er… his name is Stone, sir. Axel Stone. He, uh, helped us find Knothole.” She smiled, “We found Knothole!”
“You did?” Robotnik was suddenly an excited pile of blubber, “Where? Show me on this map!”
Breech nodded, and picking up a large pen, marked a reasonably accurate area on the map she was given. James gritted his teeth – he could only hope that Knothole had been evacuated safely. He felt like a traitor…
“And Stone… I suppose you want to work for me?”
“Yes, Doctor Robotnik.”
“I can see the armour. There are very few Royal Guards left. I hope you killed one for it?”
“No, Doctor. It’s mine.”
“And your grudge is…”
James thought quickly, “Max thought I was better suited on the battlefield rather than for interrogation… so I’m gonna prove him right. When we bring him down, I want to pull his bastard son’s intestines out with my claws.”
Robotnik laughed, “You’re sure? Most just want to fuck his daughter.”
James felt slightly sick, “Yes, I want to make that ignorant little shithead suffer.”
“Very well… at least you won’t have to share,” Robotnik leered down at James, “Do you know why the good guys always win, Stone?”
“Er… they get lucky?”
The disgustingly obese Overlander continued to leer, “You will find, Stone, that there are no such things as good guys or bad guys. There are only the winners, who write history, and the losers, who become that history.”
“Er… yes sir.”
“Loader knows it. Nack knows it. And now you know it. In a hundred years, children’s history books will recount the terrorist organisation based at Knothole that tried to destroy the technological advancements of Lord Robotnik’s Empire. In other words, they will be the bad guys.”
James felt sick at the thought of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren learning from that history book. But no matter how insane the Doctor was, his words had an echo of truth – history was written by the winners, and they could write what they wanted.
But it only strengthened his resolve to fight – and win.
Robotnik cleared his throat, “Repeat after me, Stone… I, Axel Stone, swear my life-long service to the great, magnificent, and inordinately handsome Doctor Robotnik, soon to be Emperor of Mobius.”
James repeated the words.
“Now kneel,” James knelt, “Remove your armour and lay your sword before me.” James complied, and watched as the sword was examined closely, “These peons may know nothing about the significance of a Royal Guard’s sword, but I do. Even you turncoat wretches know it.”
Snively scuttled forward and hung dogtags around James’ neck – dogtags identical to those that Nack and Breech wore. James became aware of a very slight vibration from them.
“These tags are made of Metagel, the strongest metal on Mobius. Only recently developed, there is nothing stronger, not even your sword. They will only be removed in the event of your head being removed from your shoulders. They will enable you to detect when another agent is near.”
James looked at Nack, who was playing with his tags absent-mindedly.
“And now, as you show your final alliegance to me… you will execute this traitor.”
A young fox was lead into Robotnik’s throne room.
“Another of my mercenaries found this little idiot trying to send information to Knothole. Spies disgust me. Unless they are my spies. Now…” Robotnik tossed James a gun, “Kill him.”
James stared at the fox. He was barely into adulthood – he couldn’t be much older than Tails. Breech hadn’t told him about this part of the initiation. He looked at the gun.
“I’m waiting, Stone.”
James looked up at Robotnik. He wanted nothing more than to fire the bullets into the obese dictator. But then he’d never get out of this place alive, and anyway, Snively would take charge, and he would mimic his uncle as much as possible. So James gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. There was an empty *click*.
“Now watch while Nack does it with bullets,” said Robotnik. Nack drew his gun and fired, once into the cub’s kneecap, another time into his stomach, and finally into his chest. The boy slumped to the ground, gurgling quietly, “Oh, come now, Stone,” Robotnik chuckled, seeing James’ face, “You didn’t think I was fool enough to give a Royal Guard a loaded gun in my presence?”
James just stared at the cub, who was dying slowly on the ground. It would probably take about an hour for him to die.
“You are dismissed, Stone.” Robotnik heaved himself out of the chair and waddled away, laughing quietly to himself, as James seethed.
Once he was out of the room, Robotnik turned to a shadowy figure, “I know I’ve seen his face before. It’s just a feeling, but I trust my hunches. Follow him. If anything is out of place, I want to know.”
~~~
End of Chapter Eight
Harley: Sorry for the slightly short chapter. But if you’d seen the length of it before I split it in two…