Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Predator and Prey ❯ Circuit breaker ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Circuit breaker

 

Some hundred thousand miles away in a secret facility under Station Square, scientist were hard at work restoring a fallen hero.

 

“Professor Straum,” a young lab assistant in a white coat said, “we have completed repairs on the memory chip like you requested.” He held out a gloved hand to reveal the microchip that rested in his palm. Professor Straum, a tall brown haired man who looked quite young himself, took the chip from him and carefully placed it inside the robotic head sitting before him. There was a high-pitched humming from the head as it powered up. The red eyes flashed on and scanned the lit room. Straum stood before it admiring his work.

 

“Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?” the head asked looking up at the professor. “Where is my body?”

 

“First off you're in my lab. I'm Professor William Straum. In addition, I repaired you, well, just your head, memory and various commands. As for your body, it's still being repaired in another lab,” he said coolly.

 

“When will my body be ready?” it asked watching Straum pace back and forth.

 

“It should be ready tomorrow morning,” he answered as he looked down at his clipboard.

 

“Why isn't it ready now?” The head sounded aggravated.

 

“The ones who are supposed to be working on it left to go to some rave or what ever it is they call it. Heh, kids these days.” There was an awkward silence as Straum scribbled on his clipboard and flipped through some papers.

 

“Tell me Straum,” the head spoke breaking the silence, “how did I end up here?”

 

“You know it was the strangest thing,” Straum began as he pulled up a stool to sit down on, “a detective Moto came to our facility asking to have you rebuilt. The crate containing your pieces wasn't much to work off from, but there were files stored in our information banks about you. We don't do personal request here but my employer found interest in this little…project.” He leaned back and rubbed his head. He'd been yelled at and threatened several times for refusing to take up the task.

 

“I see…”

 

“Well now that that's out of the way, I have something to ask you. How in the universe did you end up that way?”

 

“I was responding to a break in. A strange hedgehog who looked familiar stole the chaos emerald from the city. I was trying to get it back. I failed terribly as you can see,” there was a hint of shame in his robotic voice.

 

“Did this hedgehog happen to be a black one?”

 

“I'm not real sure. It was dark and all I remember seeing were these two red eyes.”

 

“I see. Wait right here,” Straum said as he got to his feet.

 

“As if I could go any where,” the head said with a groan. In a short while, Straum was back with a disk in his hand. He pulled a small screen around to sit in front of the both of them and placed the disk in the slot under the screen. A video began and showed something black and small running on the streets. The sound of a helicopter could be heard along with someone's voice, a reporter.

 

“The police of Station Square are in pursuit of the thief right now as I speak,” the reporter yelled over the wind from the blades. “We'll try and see if we can get a closer look.” Twice the figure glanced back at the helicopter and each time the camera tried to get a better look at his face. The figure turned into a dead end in a dark alley and just stood facing the brick wall. The search light from the helicopter illuminated the area and stopped on the figure. The camera zoomed in only to show the back of Shadow's head. He held the green Chaos emerald in his right hand and turned to look up at the helicopter that hovered overhead. Shadow had a malicious grin on his face as he held up the emerald aiming it at the helicopter.

 

“He seems to be doing something, but I'm not quite sure what,” the reporter said. A green glow emitted from the jewel and engulfed Shadow. “What the hell?” The reporter was practically leaning out of the chopper.

 

“CHAOS SPEAR!” Shadow cried out.

 

“HOLLY SHIT!” the reporter cried. The camera view got blurry, as things seemed to whirl around the helpless crew before it went black. When the camera came back, still a bit fuzzy, there were flames and pieces of shredded copter and broken building. The picture went in and out. The third time it was clear and showed Shadow looking down at it, that grin still on his face. The last was when he brought his foot down to crush it; the video stopped.

 

Straum backed up the video to show Shadow looking at the camera. He zoomed in on his face. “Is this your red eyed friend?” He asked arching a brow.

 

“Yes,” it said in a stern voice. “Who is this hedgehog? Tell me now.”

 

“This is Shadow,” he stated, “thought to be the ultimate life form. He was made, well, more like genetically altered, from birth by Professor Gerald Robotnik. It is a shame really. His greatest work turned into a killing machine. All of that destruction over some girl, at least that's what I've been told.”

 

“It's settled then. When I receive my new body I will track down Shadow and make him pay for what he has done,” the head said.

 

“That is going to be hard to do since he has been dead for almost a weeks.” Straum got to his feet and put the screen and disk away. “Well lights out for now. I'll be back in the morning to help out with restoring you completely. Feel free to power down. You know, conserve your energy.” Straum shut off the lights and left the room closing the door behind him.

 

Outside in the florescent hall stood a group of men dressed in black suits. They all had a serious look on their face as they stared down at Straum. “Is he ready?” one asked in a dull tone.

 

“He will be in due time,” said Straum standing before them. They grinned and turned to walk away.

 

“Be sure to call Carter down to finish off the programming,” the same one called back to him.

 

“Yes sir.” Straum turned on his heal and walked the opposite direction down the hall mumbling under his breath. He had a terrible feeling that the board was not telling him or his group something important. The facility had been unusually quiet but active too working on something big.