Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ M-Team ❯ The Accidental Revenge ( Prologue )

Highway Special High-Speed Party M-Team

What the hell was this thing they were chasing after! Sam growled as he used a burst of the Super Nitro to increase his speed. This thing was even faster than that little blue guy! Holy SHIT! A turn! Sam tried to direct his racer towards the bend while applying the brakes, hard. Yet he just didn't have the strength, as all the G's throttled him, sticking him to the back of his seat. He panicked, his pupils retracting in horror as the curb grew closer and closer with reckless speed.

*CRASH*

Mary Speed looked at the letter she held in her tight grasp, her shaking hand and down turned head her only sign of inner turmoil. Her thoughts clashed in random chaos as the words in the vile parchment echoed through her head in a seemingly endless repetition. Sorry to inform, inform you…Sam Speed…work-related accident…car crash, crash…now in stable condition…coma… unknown amount of time…financial problems have been taken care of…coma…coma…coma…Mary Speed crumpled the letter and threw it into the waist basket in the corner of her living room. She reluctantly removed herself from the recliner that occupied a small corner in the apartment she shared with her elder sibling. She ran a hand through her short, wavy, orange hair in frustration. Work related…bullshit. This was not related to Sam's regulation job. This was related to a certain short, spiny blue thing that had ruined their lives. Mary collapsed on the ground with a growl that shortly turned into gasping sobs of varying volumes. She held herself in a lonely, tight embrace as she spoke in a soft, trembling voice.

"Sam, you bastard. How could you leave your little sister like this? How am I supposed to find work? I told you that you couldn't race as well but…no. No, you just had to take that stupid job, didn't you?" Tears caressed the features of the five feet seven inches tall eighteen-year old as they ran down her face. After an hour, after her pain-wracked sobs had diminished to the occasional shudder, and she stood. This…this thing that had ruined her brothers life would not live much longer. Nowhere would be safe and nowhere would it be able to hide. She would have her revenge.

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The Police chief's secretary ran in the door to his office, disturbing the Zen-like quality he had established in the slightly-smaller-than-he-would-have-liked space. The slightly heavy-set man growled, but it didn't seem to have any affect on the onna, who also appeared to be in a panic. A worried look crossed his tanned features.

"What is the meaning of this, Sakuwa-san?!"

"Gomen-nasai! Hidomu-san, there is a Lunatic out there with a gun! He's waving it all over the place and-"

Akira Hidomu had heard enough. He bolted out the door, passing the secretary in her state of disarray and panic. He burst out into the main area of the police station, his gun already drawn, and his black hair in a mess, with a look of fury on his face.

"What is the meaning of this!?!"

Akira gasped as the lunatic turned around. Sam Speed was pointing a gun at his head?! What the HELL?? "Speed?" he asked, in a shaken, quiet tone.

"Hidomu-san," the person replied in a voice that was definitely not Sam's. He took a closer look at her, for the lunatic was definitely a "she". She was slightly shorter than Speed, and her hair slightly wavier, yet, aside from that she looked exactly like him, with the only clue to her sex, other than a voice was definitely not male (although it was slightly boyish) was her slightly lighter, lithe frame.

"Who the HELL are you?!?" The gun pointed at his forehead did not waver as the girl replied.

"You're newest employee."