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To my Sonic Friends, sorry.

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Behind his mask, deep in his mind, he cursed at the female echidna. He knew the Opal’s power was obvious but he hadn’t been aware of how obvious. Clearly it’s reach was farther than he anticipated. Though it looked as though he was simply listening to her talk, he was also smelling the air. He could smell her but also someone else nearby. He wasn’t sure where they were but he made sure not to react or move too suddenly, else the female’s companion chose to pounce at him from where ever they were hiding. Tall, stiff ears gave a slight twitch before he opened his mouth to respond. 

“You came because of what I have found. What do you intend to do if I chose to showed it to you?” He asked flatly, a flicker of Chaos sparked from his back, ever so slightly increasing the potency of the power that poured from his cabin. “Be warned, if you have intent to use it for destruction, I’ll hold no mercy for you or your hidden companion in a fight. I’ve promised to guard this item, and I am willing to do so with my immortal life.”

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Two figures emerged from the nearby woods, weapons holstered, and a rather calm demeanor. However, things were boiling up inside, as they reach their final destination. The detector had been turned off, its readings growing steadily more hectic as they neared the place; Lien-da having no interest in experiencing first hand its explosion. The hooded scanned the area, nodding toward a door; The presence of livestock proving that the place was indeed inhabited. Stacking next to the previously mentioned door, Lien-da’s companion awaited her order, and she responded in signs, urging him to remain hidden,  unless action was absolutly necessary. a trump card of sort, would things go badly. One knock, Another. And now, she waits.

Tall ears jolted upward at the knocking on his door. Sparks of Chaos flickered up his spinal scar before calming again. He slowly moved toward the fireplace, grabbed the opal and dropped it in a nearby bucket of ash to hide its vibrant colours from the door. Once he was sure it wouldn’t be seen, he walked to the front door and opened it steadily, his full figure becoming visible to the other. His size was intimidating to most as he was twice as tall than the average hedgehog. 

Dark crimson irises locked onto the echidna at his door. He’d not seen another echidna before, having only observed Sonic’s friend, Knuckles. Scar wore his usual, emotion masking, stoic expression as he opened his mouth and began to speak. “Who are you and what do you want?” His tone was flat and void of positive or negative emotion. He’d practiced this stone cold front for fifty years since his departure from the Ark, he was confident that anyone and everyone would be convinced that he was wholly uninterested in everything.

“State your business quickly, I’ve got dinner to finish preparing.” He grumbled, His breathing calm and steady.

As she stood before the door, ignoring wether the inhabitant obvious Attempt at threatening her -Goodness, she’d seen far worse things in her life- , Lien-da was now visibly wincing, nearly loosing her footing as the wave of energy washed accross her throught the small gap. there was absolutly no need for any kind of reader anymore, as the signal strenght was powerful enough for the Grandmaster to feel it on her own. To say it was painful was an euphemism, but the metaphorical sword currently lodged in his head would have to wait.

Of course, her companion was just about to reveal himself to try and help her, but a seemingly benign gesture for anyone not aware of its meaning kept him in place, althought reluctantly. “I think you know exactly what i’m here for, mister.” She replied, hiding the pain best of her abilities.” It’s hard not to feel what’s coming from inside your house, and given what it did to our equipement, it’s only fair that someone had to come and investigate, don’t you think ? Don’t worry, i won’t ask you for compensation.” Not that ayone could compensate for the rather difficult to synthetise materials needed to built computer parts found in her ship deck, anyways. Keeping the facade was becoming harder and harder, however, and cracks were starting to show.

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The warm welcome home caught Scar off guard for a moment before he let out a gentle chuckle and returned the embrace, nuzzling the side of his partner’s head affectionately. When Char stole a kiss, the older male returned it in kind, a smile gracing his lips. “Sorry to have got up and left so suddenly this morning, Char.” When Char backed away from him, Scar blinked with confusion before understanding. “Ah, right. I’ll explain once I get a bit more comfortable.” 

Scar placed his white emerald on the mantle of the fireplace before retrieving the Chaos Opal. “I went to the Ark. It’s been decades since I was last there. I needed to know the state of the place. I wanted to feel comfortable in knowing that the place was inactive before moving forward with my life with you by my side.” He brought the Opal into view of Char. “I wasn’t expecting to find an Eighth Chaos Emerald laying dormant up there.”

“Gerald had left a note with it.” He started. “He called it a Chaos Opal. Said it was more powerful than even the Master Emerald. I’m not sure if they made it or if they found it somewhere. But he did ask me to guard it and to keep it away from Angel Island. He also said to never join it with the other seven Chaos Emeralds.”

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It had taken a good chunk of time before it was deemed safe to go back to he and Scar’s shared cabin. Char had found it odd that his partner had left so early in the morning with little to no warning, the look on Scar’s face indiscernible. Char had bid him good morning sleepily from where he had taken up a majority of Scar’s bed upon his leaving it, hoping to absorb all the warmth from the empty area that the life form had left, and wished him a safe journey.

Char worried, that would be easy to see in the way he paced well into the afternoon after rousing himself from bed and dressing.

And when Scar had reappeared so suddenly, the hedgehog had eagerly launched himself into the man, holding him in a firm embrace that clearly expressed how much he had missed him. Even that short amount of time without the man had felt an eternity. 

“Yer back.” The relief was tangible, but ears had folded not a moment later as Char stepped abck and shot a confused gaze up to the salmon quilled male. “What’s that? That energy? It…it feels different.”

And outrageously powerful. 

“You don’t have ta tell me where you went. M’just…glad yer back. That yer alright.” He had been delirious with sleep when Scar had departed this morning, and Char had been left in confusion, wondering just where his companion had gotten off to.

However, it didn’t stop him from stealing a kiss and flashing the man a cheeky grin. “Ya left without a mornin’ kiss too~.” The tease sobered up soon enough though. “It must have been important fer ya ta leave so abruptly…an’ so early.”

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The unconscious male had withdrawn inside himself, allowing the Chaos inside him to regain strength. Though he wasn’t physically active, his mind was buzzing. His thoughts running through all that he’d been through. His birth, Gerald raising him, the gladiator pit, his accident, Gerald’s betrayal, the discovery of the new Shadow. The only reactions he had were mental. his body as still as stone. The newer the memories the more his mind reacted. The instant he landed on the planet from the Ark, his first meal in the wild, a few berries that tasted horrible, his first hunt, his first kill, his first home. Sixty years of memories flew by. He watched himself become more and more cold to the world, more desensitized to his own actions, all the times he’s stolen and killed for his own survival. 

Then came the day he met Char in that alley, his effortless slaughtering of those officers felt like nothing to him. He remembered intending to leave Char behind. That was before he had noticed his injury. Suddenly his memories slowed, his mind wanting to truly take in and savour the memories he had with Char, every smile, every touch, every laugh. The tenderness. Sixty years of hardship and bottled emotions melted in an instant, all because he allowed someone to get close. 

The smell of something burning flooded his mind, twisting his memories into nightmares. Nightmares of Char in danger. His body reacted at last, his snout wrinkling, brow furrowing and fangs baring, a deep snarl rising in his throat. A once dormant Chaos signal flared to life within the large male as his eyes snapped open, his crimson eyes glowing like spotlights for a moment. He then bolted into a sitting position and looked around frantically. “CHAR!!” Was his first word said upon waking. Once he locked onto the emerald male and saw that he was alright, he started to calm down again. Once calm he looked around again, slower. 

“Where are we? Are you alright?” He asked, more concerned about Char than anything else.

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The shove delivered to his person was the last thing he expected, His ears pinned back as an odd mixture of emotions swirled in his head. Anger that he was shoved for seemingly no reason, sadness that he had somehow hurt Char with his words, and worry as the other demanded he never say such things. He was fully prepared to leave. thinking that he had been rejected again, before suddenly being pulled down into a kiss. The action confused Scar as it came in direct conflict with how Char initially reacted. He didn’t know Char’s full past but assumed that word was associated with a very damaging experience, degrading its true meaning for the younger male.

Scar hesitated when the other hugged him, unsure if smaller male wanted to be hugged in return, but he soon allowed a loose hug. “I’m sorry… I… I’ll never say that again.” It pained him to promise such a thing but if it meant never hurting Char again and never bringing tears to his eyes again, he would gladly keep such a promise. 

When he was told to leave his super form, he looked over to where his inhibitors had flown off and started to walk toward them, picking one up along the way and hooking it onto his wrist. His fur returned to normal as he he gathered the others up and put them on.

“You’re wrong.” He started his back turned to Char and his voice flat. Despite how cold it seemed, it was actually a display of trust, his weakest area was exposed to Char, the scar on his back. “If I hadn’t gotten involved with you, I’d’ve never known happiness again. I would’ve lived an eternity hating everyone and trusting no one. I have lived here for fifty years alone and fully accepting the reality that brought” He turned his head so he could look over his shoulder at Char. “You’ve changed how I look at the world. The colours… that surround us. There is more than just grey.” He turned around fully, tears running down his cheeks. “There is also aqua and chartreuse.”

His eyes, once focused on Char, fell to the grass at his feet, more tears pouring from his eyes. Flashes of his past raced through his eyes, the happiness he felt, the sadness that followed afterward. Then suddenly he fell to his knees before dropping to the ground with a hefty THUD. He’d used too much energy in his super form and it had finally caught up to him. The blood in the grass started to soak into his fur as he passed out from exhaustion.

The following days had been filled with Char finding them a place to lay low, a new zone entirely, for the time being. His stitches, as expected, had popped again from hefting the unconscious life form around, Scar far heavier than he seemed, a creature built of dense and thickened muscle, clearly.

Instead of worrying about stitches again, Char had used his own blade, reddened in a flame that he had built for the two of them, tucked away within a ventilated cave deep within the wilds, and had cauterized the wound to stop it’s consistent bleeding.

Every day that the man remained unconscious, gave Char all the more time to think about his next course of action. 

About their next course of action. 

Scar’s words, they had touched Char in a way he hadn’t been touched before. Had awakened something within him that he currently had no name for. 

And he was reluctant to lose that. Just as reluctant as Scar had been days prior. 

The deep grey and salmon quilled hedgehog was currently lain out atop a makeshift bed of moss and leaves, Char having cleaned the blood from the dense fur as best as he could with what little they had. His hoodie currently rested atop Scar, shielding him from the chill of the cave. And Char, prodding at the flames currently roasting some meat (meat that had started to burn thanks to his distracted thoughts), hoping beyond hope that Scar would wake soon.

He could feel the dwindling levels of energy within his partner. Could feel just how weak he had become fighting those officers.

All for Char.

It wasn’t a sentiment to be soon forgotten.

Char owed this man his life in so many ways. And, if he were honest, he regretted being the reason that tears had come to those gorgeous rubies all those days ago now. A shaken breath was exhaled through a nose, the fugitive gripping to the front of the torn shirt he wore. Torn into rags and bandages for himself, and to clean Scar.

His chest had been acing persistently ever since that unwanted confrontation with the officers. They had shattered every last shred of security and true happiness that Char felt he could melt into. Their little slice of heaven had been torn from them.

The scent of charred meat filled his nose, and he scrambled to pull the meat off, exhaling in a ragged huff of stress after the burned morsels were freed of the flame. He wasn’t particularly hungry anyhow, but he did regret ruining what he had hoped to be a small meal, for himself, and perhaps Scar if he happened to wake. Char refused to sleep until Scar was conscious again, the bags having returned beneath his eyes, the exhaustion thick. 

It didn’t matter how he felt though. If he stopped, they would be overrun, attacked, caught unawares. 

He wouldn’t risk that again.

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Tall ears jolted upward at the knocking on his door. Sparks of Chaos flickered up his spinal scar before calming again. He slowly moved toward the fireplace, grabbed the opal and dropped it in a nearby bucket of ash to hide its vibrant colours from the door. Once he was sure it wouldn’t be seen, he walked to the front door and opened it steadily, his full figure becoming visible to the other. His size was intimidating to most as he was twice as tall than the average hedgehog. 

Dark crimson irises locked onto the echidna at his door. He’d not seen another echidna before, having only observed Sonic’s friend, Knuckles. Scar wore his usual, emotion masking, stoic expression as he opened his mouth and began to speak. “Who are you and what do you want?” His tone was flat and void of positive or negative emotion. He’d practiced this stone cold front for fifty years since his departure from the Ark, he was confident that anyone and everyone would be convinced that he was wholly uninterested in everything.

“State your business quickly, I’ve got dinner to finish preparing.” He grumbled, His breathing calm and steady.

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The radius of Scar’s Chaos Energy was wide he could feel all sorts of movement in the trees. He usually ignored it but since happening upon the Opal, it began to make him anxious. Was it just an animal or was it someone seeking the Chaos Emerald? He had no way of knowing that did not involve abandoning his cabin, leaving it open for sneaky hands to grab up the jewel. 

“I’ve got to relax. It’ll do me no good if I’m on constant alert like this.” He turned to his chopping stump and started to chop up some fire wood, hoping his chores would help his calm down. it did to a degree, but he still found himself looking up into the trees every now and then. Gathering up the wood he chopped he scurried inside and started a fire in the fireplace. “Just remain calm, you paranoid old fool. If it’s some sort of inter-dimentional police force or whatever, being nervous and sketchy won’t paint you in a very innocent light.” He muttered to himself as he moved to the small kitchenette and started to chop some wild herbs, tossing them in a rough cauldron with some water. 

The silence that hung in the air was stale, stagnant, suffocating. Only the sound of his knife cleaving the herbs brought the mildest comfort. The distant clucking of his chickens in their pen began to swell however. They could feel it too, the approaching presence from the forest. They were probably filing into their hen house for protection by now. “Any moment now.” He spoke as he plopped a hunk of deer meat onto the cutting board in front of him.

Two figures emerged from the nearby woods, weapons holstered, and a rather calm demeanor. However, things were boiling up inside, as they reach their final destination. The detector had been turned off, its readings growing steadily more hectic as they neared the place; Lien-da having no interest in experiencing first hand its explosion. The hooded scanned the area, nodding toward a door; The presence of livestock proving that the place was indeed inhabited. Stacking next to the previously mentioned door, Lien-da’s companion awaited her order, and she responded in signs, urging him to remain hidden,  unless action was absolutly necessary. a trump card of sort, would things go badly. One knock, Another. And now, she waits.

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The radius of Scar’s Chaos Energy was wide he could feel all sorts of movement in the trees. He usually ignored it but since happening upon the Opal, it began to make him anxious. Was it just an animal or was it someone seeking the Chaos Emerald? He had no way of knowing that did not involve abandoning his cabin, leaving it open for sneaky hands to grab up the jewel. 

“I’ve got to relax. It’ll do me no good if I’m on constant alert like this.” He turned to his chopping stump and started to chop up some fire wood, hoping his chores would help his calm down. it did to a degree, but he still found himself looking up into the trees every now and then. Gathering up the wood he chopped he scurried inside and started a fire in the fireplace. “Just remain calm, you paranoid old fool. If it’s some sort of inter-dimentional police force or whatever, being nervous and sketchy won’t paint you in a very innocent light.” He muttered to himself as he moved to the small kitchenette and started to chop some wild herbs, tossing them in a rough cauldron with some water. 

The silence that hung in the air was stale, stagnant, suffocating. Only the sound of his knife cleaving the herbs brought the mildest comfort. The distant clucking of his chickens in their pen began to swell however. They could feel it too, the approaching presence from the forest. They were probably filing into their hen house for protection by now. “Any moment now.” He spoke as he plopped a hunk of deer meat onto the cutting board in front of him.

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Scar was unaware of his on coming company as he slipped into his cabin and placed the powerful emerald on the mantle of his fire place. He had noticed that it seemed to be glowing a little brighter then before but simply dismissed it as the emerald reacting to his own unstable Chaos energy. As he placed his other emerald beside it his highly sensitive ears twitch and swivelled, picking up the sound of branches and leaves rustling. 

“Wind? Or something else?” He asked himself. The elder hedgehog stepped out of his cabin and looked up at the trees, watching them roll about as though the wind had picked up. Something inside him said that something was coming. He just didn’t know what. His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something shiny in the sky. “What…?” 

It hadn’t crossed his mind that the energy from the new emerald could have reached into space. How many had detected the emerald? How many would he have to fight off to protect it? He hoped that whomever was on that shiny object would be an ally rather than an enemy.. The last thing he needed was a major energy drain on his body. He did want to have to go super but if it meant keeping the Opal safe, he would.

Lien-da stepped into the forest, using a portable sensor to guide herself throught the dense foliage and toward her goal.Of course, she wasn’t alone, having brought someone along. two clicks were heard in her left ear, where a radio bead was sitting. No life signs so far. It was either a very good news, or a future ambush in the making. Replying with the same code, she prayed for the sooner and steeled herself for the later, as she hastened the pace and reached a clearing. There, she waited. It did not take long as a hooded echidna with a permanent smirk on his face showed himself before Lien-da. Still without a word, she nodded at him, and together… They went toward their now identified target. a small house, not far from there.

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Scar was unaware of his on coming company as he slipped into his cabin and placed the powerful emerald on the mantle of his fire place. He had noticed that it seemed to be glowing a little brighter then before but simply dismissed it as the emerald reacting to his own unstable Chaos energy. As he placed his other emerald beside it his highly sensitive ears twitch and swivelled, picking up the sound of branches and leaves rustling. 

“Wind? Or something else?” He asked himself. The elder hedgehog stepped out of his cabin and looked up at the trees, watching them roll about as though the wind had picked up. Something inside him said that something was coming. He just didn’t know what. His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something shiny in the sky. “What...?” 

It hadn’t crossed his mind that the energy from the new emerald could have reached into space. How many had detected the emerald? How many would he have to fight off to protect it? He hoped that whomever was on that shiny object would be an ally rather than an enemy.. The last thing he needed was a major energy drain on his body. He did want to have to go super but if it meant keeping the Opal safe, he would.

The opal emerald

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A quick stop and the unity would once again be on its way, these were her orders. Not that they had a long way ahead of them, of course, but Lien-da Largely being on the move rather than anchored in one area. Not when they were heading back home.

Fate as always, had other plans, however. A sudden energy spike would be felt by her Ship’s sensors, throwing most of them in disarray, and spooking the helm, who already had a fire extinguisher ready to counter its computer’s overheat eventual fiery end.

Fortunately, safety protocols were employed , and the worst did not come to bear. Still, it left them mostly blind to the wider world… save for the spike’s last location.

Perfectly aware of what it meant, Lien-da muttered words i could not possibly repeat without risking a jail time and ordered only the fastest of repairs, for they had a new destination to reach. The ship was hovering in place, its massive size hidden through very old stealth field technology the dark legion pained to put back together, not helped at all by their species’s self imposed technological dark age. But this was beside the point, and soon , a smaller, but very visible drop ship made its way down, bent on investigating the why and how of their current predicament.

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The Opal Emerald

(Open RP event, do not reblog, link back to this in a separate post. Remember to @ me.)

The emergence of this new and powerful Chaos Emerald started a chain reaction. All of the Chaos Emeralds, including the Master Emerald, lit up suddenly no matter where they were. As though trying to warn anyone nearby that something had appeared. Something that, if fallen into the wrong hands, could result in the destruction of the very universe itself. The Seven seemed to scream for anyone’s attention. The Master Emerald itself screamed for anyone near Angel Island. 

The Opal Emerald radiated and surged with more power than Scar had ever seen in a Chaos Emerald. Upon grabbing a hold of the rainbow jewel, the scarred hedgehog felt a sudden surge of energy rush through him, making his fur stand on end and his scar spark erratically, threatening a Chaos Eruption. 

“What... What is this power? It’s stronger than any Chaos Energy I’ve ever felt.” He spoke to himself. “Something of this caliber cannot fall into evil hands.” Using his white emerald, Scar teleported back to the planet below, back to his cabin in the woods. “Would it be safe here? The sheer power this Emerald gives off is bound to be detectable.” He looked over his humble cabin. “Where else could I hide such a thing?” He sighed. “I’ll simply have to guard it with my life.”

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A note from Gerald to Scar

A slip of paper clung to the Opal Emerald.

‘Shadow, if you find this Chaos Opal, keep it safe, keep it hidden. Do not deliver it to the Alter of Chaos on the echidna island. There is something different, odd about this gemstone. It’s stronger than the Chaos Jewels. It may even rival the Master Emerald. If you must go to the island, stash the Opal away somewhere far from the Seven and the Master. 

The Opal is no ordinary Chaos Emerald, it’s something much, much stronger.’

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Memories

The dark and dormant halls of the Ark creaked and whined. Not a soul had roamed these halls in many years. A sudden burst of light changed that in an instant as the sound of metal colliding with metal echoed against the walls. Straightening his back, the new occupant looked around. Memories came flooding back through his head, memories of following scientists and listening to them talk. Taking a breath through his nose, he wasn’t surprised when he couldn’t smell anything, none of the once comforting smells lingered. He knew there wouldn’t be after sixty years but some part of his subconscious had hoped there would be at least a little something. He woulda accepted the smell of the lab rats over nothing at all.

He had landed in one of the many lab rooms. Which one, though? He didn’t remember. When he lived there all he cared about was where ever Gerald was. His dark crimson eyes locked onto the lab door before his feet began to move toward it. The halls were dark, it seemed this part of the Ark hadn’t had power in a long time. Thankfully, the scarred hedgehog didn’t need lights to see where he was going as he navigated the halls. He peered into an open door and spotted a familiar pod of green fluid. He wrinkled his snout at it as he remembered who had once been incubating there, his ears folding back against his head a moment before he resumed down the hall.

Further down he came upon a window leading into a large dome. He remembered that dome all too well. The triumphs he had in there... as well as the suffering he endured. And the accident... Sparks flickered along his spinal scar at the memory. He closed his eyes, turned his head away from the window and continued down the hall. He soon entered the dining hall where the air finally had a scent, though not a very pleasant one. It smelled of rotting food. How was there still food to rot after sixty years? Could it have something to do with being in space? Perhaps, but that didn’t matter to him. He came for more than smells. This dining hall had nourished him for almost ten years. Oh the foods he got to taste. Cake, pie, bread, chocolate... So many delicious foods that he now avoided because of the memories they brought back to him. despite the smell in the room, he found himself salivating at the memory of chocolate. He swallowed sharping and composed himself before moving on.

He came upon the room he was looking for. The room that birthed him sixty years ago. He took a deep breath and stepped inside, approaching his incubation pod and placing a hand on it. It was smaller then he remembered, then again he was smaller back then too. from the corner of his eye he spotted an old journal on a nearby desk. He stepped closer and looked it over, reading the last entry. 

‘He vanished yesterday, one of the scientists said they saw him running for the escape pods. I fear he may have seen the other container, the other specimen. He might’ve thought we I was trying to replace him. If only I could tell him that he wasn’t being replaced. That the other specimen is designed for Maria. But I suppose I’ll never get the chance now. I hope he finds peace someday. I hope he can one day find it in himself to forgive me for all I’ve done and all I’ve kept from him.’

Two toned ears folded back against his head. Salmon fingertips gently glided over the signed name ‘Gerald’ at the bottom of the entry. Crimson eyes quickly flicked to a faint light coming from beside the pod. He moved toward the light and dug through the piles of useless machinery. He soon found where the light was coming from. A gemstone that glittered with iridescent rainbows. “An opal? That glows?” He muttered to himself as he picked it up. The white emerald he possessed began to glow with the opal an it finally clicked. “A new Chaos Emerald? An EIGHTH Chaos Emerald?” 

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The shove delivered to his person was the last thing he expected, His ears pinned back as an odd mixture of emotions swirled in his head. Anger that he was shoved for seemingly no reason, sadness that he had somehow hurt Char with his words, and worry as the other demanded he never say such things. He was fully prepared to leave. thinking that he had been rejected again, before suddenly being pulled down into a kiss. The action confused Scar as it came in direct conflict with how Char initially reacted. He didn’t know Char’s full past but assumed that word was associated with a very damaging experience, degrading its true meaning for the younger male.

Scar hesitated when the other hugged him, unsure if smaller male wanted to be hugged in return, but he soon allowed a loose hug. “I’m sorry... I... I’ll never say that again.” It pained him to promise such a thing but if it meant never hurting Char again and never bringing tears to his eyes again, he would gladly keep such a promise. 

When he was told to leave his super form, he looked over to where his inhibitors had flown off and started to walk toward them, picking one up along the way and hooking it onto his wrist. His fur returned to normal as he he gathered the others up and put them on.

“You’re wrong.” He started his back turned to Char and his voice flat. Despite how cold it seemed, it was actually a display of trust, his weakest area was exposed to Char, the scar on his back. “If I hadn’t gotten involved with you, I’d’ve never known happiness again. I would’ve lived an eternity hating everyone and trusting no one. I have lived here for fifty years alone and fully accepting the reality that brought” He turned his head so he could look over his shoulder at Char. “You’ve changed how I look at the world. The colours... that surround us. There is more than just grey.” He turned around fully, tears running down his cheeks. “There is also aqua and chartreuse.”

His eyes, once focused on Char, fell to the grass at his feet, more tears pouring from his eyes. Flashes of his past raced through his eyes, the happiness he felt, the sadness that followed afterward. Then suddenly he fell to his knees before dropping to the ground with a hefty THUD. He’d used too much energy in his super form and it had finally caught up to him. The blood in the grass started to soak into his fur as he passed out from exhaustion.

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Despite the effort of the firing officers, the bullets they shot at Scar were ineffective, their paths curving around him and rocketing into the forest behind him. “You’re weapons cannot harm me! I am the original Shadow the Hedgehog!” He summoned his daggers, the blades now white withe Chaos power, both sparking with instability. 

Through his rage, he heard Char’s voice. His eyes softened slightly but soon sharpened again. “Don’t worry about me! Get somewhere safe!” He called to Char, keeping his focus on the cops in front of him. Reeling back, Scar whipped one at the retreating officer. The weapon plunged squarely in the officer’s back before exploding, the cop’s blood raining down on them.

As the blood rain fell and soaked the cops, Scar bolted forward and, using his second dagger and claws, slashed through the No Zone Cops, Heads flew, arms dropped, blood spilled. Scar was an unstoppable force, a powerful killing machine. Any blood that fell on his glowing fur sizzled away without a trace. 

As the last cop fell and the blood rain ended, Scar stood among the mangled corpses. Alert ears twisting and flicking seeking any sounds that would indicate that there were more coming. He hoped that the cop hadn’t managed to successfully get his call through. But he was prepared in case it had. The glowing male, turned his attention to Char. Only then did he realize that this form was a symbol of his dedication to the younger hedgehog, a symbol of unending devotion to one man, a man he’d kill for. A man he’d die for. 

“Char.” He spoke softly, this form bringing an angelic hue to it. “I wasn’t sure of it at first, but now I know it’s true.” He paused, approaching Char and placing a hand on his cheek. He pressed his forehead against his partner’s and whispered. “Char, I love you. I love you with all my heart, all my soul, all my being.” Another pause. “You are my everything for all of eternity.”

Many would have been horrified, terrified at the carnage before them. Any sane person would have cowered in fear or tucked tail and ran, especially when the one causing such mayhem, the one visibly and physically emanating sheer amounts of unstable energy, stood before them. 

But Char was no sane man. And these levels of power? They lured him in just that much more. He had no time to revel in it. In the meaning of it. Because, only one things had taken up residence in his mind. And it was that the man he had come to care for in so short a time, was endangering himself by using said power. 

The fugitive had been just about to speak his worry into reality, when he found his vision enveloped by the very man himself. But the words? They probably had the opposite affect to what Scar had been hoping for. A hand shoved the super back and Char’s ears had fallen to his head, his hues tortured. Tormented. Conflicted. Angry.

“Don’t say that! Please...don’t say that...” Words that had been tinged with resentment and a deep seated bitterness, words that had grown impossibly weak at the end and wavered. Despite his apparent distaste for the word, he still stepped back in and dragged the taller make down into a firm press of lips. A kiss that more than expressed that Char felt much the same. That he was worried, scared, but most of all, relieved. Relieved that Scar was alright.

When he eased away from those lips, he wrapped his arms about the others middle and pressed his nose into the thatch of fur on his chest. “Don’t say that…cause I can’t take it from you.” It was so odd, that his words spoke one thing, but the tightening hold about Scar spoke another.

It wasn’t the word itself that had upset Char, but the meaning behind it. The meaning that Char had given it. 

Manipulation. Abuse. That Scar only wanted something from him, so he used honeyed words to get just that.

Because everyone else in his life had used those words to bend him to their will. To trick him into compliance and use him, only to discard him once he no longer fit their need.

Char hadn’t even realized the tears when they started, nor the shaking from his core. He turned his pained aquas up to peer into Scar’s own.

“Now…let go of this form. Yer gonna injure yerself if you keep it up. They’re gone. We have time before reinforcements show.” The guilt was back, and his breathing grew unsteady. “I didn’t want them to find us. To find you.” Because now, Scars very way of life was in danger. His home? It would be razed. Burned to the ground, much like Char’s had been a year prior. Every animal here would be slain. Nothing would be left of what Scar had built for himself.

And it was Char’s fault. “I told you.. You never should’ve gotten involved with me. I got too comfortable here… They’re gonna come back. They’re gonna see the bodies…the blood…” He needed to leave, but…he couldn’t risk leaving Scar behind to face the next onslaught of officers alone. There might still be a way to fix this, but if they had even an inkling of a suspicion that Scar was in favor of the fugitive, they would attack him.

“M’sorry Scar. I’m so, so sorry…”

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Despite the effort of the firing officers, the bullets they shot at Scar were ineffective, their paths curving around him and rocketing into the forest behind him. “You’re weapons cannot harm me! I am the original Shadow the Hedgehog!” He summoned his daggers, the blades now white withe Chaos power, both sparking with instability. 

Through his rage, he heard Char’s voice. His eyes softened slightly but soon sharpened again. “Don’t worry about me! Get somewhere safe!” He called to Char, keeping his focus on the cops in front of him. Reeling back, Scar whipped one at the retreating officer. The weapon plunged squarely in the officer’s back before exploding, the cop’s blood raining down on them.

As the blood rain fell and soaked the cops, Scar bolted forward and, using his second dagger and claws, slashed through the No Zone Cops, Heads flew, arms dropped, blood spilled. Scar was an unstoppable force, a powerful killing machine. Any blood that fell on his glowing fur sizzled away without a trace. 

As the last cop fell and the blood rain ended, Scar stood among the mangled corpses. Alert ears twisting and flicking seeking any sounds that would indicate that there were more coming. He hoped that the cop hadn’t managed to successfully get his call through. But he was prepared in case it had. The glowing male, turned his attention to Char. Only then did he realize that this form was a symbol of his dedication to the younger hedgehog, a symbol of unending devotion to one man, a man he’d kill for. A man he’d die for. 

“Char.” He spoke softly, this form bringing an angelic hue to it. “I wasn’t sure of it at first, but now I know it’s true.” He paused, approaching Char and placing a hand on his cheek. He pressed his forehead against his partner’s and whispered. “Char, I love you. I love you with all my heart, all my soul, all my being.” Another pause. “You are my everything for all of eternity.”

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Scar had hoped Char was still asleep but that wasn’t the case, his ears folding back against his head as his eyes tried to remain cold. He didn’t want to show his partner that he was scared or worried. But when Char got off the bed and approached him with those questions, he knew that the other had seen through his mask, his eyes softening for a moment before quickly sharpening at the sound of movement just outside. 

Scar did what he could to help Char hide his presence from the cabin, though it broke his heart to have to do so. He had hoped that his home would have been remote enough to keep them from finding them for at least month if not longer. But that clearly wasn’t the case. When his partner told him what he was going to do, the elder male momentarily looked away to compose himself before returning his gaze to the other. He wanted to say so much but couldn’t find his voice.

The pull was met with no resistance and the desperate kiss was met with one of sorrow and longing. A gentle hand caressed Char’s cheek once last time. “I…” He started but soon closed his mouth, his ears pinned back. He watched Char head for the second door as he moved to the front. He watched Char leave and just as he started to turn to face the front door, he heard a voice yell and then gunshots followed. 

Time seemed to slow around Scar as he sharply turned and sprinted for the second door, sparks flying from the scar on his back, the tips of his dark grey quills tinted white. He ran through the door and skidded between Char and the Zone cops. His eyes were alight with fire, pure hatred for those who’d seek to take away his only reason for living.

“You want him!?” He snarled. “You’ll have to get through me!” He roared. Suddenly his spiked Inhibitor rings flew off his wrists and ankles. Without his inhibitors to keep his Chaos energy contained, the sparks and lightning spread across his body, creating a blinding light around him. As the light dimmed it revealed that he had somehow managed to unlock his super form without the Chaos Emeralds. His fur was near white and his salmon stripes had turned gold. Bolts of Chaos energy flew off his body and into the ground around him, the didn’t seem particularly picky about what they made contact with. Such powerful energy overwhelmed the area around the cabin, the plants turning an unnatural shade of bright green, the water in the pond turning neon blue. 

“Just try and take him from me, you worthless vultures.” He threatened, taking on a defensive stance.

The bullet had struck home. Char exhaled shallowly as the officer dropped to the ground, gurgling and groaning as he suffocated within his own blood.

The group of officers around the front had already crossed the short distance of the porch, and had just lifted their own weapons when Scar appeared so suddenly.

The fugitive spun in a panic on his heel, his pistol brandished at the other officers, only to step back in alarm when his companion stood before him. Panic seized his heart, and his breath stilled, Char wasn’t sure what he had expected upon seeing Scar, but…the change to his visage, the way his voice boomed unnaturally so, the overwhelming amount of Chaos that permeated the air…

…it was terrifying.

Breathtaking.

His quills were whipped about his face with the intensity of the accumulating power. Char felt as if he’d stepped into an ethereal dream…or a nightmare.

Gunfire echoed, the shots fired at the now super hedgehog, one of the officers retreating and calling over his communicator for backup to be sent to the area, his voice shaking.

It was clear they had come here today expecting to ask about, and maybe find a fugitive of the law, beaten and bedraggled, injured and unable to fight back.

Not a supercharged hedgehog capable of pulling off a super form with nothing more than the power at his own fingertips.

But no, as much as Char wanted to appreciate the beauty and terrifying magnificence of the man before him, he knew all too well how devastating maintaining this form could be for Scar. Already, he was inching closer to the hedgehog, fighting down the very real urge to run from this place, from his fear of the officers that stood against them, and instead wishing to reach his partner. 

His pistol was still raised, but more so to shield his eyes from the blinding glow. “Scar! Be careful! Please!!” The hedgehog was still more than prepared to use his weapon on the officers, but Scar stood between them. And he wasn’t about to level his gun at the glowing male.

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Scar had hoped Char was still asleep but that wasn’t the case, his ears folding back against his head as his eyes tried to remain cold. He didn’t want to show his partner that he was scared or worried. But when Char got off the bed and approached him with those questions, he knew that the other had seen through his mask, his eyes softening for a moment before quickly sharpening at the sound of movement just outside. 

Scar did what he could to help Char hide his presence from the cabin, though it broke his heart to have to do so. He had hoped that his home would have been remote enough to keep them from finding them for at least month if not longer. But that clearly wasn’t the case. When his partner told him what he was going to do, the elder male momentarily looked away to compose himself before returning his gaze to the other. He wanted to say so much but couldn’t find his voice.

The pull was met with no resistance and the desperate kiss was met with one of sorrow and longing. A gentle hand caressed Char’s cheek once last time. “I...” He started but soon closed his mouth, his ears pinned back. He watched Char head for the second door as he moved to the front. He watched Char leave and just as he started to turn to face the front door, he heard a voice yell and then gunshots followed. 

Time seemed to slow around Scar as he sharply turned and sprinted for the second door, sparks flying from the scar on his back, the tips of his dark grey quills tinted white. He ran through the door and skidded between Char and the Zone cops. His eyes were alight with fire, pure hatred for those who’d seek to take away his only reason for living.

“You want him!?” He snarled. “You’ll have to get through me!” He roared. Suddenly his spiked Inhibitor rings flew off his wrists and ankles. Without his inhibitors to keep his Chaos energy contained, the sparks and lightning spread across his body, creating a blinding light around him. As the light dimmed it revealed that he had somehow managed to unlock his super form without the Chaos Emeralds. His fur was near white and his salmon stripes had turned gold. Bolts of Chaos energy flew off his body and into the ground around him, the didn’t seem particularly picky about what they made contact with. Such powerful energy overwhelmed the area around the cabin, the plants turning an unnatural shade of bright green, the water in the pond turning neon blue. 

“Just try and take him from me, you worthless vultures.” He threatened, taking on a defensive stance.

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The elder hedgehog chuckled when his partner caught his bottom lip between his teeth, the toying more than welcome. Upon the release of his lip, he gave the malleable flesh a slow lick, picking up the taste of the younger male’s saliva. “Mmm~ I’ll look forward to it. Though I think I’ll be able to last longer than you think I will.” He teased, never once breaking eye contact with Char.

Scar watched his bedmate as he stretched and laid himself down apart from him, his usually tall. proud ears lowering slightly. Though those dual coloured ears perked up as a smirk grew on his lips. He allowed the final peck of lips and for Char to huddle himself in the blanket, then he calmly pulled the bundle close, the other’s quills hardly being a concern to him.

“Mmm... I’ll be sure to wake you for breakfast, babe.” He purred, nuzzling his face into the back and side of Char’s neck. “After a shock like that, you’ll need the extra rest.” Scar’s words started to mush together as sleep slowly overtook him, his strong arms embracing the smaller male almost protectively. It didn’t take long before he had completely fallen asleep.

The next morning, Scar had woken up and was already taking care of a few chores, standing outside and chopping wood. They would need the extra resource for that night. He had left the cabin to a cold breeze against his skin. The thumping and cracking of chopping wood filled the surrounding forest with its sound. A breeze flowed around the dark male, bring a chill and an odd scent. He paused in his chore and sniffed deeply, ears twisting rapidly in an attempt to hear anything that wasn’t normal. SNAP! A twig. THUMP! A boot on mossy dirt. Someone was near. A threat? Scar wasn’t going to risk Char’s safety. He hurriedly gathered up the chopped logs and rushed into the cabin. He locked the front door tight before storing the wood with the others. He sent a quick glance to Char to see if he was awake or not. 

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Though it was a little curious that Char feared the dark, Scar did quickly come to understand. Much of his partner’s past had moulded him and left their own long lasting marks on the poor hedgehog, much like with himself. “Do what makes you most comfortable, my dearest. I want this place to be a haven, a sanctuary for you.” He cared so deeply for Scar and he wanted him to be happy always.

Upon the younger’s return to the bed and his comments on the wound, Scar split his focus in half, one on said wound and the other on Char himself. though the comment directed at his touches to the other’s thigh did raise a blush to the elder male’s cheeks. “I apologize. If that problem does come up...” His demeanour changed sharply to one of lust. “..I’ll be more than happy to take care of it for you~” Another example of his moods swinging as a result of his unstable energy. 

Watching Char get comfortable and listening to him speak, accepting the feather light kiss, made a humble smile grow on Scar’s lips. “I promise, I’ll give you a kiss to make you all better afterward.” With that he set his focus on the wound. Carefully he removed the damaged stitches and discarded them on the bloodied gauze, making sure to clean the wound as he progressed. Upon the removal of the last stitch, he prepared a needle and thread to re-stitch it closed. He made sure that he thoroughly closed the injury once more before rewrapping Char’s leg, tying it tight. 

He assessed his work before crawling up carefully and gently kissing his lover’s lips. “There we go. All better. Let’s try to take it easy from now on. We keep that pace up and I’ll end up running out of thread and gauze.” He chuckled lightly.

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when you think about it, Scartreuse is a modified Shadourge and Shadourge is a modified Sonadow. 

Scartreuse is Sonadow.

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I need a nap.

oof.