This fic was completely inspired by a song I heard on YouTube and this story is for all the fans of a certain evil hedgehog (name will be divulged soon), most will know him instantly but for those who have not heard of him… well lets just say that he's viewed as the personification of everything evil in the world. This guy (although he a fucking psycho) has a big fan base so I thought it might be a grand idea if he had a son. Want to know how it turns out… then read on and please review. ENJOY!! (contains violence, murder, rape (only 1 scene), a little foul language but also some good things as well).
The Light in the Darkness
Chapter 1: The Beast Wears Green
The bell rang with a merry jingle as the seemingly average customer walked through the shop door, one green and black trainer steps through quickly followed by the other until the whole body has entered the small store. Looking around with apparent interest the customer quickly discovered what he came looking for in the first place, advancing towards the rack that held all manner of sunglasses in all different kinds of colours and styles the stranger gingerly picks up a pair and tries them on. Not to his liking the stranger instantly drops them to the floor and proceeds to pick another pair, he had previously owned a pair of red shades but he felt that now was the time for a decent change. Red was now definitely out of fashion so once he had thrown them to the ground and crushed them under his powerful shoe he embarked upon a small quest to discover a pair that would enhance his image… looks were after all very important if not everything to him.
Finally he found a pair that suited his tastes, black they were, the same colour as his leather jacket… but it was also the same colour as his heart. The colour black seemed to suit him; it went perfectly with the green pigment of his fur, he felt somewhat blessed to have been born that way for it seemed to symbolize everything that he was… cruel. He was poison or death to anyone who had come into contact with him his entire life, most would view the colours black and yellow to be the personification of evil but to him the colour yellow only meant one thing… fear. He had never been afraid of anything his entire life but plenty of people, if not everyone, feared him, his name had become a byword for cruelty, malice and insanity across mobius thus making him unique in that respect… and he loved it.
He would drink in these feelings of malice and fear that others felt towards him and then would unleash his fury on anyone who crossed his field of vision no matter the age or sex of the victim, occasionally he would seek out vulnerable victims usually young women living alone would be his primary targets. His usual plan of attack would be to sneak into the house or fake a desperate need for aid and rely on their kind nature to let him enter their homes and then he would strike, first he would force himself upon them but once they had succumbed to his vile lust he would quickly grow bored… then the true monster inside would reveal itself. When his victim lay broken and beaten at his feet, he would pull out his favourite blade which he kept in a special compartment attached to the back of his right shoe. Slowly, so as to cause as much pain as possible, he would drag the sharp blade across their throat and gaze into their eyes as the last minutes of life left them as if trying to make the sense of fear the last thing that would cross their minds before they perished… such are the simple pleasures in life for him.
Once the sunglasses had been acquired he headed for the checkout, the green furred stranger could have easily walked out of the store without paying… but that would have been very boring indeed. Walking casually up to the counter he rang the little brass bell that was situated on top of the wooden surface and within seconds the shop owner appeared. It became immediately obvious to the customer that the store owner simply had no idea who he was for the old man who greeted him did not display the usual signs of recognition, pupils dilating, trembling, heartbeat increasing rapidly and sometimes shedding tears. Such ignorance caused the green furred stranger's eyebrows to twitch, such a pathetic specimen of life not knowing who he was deeply offended his pride… and for that he would pay. It had always been his intention to shed a little blood, but now you could say he had a good reason to do so… or what passed as a good reason in his twisted mind.
"Good Afternoon sir, I see you have made an excellent choice in eyewear".
"What?", came the snappy reply from the seething customer.
"My apologies sir", quickly retorted the shop owner who saw that the purchaser was getting quite angry for what seemed like no reason at all and tried desperately to defuse the situation, "I said that you have made an excellent choice in what you have chosen to buy today, that'll be two mobicrons please".
"Don't you know who I am?", came the remark.
The old man looked quite dumfounded as he pondered over that question, looking at his customer up and down he couldn't see anything that made him wonder if this individual was anyone famous… or notorious. The old man placed his furred hand under his chin and ruffled his fur as he tried desperately to think of who this character might be, first he stared at his black leather jacket and pristine white gloves… nothing. Then he stared at his green fur and quills, it was tatty and a little greasy but other than that nothing jogged his mind. Finally he stared into his eyes, those sapphire orbs that seemed to radiate innocence and kindness were nothing more than a perverted disguise for what evil truly shone through them. In the end he had to conceive defeat.
"I'm sorry but I don't, now it'll be two mobicrons please", he said with a hint of frustration in his voice.
The green furred individual let out an eerie chuckle at the shop owners reply to his question, "Ignorance will not be bliss for you my friend, I promise you that much", he thought to himself. Bending down in front of the counter he reached for his right trainer and pulled an eight inch steel blade out of his custom designed compartment located at the back of the heel, within an instant of withdrawing the blade the green menace held it to the left side of the old man's neck.
"I will tell you who I am", came the sly comment followed by a malicious toothy grin.
He held the blade closer to the man's neck, so close in fact that it cut through the thick fur and penetrated the skin.
"I am the laughter in the shadows".
The blade now punctured through the first layer of flesh causing a small trickle of blood to seep from the wound and making the defenseless store owner wince in pain.
"I am the darkness of nightmares".
Deeper the blade penetrated causing more blood to trickle from the ever expanding wound.
"I am a plague of malice upon the world".
The blade was now almost fully embedded in the old man's neck, he could not speak as the sharp knife had severed his vocal chords thus causing a steady flow of blood to protrude from his mouth. He could feel his strength waning and the feeling of life steadily seep out of his body, a tear fell from his right eye and trickled down his withered face, but if his last hope had been to inspire some feeling of mercy in his attacker then his gamble had failed.
"I am the best fucking badass anyone has ever seen, and my name…".
Now the old man would learn of the name of his assailant, a name that was the personification of evil and madness, arrogance and pride, just as the force of life left his body he heard the name that so many others before him had heard and had taken with them to the afterlife.
"… is Scourge the Hedgehog",
With those words uttered he ripped the knife from the victim's neck sending a thin mist-like spray of blood splattering across the wall. As the store owner's lifeless body fell to the ground, the green hedgehog was suddenly overcome by the wonderful feeling of ecstasy that he only felt when a life had been so brutally taken. It made him all but unstoppable and it made him lust for more. Taking his sweet time so as to savor the moment, the green monster knelt down and sheathed his weapon. Donning his newly acquired black shades, Scourge headed for the door. Standing outside in the midday sun the green hedgehog let the warm sunshine illuminate his fur; he closed his eyes and let the warmth flow into him. It felt so satisfying having taken another innocent life and now basking in the heat, almost as if the gods themselves were heaping praise upon him for such an act of barbarity. Opening his eyes, Scourge glanced across the street in front of him at the everyday hustle and bustle of Mobians either heading to or from certain destinations.
"Mobotropolis is certainly heaving on this fine day, this gives me plenty of time to choose a specific… playmate", he said quietly to himself.
Mobotropolis was indeed packed, eight hundred thousand citizens lived within its borders and they all had one thing in common… they all lived in total fear of the monster who hid in the shadows and struck at will. No-one had ever laid eyes of the green hedgehog and lived to tell others about the ordeal, he was always careful not to leave any witnesses therefore he felt an unnerving sense of glee that the poor fools had not a face nor even a name to call their worst nightmare. It gave him an indirect sense of power and control over them… and he loved it. Taking a seat on a nearby bench overlooking the opposite side of the street he was currently situated on, Scourge delved deep into the memories of his past. It has been years since he had murdered his parents and begun the life of the down and out street kid, his mother and father had known from an early age that something was not right with their only son, it started with small but disturbing findings such a butchered animals in his room either under his bed or in his closet… then it got worse. When he was young, no older that seven or eight, he would attack other children either the same age but often younger than him for either small infractions or for no reason at all… which was often the case. The climax of his early school years came when he beat a four year old girl to within an inch of her life, apparently when she cried out for mercy it only served to spur him on to continue the vicious assault until she could cry no more. No tears or sense of guilt moved him, the fact that he had this poor creature's life within the palm of his hand made him feel all but god-like. When the ordeal was finally over, the poor girl was left with not only a broken arm, fractured collar bone and several cracked ribs but the mocking laughter of her attacker ringing in her ears.
After that day, the green monster had been due to be sent for some sort of medical treatment… it was a last desperate attempt by distraught parents to help their son, little did they suspect that he was already forever lost to them. Two days before he was due to be sent for treatment, Scourge took a kitchen knife to his parents whilst they slept peacefully in their bed, they had been his first victims and their names were the first to be added to a long list of those who followed in their wake. A very horrific act many would view, especially since he was no older than ten at the time. From that day onwards, Scourge left his home and never looked back thus resigning himself to a life of survival of the fittest. It was now that he chose to give himself the name that would forever be known as a byword for everything corrupt and barbaric in society, a name that would become a veil of evil across the entire city… Scourge.
He was now sixteen years old and in those six years since he left home he had always resided himself to the life of the lone wolf, street gangs of kids his age had found out to their dire cost that he was not the sort to take shit from anyone. Those that fought him either never lived for more than a few minutes after challenging him, or had been scared into silence for the rest of their lives lest they invoke his wrath upon them when they least expected it, others however offered to join him but they became bitterly disappointed when he turned his fury on them as well. In his warped mind, to lead a gang would have meant sharing power with others over the sacred citizens of Mobotropolis, and that was something he was simply not willing to do… the power of fear and control over others would forever be his and his alone.
As he continued to ponder over the memories of his past, a fascinating image disrupted his concentration. Lowering his shades so as to gain a clearer view of the figure across the street he felt totally drawn to this person, a pink female hedgehog approximately no older than fifteen years of age wearing a luscious red dress and boots was walking casually along the sidewalk with seemingly not a worry or care in the world. Scourge could not take his eyes of this stunning female, his heart began to beat at twice the normal rate and he felt a great sense of heat erupt throughout his entire body. Standing up he ran his hands through his quills and straightened his jacket in a pathetic attempt to make himself look somewhat presentable.
"This bitch looks hot, perhaps I should go over and introduce myself to her", he said as a malicious toothy smirk crept across his face.
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Well there you go folks the first chapter of my new fic is complete. This guy is truly warped don't you agree, you might be able to guess whats gonna come next but if you don't then brace yourselves. Also, the Mobian currency, or Mobicron, is my own creation. No-one (at least no authors that I know of) have come up with a name for the currency that the people of Mobius would use, some say that gold rings are used as currency but I kindda think that's a bit dull. Please feel free to use the 'Mobicron' as the standard currency for the planet and don't worry I'm not gonna go COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT on anyone's ass for this, just remember that you heard it here first. Finally I must give credit to YouTube for allowing me to discover exactly who Scourge was in the first place, anyway I hope you will all continue to follow this story through to the end and I'll do my utmost best to not disappoint you. CHOW!!